Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hardcore Composer, 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
Hardcore Composer |
Now I got you looking stiff you numbskull, you’re at a stand still |
Still faking that you’re hard with your rhymes and got no hand skills |
so I’ll easily drop you and stop you from rhyming |
Send you home to moms all bruised up and crying |
Then if you want you can go call your people |
You’re gonna need a mob against me cause I’m lethal |
Not that I’m a violent brother to the contrary |
My vocals carry, and then I bury |
MC’s in holes that they dug for themselves |
Couldn’t be themselves so they sold themselves |
to a company exec who doesn’t have respect |
for real rap music so he wants to get an MC |
that starts out street to crossover |
but not me, cause I’m the hardcore composer |
You ain’t a writer nor a fighter you’re just a biter |
I think you need to save all that because in spite |
of the reputation that you think you have |
the crew already knows that you’re really a crab |
So I’ll grab the mic with haste and send you out of this place |
and back to trace my flow but don’t waste your time bro |
It only takes a minute a second for me to switch |
and rearrange real quick cause I can kick plenty styles |
Rhymes stretch many miles |
I’m the authentic yes the lyric unloader |
The truth exposer, the hardcore composer |
All you delirious curious suckers |
you better act like you’ve been known I mack |
and hold my own with a mike just to stagger |
a bragger, retire a lair and very easily |
I’m pass by ya cause you didn’t want to give the credit |
where it was due, yeah it was you, uh huh it was you |
and your crummy corny ass crew |
So we shall enforce that you lost and plus you oughta |
find another type of life and yes another source of income |
And here’s some advice you can’t rap this nice |
I broke ya over and over I told ya I would mold ya why? |
Because I’m bound |
to give original sound and as your ears pound |
bringing pleasure and pain |
as brains start to gain from musical measures |
Forming mystical questions never typical inventions |
Developed by my Gifted Unlimited mind |
Suckers wanna rhyme cause they’re eager to find |
the secret behind the way that I stomp all comp |
Just like a Timberland it’s the Guru and Premier |
It’s them again droppin the fly tracks |
and taking things over and never selling out |
cause I’m the hardcore composer |