Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rock Shit, artist - Hush. Album song Bulletproof, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |