Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Infinite (feat. Ruste Juxx & Sav Killz), artist - DJ JS-1. Album song It Is What It Isn't, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.10.2014
Record label: Ground Original
Song language: English
Infinite (feat. Ruste Juxx & Sav Killz) |
You stay outta my way there’ll be no problem |
But if you torment me I burn you si bad you wished you died as a child |
Infinite |
Bagging up lil boys and giving chores the style |
That takes matters in our own hands don’t talk the talk |
If you can’t walk the walk bet y’all didn’t know di you hip-hop to the drum |
Still stock or shun door cap infinite |
If I ain’t doing it i’mma tell yo ass rapper now nigga we can settle the scores |
Infinite flows, infinite bonds I got em murder |
Niggas backin ma 16s and I shott’em rock bottom |
Now you food for the fishes can’t pay strong now the rules for the bitches |
Crown Heights king every jewel in the crown lock down |
Brooklyn and movie to boogie town classic like a ma new LP go copy that |
You still thinkin yu da illest nigga stop dat |
I been nice since 94 have nigga eating from that bread |
I grind for I rhyme raw the 3−1-3 the 2−1-3 no vip they |
The BIG got sarces on ma back weight on ma shoulders |
So I bum buzz low that’s bigger than bolder start to take mad matters |
In my own hands be savage land with ma own clang |
Buss cap |
These scores comes limitless when pushin the pin |
It’s all the lesson now we getting on end supremes |
Wen it comes to a mic you sell em all in never limit |
And can fight don’t try to condemn liver than him |
Don’t ever dare compare me to him if they can’t survive |
Now then they won’t back then my rhymes enormous attract gorgeous million |
dollar portraits |
I put in the world i’ll be pulling out in porches |
Stepping in the villas that surrounded by fortunes |
They got dust killin em to take caution imaginable rough but legible |
Catching yo loop wack niggas self guarantee getting transcript to stand still |
Ill energetic wit’em flows get off quick rusty sav |
That kill niggas might be flann shit best believe her was the crowd demanding |
Heads pop to the drum still shock and stun |
If i ain’t feeling it I’m telling yo ass recognize nigga we can settle the score |
(Thus capital infinite) |