Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rising, artist - Harry Fraud. Album song High Tide EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: SRFSCHL
Song language: English
Rising |
I feel high |
I feel really high |
Feel like I’m in the sky with Roger Troutman |
Looked down and saw the hating, a lot of doubting |
But I’ve got a mouth that really do flow like a water fountain |
Raising hell, but they can tell through me is Allah shouting |
Dying to rip it, crying «I am the sickest» |
Rhyming explicit, high-end, but you’re buying the ticket, see? |
This is me, dismissing this, hiss if he disagree |
Mr.T, spit the free so quick and give his chick a D |
Okay, I’m back, having everlasting life |
When you’re rapping right, let me get it, I ain’t asking nice |
Bashing mics, ripping it even if I’m half in height |
It’ll be smashing wide to get her open like Aston pipes |
Alarmingly, God, I’m really horny and hot, on |
But I’m warning the Dada |
That he really don’t want no corny insider |
Ya beef on bread, soft, you’re floating, long dead |
Hell I’m giving 'em is burning as arm, leg, leg, arm, head |
Sheesh — It’s a mothefucking relief |
My nigga Reef sent it from K.C., MO them Harry Fraud beats |
I can barely be calmed, yet |
Not you ever beyond Tech |
Hip Hop’s a popularity contest |
Very odd, they evil, and really God |
But when I hit 'em up in a cherry Dodge |
Metamorphosis, scary broads |
Merry fairies carry bra’s, I’m gonna bury y’all |
Necessary job by Nina and Harry Fraud |