Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song rap.like, artist - DJ Static. Date of issue: 27.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
rap.like |
| I still catch the holy ghost, from the notes I stroke |
| Power, why u think my throat is hoarse |
| Priceless, your shit is bought in a store |
| Silence, i want order in court |
| Still got aggressions, still wanna take a head off |
| Still go from pretty mellow to heavy metal |
| In the game for many medals, you play that petty cello |
| Sooner or later shit will explode |
| Off the richter, to some odd dimension |
| You can’t come to visit you we’re too cost efficient |
| On twitter your trending, my guitar is trending |
| The signal transmitting, send your wristwatch spinning |
| Your sim card missing, your insta flicking |
| I’m still a KingKong figure, go benchwarm nigga |
| Was in free fall descending, but i’m recharged with incentives |
| Got street smarts and business I will evolve with a vengeance |
| In the eons of adventure till' I’m beyond a legend |
| You just keep calm in the tetris |
| But I know that there’s more than meets the eye |
| So I close mine, I get Stevie’s sight |
| Growls in the key of knife, finds a beat to slice |
| Designed to free a mind, at the speed of light |
| Doing espionage |
| On some do or die shit like Im Julian Assange |
| Volcanic nigga man I’m bout to blow up |
| Panoramic picture from Heimlich maneuvers |
| Got eses in L.a. |
| with muy cilantro |
| With my lawyer in New York «where the Parmesancho» |
| And we plotting on these fucking mooleys |
| Boiler behind the toilet like I’m Michael |
| Fuck love, I prefer a the strip club |
| To get the devil out my head I’ma rhino |
| Drunk driving and I can’t lie man i fucking love fighting |
| Fucking love watching a tough giant get struck by lightning |
| Hit the mud diving |
| Got touched lightly |
| Told my boxing coach «Look old man I’ma power puncher» |
| I need em' down on the ground ain’t got a hour nigga |
| I got that Mike Tyson temper give me like 5 avengers |
| They might fly in the sky but that won’t ride in my dimension |
| From Aarhus to L.A. 9 hours in the airwaves |
| I get bored on airplanes |
| So I got crunk to sustain me |
| Muslim last name u know they’ll interrogate me |
| But I’m even more Bukowski, when a nigga rowdy |
| U got nothing on me im outy |
| In my seat and I’m acting like a asshole |
| More drinks shut that baby up pronto |
| Upon arrival hit my homie in oOC |
| Get inspired by that old money |
| Hit the corporate buildings where they throat cutty |
| U gon throat cut me u don’t know throat cutting |
| After that, Sunset boulevard, raves, and pull a broad |
| Of Course i go and break a law |
| Misdemeanor villain man I can’t get caught |
| Got my license to ill that’s a danish passport |