Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flip The Script, artist - Gang Starr. Album song Daily Operation, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1991
Record label: Virgin Records America
Song language: English
Flip The Script |
Brave is the knave who steps up to be slayed |
by the one who forgave him for his first mistakes |
He’d best behave, or I’ma send him a wave |
of some shocking volts, he doesn’t know what he’s talkin about |
He’s kickin a bunch of crap so I’ll be the judge of that |
The boy lacks artistry but still he tries hard to be an entertainer, but instead he’s a waste of my time and your time so I’ll kick the pure rhymes |
Whenever you’re looking for rap that’s exceptional |
and credible, straight to the G’s you better go Cause GangStarr’s known to be prone to be masters of streetwise poetry and turntable wizardry |
but still be a cold day in Hell when you hear that |
Guru or Premier ever tell suckers get sales |
but they fail in the long run that kid who went gold yo That was the wrong one but tonight the spotlight is all on me |
I’m the Guru, of the G-A-N-G |
Taking out scrubs cause they rub me the wrong way |
and I’ll say, that they’ve still got a long way to go to show they can flow like a real pro |
So gimme that loot catch the boot from my steel toe |
I’m changing the scenery as I make em uncomfortable |
cause most MC’s ain’t really got no pull |
Watch me stifle em quick with the gift and the wit |
Make em quit all that riff as I flip the script |
Fool listen, I know that you’ve been missing |
all this and so my rhymes are gonna gleem and glisten |
like a gem, and if you are the fake MC type |
I’ll shine so bright I’ll be blinding your eyesight |
Your capabilities fall short so I’ma treat you like a dwarf |
on a basketball court still you try to rap |
And even claim you got new styles but |
rolling your tongue’s been playe dout for a while |
And you don’t sound fly so why are you doing that? |
You had a dope track but you’re wack so you ruined that |
I couldn’t make out what you were saying your diction |
is jumbled where as me I’m conveying clear thoughts |
to a crowd that’s most critical |
Booty duck rappers like you are just pitiful |
I bet you couldn’t name more than one pioneer |
Cause you didn’t pay dues and you got on on outta nowhere |
But that’s OK cause I’m peeping your card |
If rap was my house you’d be sweeping the yard |
As I recline I’ll find more chores to give ya like moppin the floors or maybe fetchin my slippers |
So don’t even trip or run off with the lip |
Cause as soon as you slip you know I’ll flip the script |
So as I kick a bit flip with script without a skip |
butter roll MC’s get dissed like this |
You’ll never got none son because I’ll become troublesome |
You rap like a simpleton |
And I hate scum yo I can easily deflect your threats |
cause they’re idle my recital will break you down |
Just a fight til the end cause I can take ten at a time |
Give em all a fair shot to see if any can rhyme |
And even if one is decent, I’ll still get props |
I’ll kick the slick lines til the last one drops |
As my powerful skills are unveiled I’m tippin the scales |
and weighing much more than your tall tales |
Stop the exaggeration perpetration observe |
and make simple notation |
Nobody no where no way no how |
is taking me out cause I can throw so you know now |
Can you feel it, I bust raps so lay off |
before I steal that so called title that you gave yourself |
But you really ain’t jack so yo you played yourself |
And now you look from a distance as you sweat my tip |
You know I’ll whip you swift when I flip the script |