Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Power, artist - DJ EFNDate of issue: 02.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Power |
| Sa-Roc, Sa-Roc |
| The astronomical MC. |
| with DJ EFN on the track |
| 6 Degrees away from the place of your favorite rapper |
| After goats like trooper Caba |
| Be storming, then leave cadavers on wax |
| And asked you who else got next |
| I’m at the next, like these vampires in Brooklyn |
| I don’t thirst for blood but I’ll roast you with my spit |
| Call that camp fire in the woodlands |
| I’m half goddess, half with them |
| I am the finest than all these new rap artists, my children |
| I don’t need signing I am leaving your path |
| Finest design, black on black on exterior |
| Better let there be lining |
| Bar for bar better stock a law for Mya |
| My baba told me to be truthful, that’s why I swear when I’m rhyming |
| Yall scared to stare at this dark matter, get too close and I’ll burst you down |
| like molecules with collapsed atoms |
| Who the queen of this rap shit? |
| Do the math over trap, being still pass heat through those speakers |
| You all waiting around for that mass hit, my crash shaping these leaguers |
| Got me go on my ginetta, all this giving you the best that they got gonna leave |
| me anemic |
| PD crack on the track, go ring the alarms when I’m heated |
| Am Eastern star, 120 degrees up under my sleeve |
| If you breathe, I’m gonna leave you sliced and cut bleeding all on the seaming, |
| partner |
| Power is definitely in the eyes of the beholder |
| Cause vanity embraces chaos as the pride becomes bolder |
| And day by day as usually, as slowly by the hour |
| The beholder begins to lose his humanity and indefinitely his power, power |
| My flow is incredible, twenty levels ahead of you |
| Fans will continue to choose me instead of you |
| That’s what they better do, cause I’m on a pedestal |
| You Kevin Hart, higher than Mike nigga? |
| Am 7, 2, am looking down on you |
| Cracking up when am clowning you |
| Cause you think you fly |
| And that’s the reason am grounding you |
| I’m gonna clip your wings as soon as I get around of you |
| In over your head, and that’s the reason am drowning you |
| You’re a small fish in a giant pond, I’m a quiet storm |
| Sneak in, trying to acquire you like Viacom |
| Listen big boot to fill nigga, go try it on |
| It’s a big fighting, and I just might bring the ride on |
| Tear gas canisters, holding onto the banisters |
| Your regime falls, that’s where we called for the janitors |
| To clean up the remains, the body parts and the brains |
| Ex-pills in the hoopers, diamonds rings in the chains |
| Let’s go, let’s go |
| Even the warden can’t count my boss |
| My mom is dead so I invite my aunt |
| I read the ville like the ville read me |
| Since my afro too toxic, intense me |
| Voice activated, auto focus, dirty lens |
| I run a escort service out of a wide body Benz |
| I’m a soldier, the coacher, the coacher cold rush |
| I’m awake when I dream that’s me on the poster |
| The three train passage where we made magic |
| Low head to toe, sneakers matching |
| County of kings, OGs, old school |
| Let me show you how I do when there is no food |
| Blade runner, sky divers, gravity, night rider |
| The energy in me powers the lights in China |
| For the wonton soup, got some ganja too |
| Can king bling with the 9, 5 crews |
| If you showed all my money we could work it out |
| But don’t ever fucking lie to the Thirstin Howl |