Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Temple, artist - GemStones
Date of issue: 04.05.2015
Song language: English
Temple |
Gemstones, aka meet the slayer |
I really rip through the beat and tear |
Feel like I’m the last of a breed that’s rare |
Or any rapper that breathe this air |
Wanna see a tie? |
Better bring a bear |
Only when I die will I be compared |
Starin' in your eyes with a evil stare |
Anything alive, it’ll be aware |
Everybody hidin' underneath the stairs |
«I don’t wanna die, there’s a beast in there!» |
You can see the signs in the teeth I bare |
Nothing will survive if the meat is rare |
Who lied to you? |
We are not a equal pair |
Rappin' to the sounds of the breaths of air |
Lyrically inclined, I don’t need a snare |
Only sound good cause the beat is there |
I don’t want the throne, you can keep the chair |
On the zone lookin' for some meat to tear |
I been chained down for at least a year |
Say my name wrong and this lease’ll tear |
Big and Pac gone, we can see who care |
How you King Kong and you speech impaired? |
They can put you on, Imma meet you there |
When I bang on you and leave you there |
Put a feature where? |
Ain’t enough room on this beat to share |
Comin' for the dudes who don’t seem to care |
Damagin' the minds of the seeds we air |
They only seem to rhyme when the weed is flared |
Cause they don’t have a mind to be deepest prayer |
Jordan number 5's are the weakest pair |
They’ll be a nine to at least the Hares |
Lyrical miracle since they cut my umbilical |
Lyrical miracle since they cut my umbilical |
Hell is for an eternity, hope you know where you’re goin' |
An industry full of wannabes, never will I conform |
Lyrical miracle since they cut my umbilical |
Lyrical miracle since they cut my umbilical |
Should be locked up for perjury, lyin' about what you doin' |
Sellin' your soul for currency, anything to get on |
Lyrical miracle since they cut my umbilical |
Lyrical miracle since they cut my umbilical |
It’s a state of emergency, been a bit of a disturbance, see |
Artists showin' no courtesy, rap is out of its form |
Lyrical miracle since they cut my umbilical |
Lyrical miracle since they cut my umbilical |
June 20th a Gemini is born |
Ain’t no secret I’m murdering anything I get on |
Verbally murderin' everything in its element |
Fly as a pelican, delicate as a elephant |
Rappers that stand in my shadow, thinkin' they ready for battle |
Can’t even channel my caliber of intelligence |
I’m confident but this competition, I’m arrogant |
Never look down on anyone, I don’t know who I’m better than |
Anybody can get it, it’s obvious I need medicine |
Prolly should be admitted, my mind is gone, I don’t know where it is |
90% of you rappers may not need it |
But really there’s never been one to do it like I done did it |
To walk with me, follow Christ and get ridiculed by the critics |
And double back and go lyrically amount anything livin' |
That’s it, this beat is that you murdered, there’s been a killin' |
And anybody who thinks they could body what I be pennin' |
Could get it, my pen is godly |
Get bodied won’t do you tim and know no limits far as the eye could see |
Obviously I’m winnin' |
You dealin', my safety pin is the origin of my inner beginnings |
They got the heart of the artists that benifitin' |
Your images all a gimmick, I’m sorry, you not authentic |
You mimickin', every car that you talkin' about is rented |
I should be labeled as the best rapper ever in Guinness |
Music I make will be here forever when I diminish |
Anybody that’s breathin' will tell you that I’m a menace |
No limits, I’m never timid |
This song is only a scrimmage |