Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kill The Noize, artist - dj honda. Album song dj honda, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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… |