Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Doo Wop Freestyle, artist - Non Phixion. Album song The Green CD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.04.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Doo Wop Freestyle |
I got the, double-barreled microphone in my grips |
And let alone chips, fallin down steps and breakin hips |
We on some MC shit, we battle to the death |
Ask KRS, how many suckers he dissed just to get respect |
That’s what it’s all about, fuck the money |
We snatchin thousand dollar chains offa throats, still dressin bummy |
Whether you’re intellectual or a fuckin dummy |
We comin through, ain’t nuttin sweet and ain’t nuttin funny |
My mindframe’s like jumpin backwards out of planes |
Fuck the fame, I’d rather keep a level head within this deadly game |
Twistin the bliss on hot Non Phixion cataclysm |
Shattered your vision like a gat blastin at your children |
I had evil thoughts from ancient pain |
They stabbed me, put a chip in my brain, and told me to pray |
So I don’t think the same |
My body sings of extensions alien |
The mic’s my only weapon |
Walkin the streets with sick Israelians |
Abundant, a one-time Democratic consultant |
Public housin gone and obvious strains of Satan’s comin |
Camou' and leaves, don’t breathe, one in my head |
I took a look around and smelled the defecation in red |
Harry gorilla Hebrew DeLouise stee', runnin in fatso |
Bloody vasco', hard to earn like Donnie Brasco |
You brothers heard me, walkin on eggs like Bruno Kirby |
Shittin on Feds, fine germ me on how they livin with scurvy |
None of you rappers worthy, buried in crooks, I bury books |
Apocalyptic Doo Wop when Non Phixion hit you with jooks |
Doo Wop, tape master, massive attack |
Counteract, set the door, be free to strike the playback |
Non Phixion, five times mad, planet Uranus |
Nameless MC can suck a dick to make him famous |
Truth lies within the eyes of one spirited thought |
Reach seven speeches of the thesis done by Melachi York |
Our crucial day and time, beware the thin ice and short lines |
Plus the trendy who be usin revolution in they rhymes |
Phony bastards! |
Make me fuckin SICK with all that shit! |
If you really for the cause, then meditate through conflict |
And if you not, then you not, FUCK YOU, but keep it true |
And if you are, then you’d help to free Mumia Abu! |