Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Choose None, artist - Horrorshow. Date of issue: 19.08.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Choose None |
| We are the trailblazing crowd exciters |
| Book us to play with you |
| And we’ll upstage your crew and probly down all the writer you minor (?) |
| We major-league play-makers |
| Double-S on the bases, One Day in the place, its my turn to step up to the plate |
| Heads up when the standards are comin your way (?) |
| Get your hands up like a gun to the face |
| Better man up if you’ve something to say |
| Cos we can answer never running away, keep tellin em |
| I’m in my element, somethin like Jay in Summertime |
| If you came in late please allow me to summa-r-ise |
| I rock a shaved head and sunken eyes |
| Call me the Sensitive New Age Rapper, I ain’t like them other guys (ha) |
| The wack MC whistleblower |
| And the reason why your girl carries round a pocketful of mistletoe |
| I’m on that Don’t Try This At Home shit, Kid got the wicked flow that’ll shake |
| you the fuck up out of your comfort zone |
| Let the trumpets blow, we gonna ride to the sunset |
| And I ain’t even begun yet |
| Stay tuned |
| This is just the debut, no tellin what we got comin up next |
| One hundred miles and running, will you run? |
| Six billion people to love, choose one |
| 8 million stories to tell, so who’s gonna? |
| Six million ways to die, I choose none |
| One hundred miles and running, will you run? |
| Six billion people to love, choose one |
| 8 million stories to tell, so who’s gonna? |
| Six million ways to die, I choose none |
| So we don’t play that (uh uh) |
| We don’t play that (uh uh) |
| We don’t play that (One Dayers) |
| We don’t play around |
| We don’t play that (uh uhhh!) |
| We don’t play that (uh uh) |
| We don’t play that (One Dayers) |
| We don’t play around |
| 2: Nick Lupi] |
| Yeaaaa |
| Itsss |
| Been a minute, didn’t know what to write but I’m right now |
| Now I’ve put em where I need em |
| I, put the left then the right down then I write back |
| Had the games been locked and keyed (?) |
| Key to this shit is the shit I’m shittin on * |
| We cheeky buggers that call out them heads |
| Line us like Kostakidis |
| You ain’t nice Enuf to call out James |
| You know how long I done fought for my name? |
| On the walls, on the court, on the beats and the beach |
| You’d see it when I’d caught the train |
| One’s for the young, two’s for the two dudes |
| Who lifted up three nights to the Monday (?) |
| Four’s for the pen, its like Jordan on the bench takin out Jimmy Nice from the |
| One Day |
| Gimme the mike and your team gon bounce |
| Hold it baby, you ain’t ready |
| Said you ain’t Reggie baby, cross the line and that three don’t count |
| I am a rapper’s rapper, «Is he really really gona be the next to do it?» |
| Or is he really gona be the best to do it |
| You can find me all up in a lab of rap (?) |
| Hey Ditty you got me? |
| Who says Sydney is lost, I’m not scared to take a bit of the profits |
| I’ve been in the cockpit, who fly as I? |
| 99 and 86 couldn’t stop this |
| Don’t Get Smart about it baby just get smart about it |
| And don’t ask about us, we aren’t nice |
| One hundred miles and running, will you run? |
| Six billion people to love, choose one |
| 8 million stories to tell, so who’s gonna? |
| Six million ways to die, I choose none |
| One hundred miles and running, will you run? |
| Six billion people to love, choose one |
| 8 million stories to tell, so who’s gonna? |
| Six million ways to die, I choose none |
| One hundred miles and running |
| Six billion people to love |
| 8 million stories to tell |
| Six million ways to die, I choose none! |
| 3: Solo and Jimmy alternate lines in this bit, starting with Jimmy] |
| We ain’t done yet, nah |
| Shootin for the stars |
| Bar for bar, boy you up next |
| If you rollin in your car |
| No matter where you are |
| You want to take ours, better come get it |
| Said it before, we all in the same boat, mind closed they felt with the |
| passion (?) |
| There’s no love there, whatever helps with the cash or seperates yourself from |
| the masses |
| My music’s flavoursome, maybe you ain’t accustomed to it |
| We take impossible make it look like ain’t nothin to it |
| And there ain’t nothin to it |
| Hit em for 6 when I run they hide, they playin twenty-twenty with the One Day |
| side |
| Baby, are you fucking stupid? |
| Lookin like Don in a baggy green |
| With a bag of green |
| Showin everybody what they haven’t seen |
| Better put your cards up, they are stuck in a backwards scene (?) |
| One hundred miles and runnin, steady gunnin, they still in the haze |
| A million ways it’s been done before me I don’t choose none of them, nah |
| Far from your everyday player |
| We here every day, play ya A-grade shit |
| But you already know the facts |
| Jimmy Nice |
| And Solo back |
| Tell a friend |
| Take a photograph |
| We stayin in form from the break of dawn til the fall of the sun, hit me on |
| One hundred miles and running, will you run? |
| Six billion people to love, choose one |
| 8 million stories to tell, so who’s gonna? |
| Six million ways to die, I choose none |
| One hundred miles and running, will you run? |
| Six billion people to love, choose one |
| 8 million stories to tell, so who’s gonna? |
| Six million ways to die, I choose none |
| You dig? |