Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crowd Pleasa , by - El Da Sensei. Song from the album The Unusual, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 11.04.2011
Record label: Fat Beats
Song language: English
Crowd Pleasa |
| This land is mine, God gave this land to me |
| This brave and ancient land to me |
| And when the… |
| Pop |
| Uh |
| Hot shit |
| Pop shit |
| Uh yeah |
| One, two, oh, oh, oh |
| Wooo |
| Yeah |
| Mm |
| Now when the pen hits the pad |
| Things start happening |
| Major freak of nature |
| All pro for splattering |
| My chattering is patterned |
| Disease is what I greed |
| In excess of trees — |
| A lavish home is all I need |
| Oh |
| The so exquisite prolific gent |
| Is here to present |
| My testament at all closed-circuit events |
| Respect the essence and build on my landfill |
| I’m so ill like the film, «Time To Kill» real |
| To real service for clarity in its best form |
| Above the norm but to my culture stay sworn |
| To my duties in-laws |
| To Refresh all y’all |
| With the greatest of songs that can never go wrong |
| To the next now |
| Back and forth realizing |
| What you been missin' in lyrical exercising |
| It’s no surprising that I’m bringing the goods |
| Swinging the wood like Pujols |
| Prepare for a new host |
| Crowd pleasa register off the meter |
| You know the business |
| Keep it live |
| I’m transmittin live with the hardcore style |
| Focus Daily |
| My platform’s stacked with choice invoice |
| Strapped with a vocal approach considered moist |
| Duncan hines rhymes |
| Brownie points for the incline |
| I’m inclined to dip your whole shine |
| Tarnished your garments, pop your ornaments |
| Slice your spinners |
| And embarrass you in tournaments |
| Don’t forget when I first stepped on the scene |
| The boisterous, glorious |
| Furious with a scheme of themes |
| Lethal in fact |
| Styles come in stacks of tens |
| Infamous like tapes from Backspin |
| Captain of the ship |
| Buckaroo banzai |
| Master of the sword like Li Mu Bai |
| In it for the cash, and the flash, and the gusto |
| Must flow impressively to rake in the dough |
| Take it all in breathe and stop |
| Take a minute to reflect as I take it from the top |
| Crowd pleasa register off the meter |
| You know the business |
| Keep it live |
| I’m transmittin live with the hardcore style |
| I’m headed for the Triple Crown |
| World renowned |
| All purpose for the sprint |
| Breakin shit up into fragments |
| The dude, quick to eat up your food |
| And rude manners |
| Kill? |
| with my daily planner |
| The unflappable, hard like granite |
| Granted with the gift that’ll spread across the planet |
| Lace the future with sound like '89 |
| '99 the last year hip hop had it’s time |
| (true dat) |
| Advertise myself, but never dramatize |
| Like Homicide. |
| Some will rise on my social life |
| I’m well-spoken like speakers at charities |
| Narratives that’ll give pop off and shattering |
| (woo) |
| Straight action packed jumping through windows |
| Car bombs and hoes and beats that explode |
| Crowd pleasa |
| Register off the meter |
| You know the business |
| Keep it live |
| I’m transmittin live with the hardcore style |
| Crowd pleasa |
| Register off the meter |
| You know the business |
| Keep it live |