Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Quality Control, artist - Hippie Sabotage. Album song Vol. 1, in the genre Электроника
Date of issue: 10.03.2014
Record label: iHipHop Distribution
Song language: English
Quality Control |
Next we are havin' a very very big group |
By the Limo, I like the LimoAyo my quality control, captivates your party patrol |
Your mind, body, and soul |
For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode |
Big, bad, and bold B boys of oldMany styles we hold, let the story be told |
Whether platinum or gold, we use breath control |
So let the beat unfold, intro on drum roll |
We be the lik like E, Tash, and J Lo |
We harass niggas like we was the po po |
We can rule the world without Kurtis and still BlowFinesse, from S P to Casio |
Your jams ain’t deaf, you ain’t fresh, you’re so so |
If you don’t know us by now you’ll never know |
You set that mood when we groove and prove a show |
The name of the game is survive and prove your flow |
You can’t out take Jurassic syllable |
'Cause it’s survival of professional radio |
Stop and comprehend and heed the words of my pen |
Survival of professional poetical HighlandersSoup, you plan on rocking |
something fierce? |
Oh, am I |
Zaakir’s the name, the A K A super |
The verbal acupuncture from the dope old schooler |
I used to be the brother for others that used to dumb on |
Now they be the lovers of brothers they can’t front on |
Put me in the mix, L P 12-inchS P, the elegant, poetic pestilence |
I’m carbonated, the Fanti-confederated |
Highly commemorated, and the most celebrated |
For connecting it word like verb subject to the predicate |
Plus I got the etiquette |
To keep it moving, and showing cats how it’s done |
'Cause it’s the verbal combat, position number oneWe keep it beaming like a |
beacon |
If it’s clearance that you’re seeking |
Whether black or Puerto Rican |
People back us when we’re speaking |
We got the kind of rhymes that get you ready for the weekend |
To the mass amount of legions that came for party pleasing |
Our temperature is freezing, all kind of different regions |
The rhythm is the reason you’re checking for what we’ve done |
Please son, our thesis, will rip your crew in pieces |
Your rhymes ain’t right, homeboy, you ain’t in seasonAyo my quality control, |
captivates your party patrol |
Your mind, body, and soul |
For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode |
Big, bad, and bold B boys of oldYo, yo, well it’s the angelic man relic clan |
repellent |
My plan parent manuscripts withstand bullets |
Flashing like a Japan tourist, we command pure hits |
My fam submits to pray, 5 times a day |
Climbing into your mind with live rhyme display |
J 5 finds a way to remain supreme |
Coming verbally Hardison as if my name was KadeemAyo my team Dreamworks without |
Spielberg or spill words |
Communicate from the earth throughout the universe |
Deeply rooted in the spirit |
Up, I love the power of words, nouns and verbs |
The pen and the sword, liquid stick on awardNo folklore or myths in my |
penmanship |
The Panther Scholar Warriors is what I present, uh |
Verbally decapitating those against a |
Jihad words make sense |
You gots to get up on your vocab, you gots to have vocab |
Letters makes words, and sentences makes paragraphsQuality control |
Small 7 Tuna fish in the dock fish roll |
Like producers of the highest quality rather |
Can I do smartYo, I make the pen capsize, the verbal with the planted eyes |
Planning knives every pair that I utilize |
Spit juice, crack blood from your tooth |
Inflict truths, speak Allah’s 99 Attributes |
You baby M C’s drink Pedialyte |
My underground doesn’t like you, the media might |
But we the defeat will change that |
As we bridge gaps in this lyrical grudge match, brothers we slug backYeah, |
we bless tracks with the help of a raw rap |
Inprinted like poor tracks all over your brain rack |
My mental maneuver will clear and steer right through ya |
We Grand like Puba, understand that we move ya |
Ayo, my rhythm reveal roller coaster real deal |
Revolutionize with active build |
I plant my dreams in the field and wait to harvest my skills |
For the starving M C, hungry trying to get the mealAyo my quality control, |
captivates your party patrol |
Your mind, body, and soul |
For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode |
Big, bad, and bold B boys of oldWe are goin' to take a trip back in time |
Are you ready to get into time machine |
OK fasten your seat belts |
Are you ready? |
Let’s go |