Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Property of Spitkicker.com , by - De La Soul. Release date: 25.08.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Property of Spitkicker.com |
| Control |
| Control alt |
| Shift command |
| Commanding crowds |
| Crowd option |
| Vehicle option |
| Instrument intern |
| Quantity 17 played back |
| Property of Spitkicker.com |
| Yo, a slow burn we are |
| Last long three man act to wake up your thermostat |
| Blood through the property line |
| Creative minds crossover and back |
| Scribble with my knife to earn that slice of life |
| Cut back, aim, shot the name wherever the price is right |
| The pain earned is the pain learned and it’s talking like burn |
| Connect (to the same as it ever was) |
| Respect the lane cause it never flood, it’s well irrigated |
| Looking for my vanity, it’s there, the mirror hate it |
| State it, stop being an MC and give your verses more weight |
| For being just empty, thoughts are oxidised when I spit em out |
| And my lungs prefer tastes encrypted words laced to get them out home |
| We’re removal service to get kings out the throne |
| (More hands on) With hands upon the neck |
| Of a voice magnifier over decks |
| The sound is found at the young’s in the batch |
| Lovely how I let my mind flow |
| You can catch me in the early morning |
| Find me out with no yawning |
| Have it been asleep I’m on Q |
| 8 in the corner pocket from the booth all 24 hours like it was our debut |
| Life edited my etiquette |
| Dreams beyond your eons |
| You can’t wait this out |
| Start blitz, starring it’s that crew who never call the splits convey lines |
| made from outer spine |
| So the nerve of us to be so damned crushed |
| Grit like JDL and we sip from the grail |
| With a current course connect, so we not unsung |
| Just vets, this mission’s undone |
| We getting loot in this, removed from this |
| We’re true in this |
| Baby you already know who it is |
| We’ve been doing this |
| We’ve been doing this |
| In true to this, it’s Yoo-Hoo n' some tunafish |
| Catch flights, hit the stewardess |
| We’ve been doing this |
| We’ve been doing this |
| It’s a honour and a pleasure |
| Rappers is not try and see me like a diamond tester |
| I’m all alone, I’m like a silent investor |
| Well dressed, my suit and vest is never polyester |
| Keep a shottie on the dresser |
| My queen look like a young pepper |
| Up in her plump compress her |
| My tongue is forever under the weather, however |
| My heart was still lighter than a feather |
| Culturally, snort em like cocoa leaf |
| Them niggas suck more milk — no tea |
| I’m on the low though in my Polo tee |
| The show cost money but the promo’s free |
| My pen collection is interesting |
| No steal, still niggas will feel threatened |
| My genetics is comedic |
| Driven in lanes I was looking angelic |
| Psychedelic, if you was like it I can sell it |
| But I don’t fuck with that sweet shit, I’m diabetic |
| This is rapping at it’s peak |
| The bird steady yapping at the beat |
| Come for parakeet |
| You’re not unique, you’re no Kool Keith |
| Shit is more parody |
| You get with the hall of rhymes distributor |
| The verse might rend you an Ed Sullivan |
| We getting loot in this, removed from this |
| We’re true in this |
| Baby you already know who it is |
| We’ve been doing this |
| We’ve been doing this |
| In true to this, it’s Yoo-Hoo n' some tunafish |
| Catch flights, hit the stewardess |
| We’ve been doing this |
| We’ve been doing this |
| Yo put that bread on all fours The Catcher in the Rye |
| New York City lights look dirty in July |
| 4th, no fireworks will dangle in the sky |
| Like right there, feeling the night air |
| Promoting the fair fight |
| Square dance, men at the face off |
| Crooked eye letters from Madoff, apologise |
| Long journeys walking cold hard facts |
| Once you turn up there, there’s no turning back |
| My cocaine flow’s the flows that I crack |
| The hemline, versus all my land |
| What did your man? |
| They hard working through on the scale |
| I’m Joe Pressure on the disk, so messy on the disk |
| Puerto Rican mamis call me floppy |
| Leap a tall feeling in a single bound |
| Way over your heard like my ex-girl talking bout mind sex |
| (Well you’re A dickhead) |
| Two texts away from aww shit |
| Cause I’m an old fart |
| Go campaign raise the age |
| Stay fresh like a pound of sage |
| That could rake the pound amount of figures |
| Watch the way they crown is staged |
| Sipped Crown but I was down in age |
| See the sailor took a sip so the whole ship drowned in grey |
| Classmates couldn’t find a page |
| Had the answers written in palm over since power was played |
| We getting loot in this, removed from this |
| We’re true in this |
| Baby you already know who it is |
| We’ve been doing this |
| We’ve been doing this |
| In true to this, it’s Yoo-Hoo n' some tunafish |
| Catch flights, hit the stewardess |
| We’ve been doing this |
| We’ve been doing this |