Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song what happens remix, artist - Five Deez. Album song Slow Children Playing, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ample Soul
Song language: English
what happens remix |
When i grab the microphone i get down like light speed |
It was the single D double double D crew who |
When i grab the microphone i tend to make kids bleed |
It was the single D double double D crew who |
When i grab the microphone i get biz for all my peeps |
It was the single D double double D crew who |
When i grab the microphone we win battles like steak sweeps |
It was the Five D Mc’s who rock the place with ease |
New levels of life, lovely light you find on minds empty |
Time to find drums and lace |
Relay simply the facts of love and hate |
Raheem drops beams in 88 |
In 89, i rhymed on lines on school desks |
Lab became the routine |
Ahead of my time like ill stocks |
How could the real ever stop |
These MC’s they say |
Self preservations prioritized |
Over time wasting |
I rise like heat from the sun at 6 o clock |
Surprise young minds, like pistol wip’ers from Glocks |
My treatments be the shock |
Electrocution you’re losing your whole life force |
In situations you be caught |
Ass out, thats to see what your life’s all about |
Now the strong will survive |
And the weak take dives |
The slaves take lives |
I’m taking files from FBI, makin' |
Photocopies to give sight to the blind |
For the deaf, i make beats to stretch like my breath |
For the dumb, mic checks one time for ya mind |
Do with it, what you will even if its, just recline |
Tests for the soul with high stakes for the balance |
Why waste talent, if its already written to be liven |
This life of astrological travel and intuition |
In addition, I’m wishin' more than heads would listen |
Probably over-D'n on pills when i rock my shit |
When i grab the microphone the crowd gets buckwild |
It was the single D double double D crew who |
When i grab the microphone i catch you sleeping like child |
It was the single D double double D crew who |
And when i grab the microphone i get biz like markie |
It was the single D double double D crew who |
When i grab the microphone i rock for props not for free |
Be the Five D Mc’s who make cuts like surgery |
Lets put it together |
Over the rain and the stormy weather |
Rock forever cause they never hear of them |
They tried to murder them |
Outta nowhere, see the smoke and the sparks |
Flames in the dark, beats in the park |
Cars bangin', the rhymes hangin' sucka MC’s |
With styles lyrics and degrees from college |
Five Deez bring the knowledge of life |
From wisdom understands and the rhythm to give em the truth and rock |
Over the top, hip-hop, fucking the cops in the anus |
Cause they hate us, they can cut with the faders |
Eating on a 12 hundred turntables |
Wasn’t able to survive in my dimension |
Didn’t listen so they die |
A death blow and pain taking ya breath slow |
Let go of ya previous out-look |
Cause we about to flip the script and rip |
Like ya neva' knew, take ya revenue |
From the heavens a crew with 7's all up in the mix so bust this |
Loving the lust wishing the trust could be |
Before ya eyes close, and when no longer comes out ya nose |
Cause blood flows thats how it goes when ya fucking with pro’s |
Its like that y’all, Five Deez worldwide |
And when i rock the microphone these kids step to the side |
When i grab the microphone i refresh like iced tea |
It was the single D double double D crew who |
And when i grab the microphone nobody rhyme like me |
It was the single D double double D crew who |
When i grab the microphone i combat like tai chi |
It was the single D double double D crew who |
And when i grab the microphone i give kids lobotomies |
It was the Five D Mc’s 3 mikes like trinity |
I stay precise on swiss army |
My time is nice |
We must plan concise |
Progressive moves |
Till all digest these grooves |
If most niggas could sit for a half a sec' |
I guarantee they ears get wet |
Wetter than vets left standing at charlies checkpoint |
Check charlie with this next joint |
Kick yo ass like |
Like minds trained for games, for losers |
Sock you in face with word placement of choice |
Opinions get voiced, get amplified |
The type on pad and L leaves paper moist |
You catch like |
Descend with subterranean men |
And reappear like stress next year |
What you hear is what we know |
Never been backbone |
Pro’s status, on back burners |
Rhymes types like |
No vandals who pick up on other channels |
Pack burners with solid (?) and flannels |
Got niggas blew out like candles |