Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Writz, artist - Gift Of Gab. Album song Fourth Dimensional Rocketships Going Up, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.05.2004
Record label: Quannum projects
Song language: English
The Writz |
Come let’s sit |
Where rappers have the rock flip scripts |
And count the 12 up in the mix |
Puttin down the Writz |
MCs walk within |
The round part off-way beat |
It took they on somewhere they drift |
Puttin down the Writz |
Ear duct probably jump into your mental |
When you hear what rhyme inventions I been into |
Just the clear-cut, uncut dope without delusion |
It’s the sheer rough raw preach skills that I’m inflictin |
In the rear cut, now I’m just spot, peepin my competition |
Hear what mere mortals could never pull up in my sphere pluck ports |
Inferior years come and go, it’s about to be one |
Here, cause now it’s all I know |
And here’s what they want, up jump the frequencies |
The Leer jet speeds like sound |
Surroundin poundin in your eardrum (Watch out now!) |
Make preparation for it, here it comes (Tumblin down!) |
For centuries to come and then some |
Rhyme’s Menthol without the hedges |
And the benz son, time gets stalled |
A rapper’s head is just a emblem on my wall |
I like to welcome MCs inside of my melodical Monster’s Ball |
And yes, yes, yaaaalll |
Look out below, Sharky! |
Got a new machine and now I’m feelin kinda cocky |
When I grab a pen I hear the theme song from Rocky |
Rhymes intoxicatin like a warm cup of sake |
Sock it to me, rock it truly, we ain’t never sloppy |
I could get you higher than the seed of a poppy |
Choppy rhyme jalopy, moppin oppositions |
Starvin carbon copy, rock me I’ll be rockin noggin |
Startin wars in your apartment lobby, golly |
Rhymin like a Simple Simon, timin off and probly |
Gobblin all them arts I’m often flyin in the sky |
Sire with the higher fire |
Choirs till your psyche strikin mightily |
I cordially invite you all to |
MCGI, people call me Gift |
When I’m tearin up a party I feel no guilt |
I tilt scales, build, sell prevail and just wail |
On MCs with these, a 10th degree blackbelt |
Verbal warlord |
105, the zero look up at the scoreboard |
Got so high you thought I couldn’t ever soar more |
Baby bye-bye, my rock is takin off (All Aboard!) |
Into the sky we travelin through sound corridors |
Way up high we take ya places that ya four-door |
Couldn’t explore and leave the Coliseum tour for- |
Ever and a day and a hour and 7 minutes and a second |
Exactly and evermore |