Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dollar, artist - Heiruspecs. Album song Ten Years Strong, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Dollar |
| Verse 1: Muad’Dib |
| 10 minutes to 240, anything to fit the format |
| Blend chords, ripple effect to get the floor packed |
| Kick doors back and flip the doormat |
| Split your thorax, Mr. Living Rorschach |
| Done with dummy shit, you want a run at this, get it cracking |
| Saying your spray is staying tough acting like Tinactin |
| Venom leaks from the pen then I sink teeth into it |
| Thin fluid get the beat to seep in and bend to it |
| Peep the decent, no need to pretend |
| Stretch the wings wide, feel the G’s, man |
| The fall’s not fatal, the street at the end |
| That’s the bucket kicker, did your whiskers leave an imprint? |
| Life’s a gamble against a dealer that stacks the deck |
| Plus the man’s sleight of hand, maddeningly adept |
| Battling me except this hand is the best yet |
| So with that out the way, make your bet |
| Spool it out, loom duel of the mouth weaves tight things |
| Lines fly too long, cut 'em like kite strings |
| Its basic, take steps to break dead spaces or rest in distress with all |
| The stone faces |
| Verse 2: Felix |
| I get a dollar for my thoughts, got a hundred ideas |
| And laugh like the Joker while you’re reduced to tears |
| Tears are what you get a little dent in your pride |
| I’m a play the back like the rainbow sticker on your ride |
| Lost my peace of mind when Jam Master Jay died |
| Role model from the get go, inspiring, guide |
| First rap tape I ever had was Run DMC |
| From there the voice of Hip Hop imbedded in me |
| So what’s inside of you? |
| A can of worms, burning pockets |
| Your a cap throw up, I’m heavy metal block hits |
| Shit hits the fan I brought my umbrella |
| Make kids nod their heads when I flip an accapella |
| These fellas. |
| well they wrote the book on incompetence |
| I act like Erykah Badu and work with my common sense |
| Hence whenever I try, I’m doomed to succeed |
| This is rap mother fuckers words are better than deeds |
| Stick with it that’s what I say, this is not a democracy |
| You’ve stumbled into class, its Felix style philosophy |
| The shit that I cook up might not be the best |
| But you put me on the clock, I’m doper than your favorite Iron Chef |
| Ask Chen Kinichi, he’ll tell you how he feels |
| You’re far too salty serve hotter for appeal |
| Your brain bones connected to your ass bone, that’s real |
| Could’a been dope, but you was spoiled, broken seal |