Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Audi 5000, artist - Demigodz. Album song Killmatic, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.03.2013
Record label: Demigodz Enterprises
Song language: English
Audi 5000 |
«I was Audi 5000» — Ice Cube 'Alive On Arrival' |
Earth rumbling |
Deity humbling |
U.F.O.'s are hovering, times are so troubling |
Doctors started hustling, blood starts puddling |
I’m shuttering, discovering, they just started shuttling |
Humans to the surface of Mars |
Cops searchin' our cars to confiscate notebooks, verses and bars |
Aquaman lungs live in worlds like Atlantis |
Cause we destroyed the whole planet with ecological damage |
Helicopters patrol, doctors chop up our souls |
When we go off the Zoloft we outta control |
Now we paranoid animals, A Planet Of Apes |
With nowhere to escape unless we launch into space |
So I gathered all my old school Clue mixtapes |
And started diggin' in the crates before we disintegrate |
Demigodz, fuck bitches, get money, not much else |
I’m Audi 5000 'fore I pass it to Celph |
«I was Audi 5000» |
They said it was a murder attempt |
Cause when I punched him in the skull it left a permanent dent |
Baritone voice with some nice patterns |
Fuck a polar bears toe nail, I’m colder than Antarctic ice caverns |
Mice and rabbits, they all looked at as snake food |
But I’m hungry for bitches marinatin' in my bake roast |
Stomp through like I had earthquake shoes |
Showed you how to commit murder over break loops and let AK’s shoot |
My flow can move mountains |
Bank account’s a loot fountain |
Yeah I need two accountants, really who’s countin'? |
(I don’t know) |
My water pistol shoots a potent starch |
That’ll have you lookin' like the dude who stood in front of the open Arc |
Intelligent war sword wielder |
Reroute the ignition to your gas tank |
Charles Dutton four wheeler |
Demigodzilla |
You should already know, I’m Audi 5000 so I’ll pass it to Mo' |
«I was Audi 5000» |
The most ignorant |
Every verse ridiculous |
Satan sadistic |
Caught in church gettin' his dick licked |
Hallelujah, all praise to the Godz |
The dopest nigga alive is now arrived |
Fuck for the love, I’m tryin' to cash in for a mil' or two |
And show you monkey ass niggas how gorillas do |
Bring on the bestest, claim he’s spittin' that ether boy |
Bet when we meet he greet me like Tim Tebow scored |
It’s hoodie, two shoes, mad rude, no home trainin' |
Send your bitch back, ass hurt and throat achin' |
I’m Doe Rakeing, sippin' Henny at probation |
A lot of dollars made off of that powder that’s Caucasian |
And any beef shit, no secret how I do |
Battle kiss your forehead like your mama duke |
The new Big Daddy Kane, Ain’t No Half Steppin' |
I’m Audi five G till the rat ranch dressing |
«I was Audi 5000» |
I’m Audi 5000 G |
Oh yeah, I’m outty, like a Saudi I got mouths to feed |
The revolution will not be televised |
What you mean? |
I just spent ten grand fillin' my house with flat screens |
Some gasoline and empty bottles of bourbon |
The kind of cocktail party you leave first degree burns with |
I’m filthy, the dirty version, no detergent |
If rap was Iraq, I’d be a fuckin' insurgent |
I blow the spot up, give me my 30 virgins |
A place in paradise, to me it’s kinda worth it, right? |
Fuckin' A it is, pop the stainless |
Hit him till his chest make a noise like Jadakiss |
The world famous, Demigod gangstas |
We the same as other rappers, except nobody hates us |
I ain’t even gotta say shit |
What could I say? |
Besides I’m Audi 5 K before I pass to Seamus |
«I was Audi 5000» |
We the O.G. |
trilogy you couldn’t equal the sequel |
Defeatin' Esoteric? |
That’ll take a legend like Repo |
Listen, do a, CD together |
You and me? |
Never |
I’d rather listen to Nickelback on repeat forever |
Lousy mix, of a southie flick, bitches with the pouty lips |
Lets be Audi 5 in my Audi 6 |
Forgot the A |
They don’t ever walk away |
«Let Me Ride like Dr. Dre» is all these women say |
Now check it |
One thing about me, I’m too wordy |
Put so much shit in a song you’d think the clean version’s dirty |
So step up |
You can try to bring about my death soldier |
Curses |
Foiled again like last nights left overs |
Oh Jesus, fall guy like Colt Seavers, I flow with no breathers |
That’s a Memphis Monroe beavers |
Ryu, Celph, Ap, Motive got my back |
I’m Audi 5000 so I’ll pass it to Black |
«I was Audi 5000» |
There’s only 60 minutes in an hour so give me 24 of those to live |
I’ll load the cig and find the kid who killed B.I.G |
Run him down and put 16 in his wig |
Make him wanna take back the foul shit that he did |
That’s word to my unborn kid who ain’t a fetus |
Sixth man off the bench, Demigodz undefeated |
Many crews fell off and their legacy’s depleted |
But we here for the gusto, keepin' it raw |
And it’s a must that we crush doe, live on tour |
Crowds roar, demandin' encores and more |
Shut your mall down, buyin' all the Nikes out stores |
Bare footed in the villa with the heated marble floors |
Wars get waged on every notebook page |
Act your age, Celph Titled prolly packin' a gauge |
There’s no need for the antics, wildin' on drugs |
Man I’m Audi 5000, I’m pullin' the plug |
«I was Audi 5000» |