Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rising, artist - Fliptrix. Album song Out the Box, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.03.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: High Focus
Song language: English
Rising |
Yeah, got Rebs, Dj MadNice |
24 fun. |
Yeah? |
Linger 'round the things and then blam 'em with the sting on |
Hate thrifts the family, the decision’s by nature |
Independent labels will put you without a major |
Cheese turn to dust and then question my brother Ako |
Lips get spung cause I double it with the favor |
Gotta spread the actions, but memories are what save ya |
Viewin' my surroundings, pretty sure was moving nature |
Pending from the heart to the chest, take the weight off |
Could be careless, if you ain’t ready, can play this later |
Vidies from the man who be hustlin' for the paper |
Ready to invest in the business a little later |
Heart that cat blow could be cotton upon the wager |
Mom would neva lis' when teacher would say they were failures |
People living jeans got nothing to be afraid off |
Rap to the latter and amateur niggas payed off |
Burn the whole system and everything that is based on it |
Got a pens and pan, can call my friends my label |
Vision prohibited, ain’t allowed here on stage one |
Can I touch the microphone and ask where it came from? |
You already touchin' microphone, ready for what will come for |
(Hook x2) |
You map the world and keep vibin' |
Could read thies and so, I stay timin' |
To the top of the vines and primetimin' |
Fine, focus, fine, we all risin' |
A fool of different stature, won’t live here before I’m raised on |
Lungs took the caner, switched to vapor, now I stay strong |
Never waste my time with evil spirits |
Didn’t think I need to see a connect, no I don’t |
(What?) They just basic cynics. |
So I’m killin' it |
With spinach to begin it, readiness is that I won’t stop |
Till you finna choke, the whole goals, post codes and the «hold-me-downs» |
I’m cold skillin'-home chillin' |
Eyes ain’t red, yo, there’s no way I ain’t billin' |
Hover to the phone, tell 'em hoe that coat’s hung |
Cause I trust need to pose for that Kodak moment |
Click-clack, that was fast, thank, you made magic go |