Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Redemption, artist - Ghetts. Album song Momentum 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Believe
Song language: English
Redemption |
Today should’ve been a good day |
But ya boy missed, never had a good game |
And if I wasn’t metaphorically speaking |
Chances are I could all blame a foot sprain |
Fuck an excuse though, I’m still the numero uno |
You know, Mayweather for these Chris Eubanks and Brunos |
New spitters ain’t better, but nowadays just being new is a loophole |
When it comes to words, I’ve got a masters in Scrabble |
It’s like Columbo playing Cluedo |
Plus the new flow, nouveaux |
Crystal clear, and I’m a boss like you know |
What’s the name again? |
Hugo |
Had a little mainstream light this year |
Still I’m underground, I’m getting tube home |
People looking at me like say man a terrorist |
Cuh this kind of beard could snap a fine toothcomb |
My, I be Rudolph |
I just might reindeer on a few folks |
Tell a nigga lay there, don’t move, no |
Freestyling on the pavement |
Trade pound for the Pagans |
Bitch slaps, gift wrap |
Kidnapped, tryna break out of the basement |
They’re saying that you got a chain round without a blade in |
I find all of you fake clowns entertaining |
Your mothers ain’t proud of you wastemen |
Big man bruddas ain’t loud when I face em |
I contact |
I like combat |
Who’s been sipping the badman juice? |
I know a few niggas who’ve died from that |
Haters, man are doing well |
And I’m hearing everything besides congrats |
They don’t wanna see a nigga like me |
Getting this money and sign contracts |
Fuck it, I’ve already got a metaphor like this |
But I’m killing this mic, I’m like Conrad |
Tell that girl «bill a spliff for me» |
And tell my man «pass the Cognac» |
Celebration |
Hard work pays off |
I define dedication |
Look at my CV |
Check my reputation |
I’m probably overreacting |
But today was devastating |
Now I’ve gotta come back harder |
It’s all about elevation |
How you mean, ease up? |
(Blud, are you mad?) |
How you think Wiley survived for generations? |
Perseverance |
Preparation |
There’s only a few that are bust |
Who are still penetrating |
The rappers rap but the MCs MC |
The one everybody rates but they never say it in public |
Fuck it, my nigga, it ain’t nothing |
Everybody in the industry pushing the same button |
Overlooking Ghetto, looking for something that ain’t coming |
Hammering the only MC that they ain’t touching |
Niggas doubted and doubted and now they wanna eat with me but |
I ain’t even putting my food in the same oven |
Everybody knows J’s stubborn |
Sam Cooke said that a change soon come |
Sorry Sam, I can’t see a change coming |
Game in the game, gunning anybody in my way |
You see the way I got anybody in my way running? |
Moment of silence for that flow, you know |
That’s enough, no delay, burning |
Every time I squeeze, I hit the target like I’m meant to |
All I heard was «holy shit, he’s bleeding from his temple» |
I don’t wanna roll with this but nigga, it’s essential |
He came out the pen, I filled his head full of pencil |
Mental |
Not every day 110%, you know |
Sometimes 80, 75 |
Realise you’re human |
Come back and give it to them |