Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rock Shit , by - Hush. Song from the album Bulletproof, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 07.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Danny Boy
Song language: English
Rock Shit |
| May I have your attention please |
| I’m sorta like a motivation speach on vintage keys |
| You’ll see I ain’t the same nigga I used to be, but you’ll get used to me |
| I’ve changed, got some shit on my brain I want the youth to see |
| Twisted like a tuba, got boys in the hood like Cuba do |
| Words like a movie that move ya that’s so beautiful |
| And that’s because I can’t leave the studio 'til it’s suitable |
| To have you in your cubicle groovin to this musical |
| And off this chronic, yeah, you’ll be astonished |
| When I shoot like a comet & put his lights out like the Amish |
| So you better watch your comments before you vanish, kapoof! |
| I’m sick as vom in the booth, I told you I was the truth |
| A block smoker I’m blazin like I’m diagnosed with severe glaucoma |
| Shockin' like Oklahoma |
| Niggas know I’m just that nigga from the dirty Murder Mitten |
| Where bullshit is forbidden and haters never forgiven got me |
| This that Rock-Shit, pump on your block shit |
| This that hot shit, got ya doin toxics |
| Turn it up (Turn it up) |
| This that Rock-Shit, pump on your block shit |
| Just can’t stop it, 'til your speakers poppin' |
| Turn it up (Come on) |
| I was born to chop verses and slice words from cursive |
| With slurs so diversive when I spit so perversive |
| This new tyrant who’s flows just like a hydrant |
| Will have you sweatin' bullets 'til you bust when your perspiring |
| There’s no denyin' it once I put my stamp on it |
| Detroit’s the Newcleus of this blaze like Jam on it |
| We’re focused in your face like Sean Dalon |
| With Bareda’s in your grill and Low down like Mr. Wrong |
| See it’s just magic cause the heat is so poetic |
| And we ain’t dramatic we just spit you’re so pathetic |
| And it’s done daily like Carson, it’s arson |
| Like a four-alarm fire on beats we’re Molotovin' |
| So call a medic cause the crew’s about to set |
| Like Detroit in '84 when the Tigers won the Pennant |
| Cause we reinvented this game and to us it’s hats off |
| So pass the mic with the serial numbers scratched off |
| You don’t know me I’m sick as Ebola and walk wit OG’s |
| Black Cobras under your pillow while you sleep |
| I’m like glaucoma, I’m impossible to see |
| Now I’m locked on you and it’s impossible to leave |
| I crush 'em like dominos wit hollows and watch him holla |
| And spit on you coppers there’s no alliance who could stop us |
| A dog without a collar and my chamber’s open |
| Leave your brains on the ground While you’re reaching' for holsters |
| Fuck the jury and the judge only verdict is blood |
| My appearance is what you muthafuckers mimic in mirrors |
| You’re too scared to come near us duck your head cause you fear us |
| Infra-red while you stare your passenger’s incoherent |
| From all the guns that they’re hearin' my attitude is explosive |
| Handle feuds with explosions I get moved when overdosed with |
| Congac and Molsons never heard a man cry |
| Cause my barrel was choking him, let him die ain’t no hope for him |