Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Salute The General, artist - Illa Ghee. Album song Social Graffiti, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Imor
Song language: English
Salute The General |
Illa Ghee |
Skizz |
Brooklyn |
Direct, dialect, dialysis |
Rap like a chemical unbalanced that balances |
The street life challenged by peace between balance |
Their all from the norm, loud between silence |
Nocturnal with the power of knock-outs |
My flow makes you nervous like a cop with a Glock out |
Niggas talk shit 'till its on, then they cop out |
So either get the crack or the band and we rock out |
Animal-like hood, the jungle is in your face |
And since I am a gorilla, this is the rise of the apes |
The sun may rise, but I can rise above space |
I rise like an eagle, my eyes is on snakes |
This thing called rap, I all that |
And whoever push forward, get their brain pushed back |
So if y’all a DJ, homie don’t play me |
You’re watchin my throne like you Kayne or Jay-Z |
I got the illest flow on the planet, goddammit |
Niggas don’t understand it, cause the game’s underhanded |
So, I spit it from the ghetto with a killer beat |
You should pay attention and listen (to who?) |
Illa Ghee |
My grace is what I’m repping and tearing down shows |
My flow is five 9/11's in a row (boom) |
Black Mac-11's in the 9/11 door |
News at 11, I done killed nine fools |
Niggas sip, I’m high now |
Shorty wanna put her pretty lips on my eye now |
I now, flow like the wind in of the Chi-town |
Lowercase B, see the Capitol’s eye now |
See I rhyme like a bomb in the bay, with no limits |
I’m about to do a show in the tank |
Chicks love me, they see the boy flow and they faint |
I catch bodies, the blood is on the wall like paint |
I’m so raw, you never see me wearing the meat though |
Catch the wife whores, I call them ocho cinco |
Sink slow, copycat niggas is Kinko’s |
Illa is a pro, homie click on the link yo |
Ghetto nine’s iller |
Ghee spits pesticides |
give Dre a new Aftermath |
Mathematic, supreme magnetic |
Exercise the rhythm, cause the flow athletic |
Deeper, murder any rapper on the feature |
Smoking out of Wiz Khalifa |
I keep the and high, tolerance is on zero |
Lost, so how I keep winning like I’m Tebow? |
I’m all about green, call me Cee Lo |
Flow is nince kilos |
Stack 'em in chips like it’s Doritos |
The illest |
And I don’t give a fuck what you think |
Cause I’m a street king and I don’t mean the energy drink |
See the drug tough guys copping fiends when they sober |
My beef is like a long time bib, it’s never over |
Move quietly, like a B-M-Dub Motor |
Shooting every bullet at the skinny-jean culture |