Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kill The Noize , by - dj honda. Song from the album dj honda, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 01.10.2019
Record label: dj honda
Song language: English
Kill The Noize |
| BK representative Problemz |
| DJ Honda |
| «We don’t play when it’s time to slay» — Erick Sermon |
| «Kill the noise» — Parrish Smith |
| Check it, yo |
| Bench pressin rappers, be givin me extra strength like Excederin |
| But this veteran is better in this profession when I’m editin |
| Competitors, steppin to my direction but I’m two steps |
| Ahead a ya, my flow is non-stop like et cetera |
| Et cetera, from beginning to end I begin to blend |
| And you gets no wins even if your stereo is on ten ten |
| Comin directly from BK representin on the love love |
| Makin shorties push up like Hurby Luv Bug |
| Word to momma niggas don’t really want no drama |
| Cause when I register my armor they all pause like a comma |
| I’ma, bout ready to break this down and get more claps |
| Than a shorty with crabs, givin up ass on the ave |
| I be the honorable, like Elijah Muhammad, Farrakhan |
| And all praises due when I run through tracks like a maraton |
| They call me Problemz, a.k.a. the Head Honcho |
| Liver than O.J. |
| Simpson on the freeway in his white Bronco |
| Dem batty bwoy nah wan come test |
| One of the best in this profession that’s no question I be reppin |
| «We don’t play when it’s time to slay» — Erick Sermon |
| «Kill the noise» — Parrish Smith |
| Understand the Problemz is internationally ranked supreme |
| BK connection, when I be reppin that’s no question |
| Deceased presidentials on my mentals at all times |
| Hop in the three and a quarter, hit the spot and cop four dimes |
| Raw rhymes enable me to live life luxurious and lavish |
| My vital infested with carats |
| Cabbage is the topic of discussion cousin |
| Eight multiplied by a dozen is the year my name will start buzzin |
| You wasn’t, prepared nor aware caught you off guard |
| In actuality you barred, frontin like you hard |
| On my sixty inch screen, tellin lies to my vision |
| Frontin like you was in prison Dunn you know that shit is fiction |
| While I’m sittin on mill’s, coppin a mansion in the Hills |
| Preferably in Beverlly collectin treasury consecutively |
| Inevitably the refugee with the recipe |
| Breakin these niggas up like referees is my specialty |
| You know the four-eleven black strictly stacks on top of stacks |
| L-E-X three-double-ohs and Legend Ac’s |
| Puttin the facts on wax, bout to blow like a sax |
| Problemz recognize now bring that back |
| «We don’t play when it’s time to slay» — Erick Sermon |
| «Kill the noise» — Parrish Smith |
| (Who the fuck are you?) |
| I’m the wrong nigga to fuck with shit don’t tempt me |
| Cause I blow up spots like Ed Kozinsky this MC |
| Tried to convince me that he was nice when he was wack |
| So he was forced to pay the price and got his ass Jack-ed like Dempsey |
| Left his motherfuckin pockets empty, cause his technique was flimsy |
| Pulled out on Son Duke, just like a Benz-y |
| Anti-benevolent, never hesitant to represent |
| Catch a couple of bodies do away with the evidence |
| Dem batty bwoy nah wanna come test me |
| Cause when a nigga like Problemz get busy I leave em Dizzy like Gillespie |
| Comin directly, from the battlefields of BK with my armor |
| Word to momma niggas don’t really want no drama cause this rhymer |
| Cause trauma, hurry and dial nine-eleven for EMS |
| Bitch niggas keep crampin my style like PMS |
| I Flex like Funkmaster lyrical styles cause disaster |
| When I blast your ass like NASA you’re be whinin like Patra |
| Who’s the master… |