Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Publicity, artist - GZA. Album song Pitbull Street Team, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.05.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cut killer
Song language: English
Publicity |
Who be first to catch this Beat Down? |
My RapPages be The Source |
Ego Trip remain victory and no loss |
Rap Sheet show you Details of wars in streets |
Where the most live catch Vibe and Blaze heat |
Double XL kings who rush through got Right On |
Quick to Stress ya sound crew to get a mic on |
Math lets the plates Spin |
Consecutive hits, promoters' face grin, the dawn catch fist |
Keep the paper direct wire, see MJ retire |
Unlike the story that echoes out from chronic liars |
Like those who feast on hogs, eat Murder Dogs |
A Village Voice kid with his heart and soul calm |
Killa Beez produce the honey that fortify the platinum |
Plus the DJ claws fiend to scratch them |
Thus, street team take shots at criticism |
Promotional vehicles wiffin with mad rhythm |
With the lockout of one of our Source Sports |
We spice the stand and launch the stage on the ball court |
During the first half, number one draft |
Rap lords swing swords, slam microphone, shatter Billboards |
Forty-eight in sight after inhaling the herb |
Vision impaired when the silhouette emerged |
One nut out the Clan |
Get your whole clique banned from radio |
PDs cut your raps man |
Forcing me to move on from one world to another |
On the gulf from the fuel Jet to hover |
Take cover wit the radical Urban Latino |
No Hip-Hop Connection wit Us and Janet Reno |
I do an interview and they aim to trace my Essence |
To know more than is necessary blunts your weapon |
My group’s Nova, remain unsober |
And serve High Times with king cobras |
I shoulder low-post MCs, your whole style la feast |
Second to get your Word Up then the troops unleash |
Creative Loafing to the grand opening |
With my ray gun scoping, you’re hoping |
Uniforms be fridged when they walk the Black Beat |
In the heat of razors exposing fresh meat |
In Bedrock and Gambling, Rolling Stone out of zone |
Where they can’t monitor my 'xact poem |
Collide with the Tiger Beat, Rap et Ragga |
Ebony eyes, folks see the saga |