Lyrics Back 2 Basics - Diamond District

Back 2 Basics - Diamond District
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back 2 Basics, artist - Diamond District. Album song In the Ruff, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.10.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English

Back 2 Basics

Living in tenements, fat raps, living in
Trying to get in a Benz, fat raps, dipping in
Linens in Finn’s lot, King’s life, dapper
Rapper might get cash after mic spitting and
After lights dimming and women in place
Sing tight, get it in, capture, audience’s captor
Vated all the way, before the greatest
In the latest pair of jeans like bastards
It seems like after us, crashed in, shit you spin, stop
Style been around like promiscuous pot
This is that knot, that guap music
In this rap, even the cops lose it, loose it, choose shit
New shit, that’s what they yelling man
Judas, cruc-shit, that’s what I’m selling man
Choose it, better out the speaker out the box
Like a pair of sneakers that I never wear, I get the cheddar man
Stay
Rolling up smoking the drow, I’m writing, perfecting the flow
You know 'bout the X and the O, the one that be sexing your ho
Oddisee probably gotta be one of the hottest, see
While you, listen religiously like its prophesy
YU, dapping my nigga, we like a '93
Version of de la, day hive commodities
You futuristic, beefing the district, pay us a visit
Kick it with us, you see why they relate, Atlantic to Pacific
Being specific, we rhyme’s only trinity
Divinity, still enough plans to get plenty T’s
That nigga saying, «when you blow up, remember me»
If not, they’ll assassinate your ass like Kennedy
Three’s a crowd, eat your sprouts, every one
What he says, we own the store, faking like we just browsed
They watching for us in the morning like we Regis now
My Kathy Lee is glad to eat, and sit your weak ass down
Yeah
As soon as you
Push the button, you done lit the —
And I ain’t scared of nothing
With my talking, inside my rhymes busting
Like a specialist, never miss, definitely dropping 'em
Target, we boggarting, incompetence got a problem
Neck breaks sounds placed, beside 'em old cassette tapes
Gritty, capital city of death, we doing it that way (That way)
Exactly how I’m supposed to sound, vent his funky ass
Hold your nose when you pass, we foul with it like uhh
Trifling, excuse me, shit on loosely
Profusely use sweets like an Uzi, I broom sweep
Unique, you weak, seek help or sweep quick
Attempt your whip, shit, over diam (ond) you get bent
In half, I laugh, in rappers faces, stacked papers
Just to make end’s meet, working that grave shift
This back in the day shit, inspired by the great ones
And we just on the way in, yeah back 2 basics
See hip hop fit me like a glove
That I put on for my city, on for the love
On for the gritty for the polish, with me
It’s a whole team full of artists above
The subparness of what really
Should be regarded as garbage and tossed in a shrub
But yet, I’m lost in the will, and bewildered
By who got the clout in the game and who willed it
Greedy niggas shilled it, smart ones revealed it
Some kin of me, go become enemies and steal it
Real shit, maybe because I live on a hill that
My politics, trill, and the real niggas feel it
And this is absurd, a nigga from the 'burbs
Got nerve, saying bringing rap back to the curb
Its not about nerve, but words
The minds, and the action, in the racks, and I’m so verb

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Artist lyrics: Diamond District