Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Paper Plate , by - GZA/Genius. Song from the album The Pro Tools Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 16.03.2009
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Paper Plate |
| You ever seen someone who roll with Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton |
| Smash whatever you throw, 1000 is what I’m battin' |
| Got a few hooks but no jabs |
| Took 'em out your corndog books and notepads |
| I get it, you got rich robbin' those in the industry |
| Bite off this one, steal from your enemy |
| Never try to play the hottest one out your camp |
| He might step off and take half the joules from your amp |
| Enough to make you vogue on the cover of GQ |
| Only missin' the sheer blouse, homie, you see-through |
| Stop sippin' on that Formula 50 |
| They want heat, I’ll give it to them, burnt and crispy |
| Rhymes too short to box with God, so stretch it |
| Especially these overrated rap Stepin Fetchits |
| I told you if I rain, there’ll be an eternal drizzle |
| Woodwork strips being chipped with sharp chisels |
| One verse shatter your spine and crush your spirit |
| No matter what, you still window shop for lyrics |
| If you’s a pimp, put chicks on a stroll |
| And if those your soldiers, give 'em bigger guns to hold |
| Who shot ya? |
| You don’t have enough on your roster |
| You move like a fed, but you talk like a mobster |
| That yayo you slangin', please abort it |
| Too many cuts on it, cokeheads they won’t snort it |
| Spray the Flea-Unit with pesticides |
| You can get your best ghostwriters, get them all to testify |
| Have you ever been stung by a thousand hornets? |
| Five hundred killa bees, buzzin' and really on it |
| Whipped with Cuban Linx, cut with Liquid Swords |
| Choked by Ironman 'til we crush your vocal cords |
| You ain’t nothin' but a pig in a blanket |
| Hoghead, the deadliest food at the banquet |
| All this rap crap that’s trapped in your colon |
| Only means, get rid of the wack sh-- you holdin' |
| Sweet-tooth dudes, stay out the candyshop |
| You ain’t gotta handcuff 'em to see the panties drop |
| A few cats is lookin' for a rat with cheese |
| Got somethin' to pitch? |
| They all swing a bat with ease |
| Get your ankles broke while doin' your two-step |
| Leave a «Thank you!"note for the crutches the Wu left |
| Proactive rap, you know they put drug in the cream |
| You hallucinate, see Kanye in your dream |
| And yo, I don’t smoke dust, I dust off Smokey and the Bandits |
| With the brush stroke off the canvas |
| I walk on your gators and lizards |
| Raise the lynx that was killed for your minks, you be rockin' in blizzards |
| Wanna be cock 'til you walk the D-Block |
| To get a transfer, I’ll spread your wings like peacocks |
| I was an emcee while you was in Nutville |
| On a world tour, you was gettin' your guts spilled |
| Ten years your senior but I flow like I’m twenty-one |
| Straight from Medina, with a mass of many suns |
| Supernova, give off gamma-ray bursts |
| And I’ll finish this only, 'cause I let off first |
| Wassup? |