Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rock the Show, artist - Discrepancies. Album song The Awakening, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 22.03.2018
Record label: InVogue
Song language: English
Rock the Show |
Walk up in the venue with a hand full of matches |
And a can full of gas it’s about to go down |
Mixed up tunes and infused them with fumes, boom! |
That’s how you rock the crowd |
Level up prestige now enhance the pliers |
Gotta grip on the game so they can’t deny us |
On ya feet let me see you put your hands up higher |
Feel the heat coming off of that amplifier |
We come through and treat the stage like a seek destroy |
Hitting punches like a modern day beastie boy |
So one more time I need all of yall to get hype |
And fight for the right to party all damn night |
Special delivery, you got mail |
I came to spit flames and I will not fail |
Amped up as hell you can tell from the shot trail |
Redbull, Coldcock, Molotov cocktails |
Get a ticket and come witness these wicked Bizarre tendencies |
Straight from the heart, pumping and giving my bars energy |
Stretching this art because its best if its artillery |
Reppin the arch reckon that makes you the arch enemy |
Ejecting these lames, rejecting ya dames, the best when I flex through these |
flames wow |
I step in the game, I wreck em with range, the rest of you check out |
The aim blow |
Don’t stop when you cold cock, pirates don’t pick teams, just stick up for your |
whisky with a Flint lock, can full of kerosene, pocket full of Flint rocks, |
how I get the club. |
Hot the roof the roof is on fire, like the mic In the |
booth it moves it shoots, straight to the stage and it hoops it loops it shoots, |
out to the fans and they groove it boost the mood, we boot scooch boogey till |
our screws are loose my dude, coocoo, I ain’t sane at all but I’ll pretend for |
y’all until I’m in a padded wall, as soon as they all thought that it was safe |
to rap income back on the attack, like I’m hip hops jaws, dun dun, |
your whole squad better run son, dub spit, double the voltage of any stun gun, |
old nuns clinch both buns, whenever my tongue lunge, stunned by the fact I’m |
immaculately dropping hot dung, Voltron form blazing sword, scorch the score on |
the score board, slash in the D, for the discrepancies forever more, |
for every cord, every drum sticks broken when the drums kick, you like that, |
turn it up, blow both of these speakers and have them burning up, |
turn down for what, learn from us, if you got two hands here’s your chance |
throw ‘em up |
And I’m back with a vengeance |
Back to attack this rapping Olympics |
Strapped with a backpack packed full of writtens |
Straight to the top of the map and back in an instance |
This is rap intermission |
Nah this is what rappin is missing |
Quality entertainment, facts and opinions |
I’m talking to myself, you just happen to listen |
Destruction disaster the damage is deep |
We duck all the dust and we dash the debris |
Devastation and havoc dispatch the police |
Let em know that this man is dismantling beats |
Please pay attention this is the scene |
He wants to leave but she want to see |
She wants to meet but he won’t agree |
He wants to flee but she wants the D |
They can’t get enough they loving our sound |
Time to erupt it’s time to get loud |
It about time we rumble the ground |
Jump up and up and get down |
Jump jump put ya hands up |
Jump jump put ya hands up |
Jump up and up and get down |