Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Cap Rap, artist - Illy. Album song Long Story Short, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.08.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: illy
Song language: English
Black Cap Rap |
*gunshot* |
«Now let me tell you— |
What it’s all about» |
«Baby, you better work it out» |
«Now let me tell you— |
What it’s all about» |
«Nah, y’all hear me» |
Yeah |
Step in the gridlock blastin' Aussie hip-hop |
I’d rather listen to Hilltop’s than Kid Rock |
Watch Chris Pop? |
I’d rather sit on my arse |
Swiggin' a Draught in Windsor Park laughin' at Tin Dog |
Ain’t ill, next to who? |
I’m yet to met the dude |
They go an extra mile, I go an extra few |
Since in utero the flow super soak |
Pistol Pete meet Bazooka Joe, I’m Rufio |
To the pack, locked in a lab, my studio tan |
Got my face white as Kabuki’s with a nose full of brat |
Heard the meek inherit the Earth, but for what it’s worth |
I’ma strong-arm this shit till I’m six foot in dirt |
With raised middle fingers, big game winners |
Burn City born, bred, goin' nowhere in a |
Hurry motherfucker, Illy Al Murray motherfucker |
Obese, Crooked Eye in this bitch, like what |
Black cap, hoodie on my back |
Obese on the track, we got it like that |
And I’m ready for war, my words are my weaponry |
Step to me («hear me») |
Black cap, hoodie on my back |
Obese on the track, we got it like that |
And I’m ready for war, my words are my weaponry |
Step to me |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
You’re cold chillin', we’re cryogenically frozen |
Waitin' till your motherfuckin' mind’s ready to open |
Pegz and Illy, the biochemistry’s woven |
Hypothetically killin' the rhymes of any opponent |
You know I worked from the bottom up |
And turned my life round from the start I got |
From emergin' to Burn philosopher |
With verses strong enough for virgin polymer |
I dropped science in theology class |
Like, «How long will the motherfuckin' novelty last |
Before knowledge is born, autonomy scars?» |
The new jack give 'em polygraphs, wobbly arms |
Comin' off like another self-righteous zealot |
Never worked a day, singin' «fight the power» |
Gettin' paid in records to paid by the hour |
Now I write the cheques to sign the talent, come on! |
Black cap, hoodie on my back |
Obese on the track, we got it like that |
And I’m ready for war, my words are my weaponry |
Step to me («hear me») |
Black cap, hoodie on my back |
Obese on the track, we got it like that |
And I’m ready for war, my words are my weaponry |
Step to me |
«What's goin'-what's goin' |
What’s goin' down around town, what?» |
«hear me» |
«What's goin' down around town, what?» |
«What?-what?-what?-what?-what?» |
Black cap, hoodie on my back |
Obese on the track, we got it like that |
And I’m ready for war, my words are my weaponry |
Step to me («hear me») |
Black cap, hoodie on my back |
Obese on the track, we got it like that |
And I’m ready for war, my words are my weaponry |
Step to me |