Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No W, artist - Flobots. Album song Flobots Present: Platypus, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.10.2020
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
No W |
| Lets get it popping now |
| Obnoxious, never stopping now |
| Nobody’s got a shot cause we lock it down we’re |
| Not just a rock around the clock This’ll drop you down |
| Notches |
| The proper noun’s 'Flobots' |
| When we tic toc the hip hop |
| Gets toxic thoughts drip drop lips spitting like a faucet |
| (He goes for the shot!) Jonny blocks it |
| Watch this as I lift off in Jonny’s rockets |
| So get off this topic and stop licking off this plate |
| Synopsis we’re taking it back |
| When the Flobots hit the stage it’s a wrap and it goes |
| And it goes |
| F-L-O (No W) B-O-T-S yes |
| Unstoppable like a tropical disaster |
| Denver Colorado where the water boils faster |
| F-L-O (No W) B-O-T-S yes |
| And the crowd start panickin' |
| Cause' they don’t know how to act like Anakin |
| Give me anything and I’ll improve it |
| Use it to make good music fuse it |
| Together with a click |
| From the bottom of a stick |
| Now we got another quick beat automatic hit |
| Feet step to the sound that I manufacture |
| The slickness that I make a |
| Plan to capture |
| Can I get a witness? |
| Till you slam and slap your wrists |
| Bringing down the house |
| Damn, if that’s the fifth time |
| That you had to get it |
| Scanned for fractures |
| Hospitalization |
| Rock the nation |
| Possible litigation against me |
| But don’t tempt me |
| Jonny fee fi fo fum |
| Cause he’s liable to pummel all rivals |
| Leave you guys with no thumbs on the bible I swear! |
| Can’t summarize what he’s done |
| Twiddlers run |
| Chances of survival are little or none |
| Never play second fiddle |
| We never play second fiddle |
| We never play second fiddle |
| We never play second fiddle |
| To some dumb chump that wants nothing but to giggle and spit |
| Piddle and piss, get twisted and |
| Sip cries with little misses & mister men |
| Sad mad strong bad double fisted when I fight foes I explode nitroglycerine |
| F-L-O (No W) B-O-T-S yes |
| A little bit of this a little bit of that |
| We do it for the dot in the middle of the map |
| We got it covered |
| That’s a wrap |
| Making paper |
| Cause we keep on rocking it |
| Something to count on like an abacus |
| We get down underground like a platypus |
| Don’t attempt this at home |
| The Flobots’ll walk away from copycats |
| We got what you kneed |
| Like opposing soccer players jock straps |
| Bring your party to life |
| We freak cheek to cheek with greatness |
| Wrap lines around the world |
| We frequently seem to be equators |
| We deep beneath the vapors |
| In an underground lab |
| Yup leaking secret papers |
| Through tunneled out magma |
| Butcher can’t touch the |
| Style that we bust ya |
| Give other rappers the run around, tag we it |
| Shot through ya’ll drainers and piss pots |
| We came here to rip shop |
| When angered spit quickshots |
| Like namor swims swift knots |
| Our bangers leave lips dropped |
| Supreme ultra Number One rankers of hip-hop |