Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stoic Response, artist - Haiku D'Etat. Album song Coup De Theatre, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.09.2011
Record label: Decon Media
Song language: English
Stoic Response |
They be saying… |
Man… emcees be acting all bad |
And they never be over there sounding just like my homie Ab |
He had the same reaction |
Response was stoic |
You’re sitting there telling him something |
Like he don’t know it |
I know they holding they breath |
They ain’t got many notes left |
It’s there for the taking yo rep |
Might be one you gone regret |
Yo we ain’t fearing they form |
They whole spirit gets torn |
Crown imperials worn |
They ain’t prepared for a war |
Ay yo I heard that verse |
Wasn’t hella choppy at first (was you?) |
I heard your last outburst |
I know me serving you hurts |
Opposition stop jawing and lipping |
I’m rock to your scissors |
And dulling your blade’s incision |
I’m knowing they got props |
At a similar end of the spectrum I know they flow off the top |
In a resembling way of the veterans But we’re loaded with epinephrine |
Adrenaline rush you give me the go |
Pretend to be us how insidious and unoriginal |
Man… emcees be biting they fake |
And they be over there |
Sounding just like my homies Ace |
He had the same reaction |
Response was stoic |
You’re sitting there telling him something |
Like he don’t know it |
Man you don’t think I know my flows |
Are good for the biting |
While I’m writing reciting |
Trying to give the whole world everything I got |
They got they one sided karate |
Me I flow jeet kun do you think you know? |
To harness the energy within the person who’s the weapon |
While searching for shoes to step in |
You wound up with a mirror image of me |
Some call 'em Aceyalone clones I call 'em students |
Sir Isaac Newton laws of movement creates the mutant |
Mutation & adaptation go hand in hand the strong survive |
They’ll eat me alive if I don’t find a new ocean to dive |
A newer sky to dive |
Do or die eyes still on the prize |
And from what they comprised |
Further more lets me know I’ve arrived |
Our contribution & influence won’t be taken lightly |
Freestyle foundation generation might be slightly |
Off to the left I mean |
Fight to the death extreme |
Look at me I’m a microphone fiend |
Take 'em to a place no other MC seen |
Man… emcees be stylin' their rhymes |
And their cadences |
Be sounding just like Myka 9's |
He had the same reaction |
Response was stoic |
You’re sitting there telling him something |
Like he don’t know it |
Heroic in proportion the amount of respect |
That’s been shown to an orphan with a warped intellect |
I take no credit for my success neurosis |
From where the hopeless seek a cure in proper dosage |
Check a positive prognosis |
To endure death threats for wasted talents |
Or so it may upset the chemically imbalanced |
Boldly approach next challenge |
With an Alien wrench in a clenched fist |
To produce an alley stench and inch by inch |
These historic pros off the dome or written flows |
Gets harder to quote which raps I wrote |
Pinch Mike since I’d never admit it |
I’d spit one style and someone else’s whole career created? |
Just one bright moment serving an opponent |
In any format befitting |
They can put their child through college |
Only if they bit it and ran with it |
I polished off these phonies with follies |
I concocted underworld |
And mainstream flowwers are my spermatozoas |
I got great-great grandchildren in rhyme building |
Some make millions and some get not deal no salary |
When imitation is the highest form of flattery |
Man… emcees got helluva rhymes |
And they be over there |
Sounding like they got y’all timing |
We had the same reaction |
Response was stoic |
You’re sitting there telling us something |
Like we don’t know it |