Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's Funny, artist - EterniaAlbum song At Last, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.07.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fat Beats
Song language: English
It's Funny |
«It's funny how» — Lauryn Hill |
«Rappers talk about how much they flip» — Da Bush Babees |
«I really don’t care» — Fat Joe |
«Whatever type of shit» — Black Moon |
Hey yo, figured this chick ridiculous a long time ago |
The antidote to wack rappers like a Reef quote |
Underfunded, well-groomed so fuck it |
Threw a «motherfuckin» in there so y’all ignorant one’s love it |
But I |
Speed it up for all the duly rap Kool G Rap lovin' cats |
Imagine that, I could snap your neck back |
Viciousness rip your head off like liquorice |
You could come one come all, it’s still effortless |
I had a lot to prove and now I don’t get up to throat |
Choke on your own shit, you weaker than your own clique |
So step to it, I could break you down like a therapist do it |
You insecure, stupid |
So say what you want or write your problems in a bottle |
Throw em in the ocean like a corny Danielle Steel novel |
Cause ain’t nobody see you, I’m above sea level |
I am an island that y’all cling to |
Rap, could have left that shit alone but that’s too easy |
I see the way you eying me, taking me for a cheesy type |
Chicken don’t confuse me with your woman |
Who play with many balls like a baseball mitten |
Unforgiven that’s a lesson you could learn the hard way |
Like being sent to prison wrongly convicted of child rape |
I hurt you, woman or man it’s not personal |
Learn the girl that birthed you, find her and reverse you, bye bye |
«It's funny how» — Lauryn Hill |
«Rappers talk about how much they flip» — Da Bush Babees |
«I really don’t care» — Fat Joe |
«It's whatever type shit» — Black Moon |
Rap messiah rapid fire at you tired-ass liars |
Mastermind crack writer that inspires that biter |
Don’t want to sound like me, the underground OG |
That’ll go in the booth drunk from guzzling down OE |
And paint the soberest picture for the world to see |
Only thing on earth that’s nicer than my girl is me |
I know that I’m cocky dude but how could I not be rude? |
I can’t begin to try to count all the artists I probably chewed |
And the broads y’all stress man I done had mommy nude |
And I was butt-ass myself so we mashed like goppy goo |
And the rest is a given, nah fuck that I’m a tell you |
Man her neck was in rhythm then we sexed in the kitchen |
Trying to tell you that’s what you get when you’re fresh with your spittin' |
So in New York or not I’m still next to a pigeon |
Hip hop fans better form a rescue division (why?) |
Cause anybody gets down on my journey to the ground |
«It's funny how» — Lauryn Hill |
«Rappers talk about how much they flip» — Da Bush Babees |
«I really don’t care» — Fat Joe |
«It's whatever type shit» — Black Moon |
Your bitch ain’t as nice as me cause I ain’t a bitch |
I’m that grown woman that bitches aspire to be |
Their cats try to see on the low |
They tell their chicks they’re going to check a show |
But it’s me that they’re checking for |
Then they tell me that they don’t want their wife |
They want a life with a rapper chick |
Grass is green and shit, that’s why I’m celibate |
Fought for the hell of it, I get bored I dip out |
Your boyfriend text me when he get bored of you, you flip out |
And act like you know but you ain’t got shit on me |
I roll with one army that’s me, you can’t harm me |
Or what I live for: God, music, and family |
All three out of reach bitch, please understand me |
I’m Untouchable so don’t be Sean Connery |
My pops was a gangster, mother is God’s property (true story) |
That makes me something sort of special like an odyssey |
What you think you got you don’t got on me |