Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gutter Water, artist - Gangrene. Date of issue: 21.11.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gutter Water |
| Being transported to a new and separate reality |
| Now watch how I’m flipping things |
| I’m the man behind the scene pulling the puppet strings |
| Married to the rap game without a diamond ring |
| Keep it a hundred percent authentic, I’m not a a ringtone |
| Rapper that’s candy apple super sweet |
| My flow filthy like gutter water on dirty streets |
| Bang on the machines and bang out a beat |
| Get fans out of the seats, wake people that are sleeping out of their dreams |
| Can’t tell where I cut it, there’s no seams |
| Back like I got a score to settle, I’m on another level |
| I stutter step with the pebble just like the running rebels |
| F*ck the current direction of rap, I’m the exception |
| 40 cake, records raw with no protection while a chain swing |
| Name of the beast gangrene, make Gs, money like hoes |
| No chasing em, I make em chase me, custodian of streets I sweep |
| Drama king when it come to this music it’s not a thing |
| I radiate, next to the Sun I’m the hottest thing on the planet |
| Hands dirty from working like a mechanic |
| Under the hood, animal I’m up to no good |
| For anybody that don’t understand |
| Underestimate the class won’t pass like an undergrad |
| Under that I reign like thunderclaps |
| Storm through like Tom Clancy without a gat |
| But the team strapped make niggas ease back |
| Spit raw uranium, y’all don’t wanna see that |
| Radioactive to radios active |
| My radius is massive, radiate classic |
| Material, ride, bang in my stereo |
| You’re looking for the the real |
| Here we go, gangrene, cut off the bad limbs |
| Back to some mad men madness |
| The mathematics |
| Mic the masterful back at it |
| With ALC, even his fiends wanna get a crack at it |
| Like crack addicts deep addiction is like black magic |
| But this fresh and the car’s more damaged |
| Cause we more savage, a beast with more patterns |
| Than patches on the front and back of some old jackets |
| From the old Jacksons it’s the newest |
| Rollers wishing to see what’s happening |
| Explosive bullets most will fall off in your wholesome hoodie |
| Sit there staring in your eye, toast of Phillie |
| Rhyme with Big Willie |
| The hood brother |
| Spit phlegm, jumped in, we knowing the hitmen |
| Every other optional flow gets the clip then |
| Blow for a second, be back and then come get men |
| Clap cleaner all my ratchets Wolverine screener |
| My inner beam will flow chemo |
| Rap made |
| Assed in greeno |
| Greenish, bitch driving Filipino |
| Gun in your mouth, don’t laugh at me |
| Don’t even laugh with me, got 40 clips and a staff with me |