Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All the Above, artist - Illy. Album song Bring It Back, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.09.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: illy
Song language: English
All the Above |
| Yo, allow me to introduce, allow me to redirect your views |
| Allow me to reconnect the roots, ready shoot |
| Stick and move, flicking ciggies at the suits |
| I got too much soul to be fitting in them boots |
| Could be the love of lifestyle, rhyme or coin |
| But whether I’m here to light, write or buy the joint |
| The fuck you sweating on my final choice |
| Aussie rules baby, fact is, my goals is beside the point |
| You dig? |
| I’m deep, they shovel you shit by the week |
| We speak, we mean something, they sheep, they just bleat |
| The chase and foreverlutionaries link |
| We steady the ship, these motherfuckers look ready to sink |
| And elsewhere, i’ll see that they dealt fair |
| Beat 'em in life, die, meet 'em in hell, and beat 'em as well there |
| Can I get a hell yea (hell yea) |
| Fuck bel air, the fresh prince of m e l’s in here, and |
| I ain’t in it for the fame, I’m in it for the love |
| I ain’t into getting framed, I ain’t into getting cuffed |
| Y’all already know the name, we came get it done |
| This is dope, fresh, fly shit, all the above |
| Ayo it’s obvious |
| There’s plenty of half wits that are more popular |
| But ain’t too many artists that could open up your oculars |
| Yo what it is |
| Went from anonymous to eponymous to bombing shit |
| To this posish where ain’t nobody stopping us |
| All aboard the rocket ship |
| I’m taking y’all to outer space |
| I display astounding grace while haters eating sour grapes |
| This is for my people feeling out of place |
| I’m working on another album mate so grab your calendar and count the days |
| Time’s ticking on simpleton rhyme spitters |
| The wickedest bi-linguist my lyrics worth five figures |
| Some people think that it’s hard to define brilliance |
| But I find the definition reflected in my mirror |
| Don’t mean to brag and boast |
| But we’re ripping the maddest quotes |
| The difference 'tween a panadol and sniffing on a gram of coke |
| Consider this the antidote to the anti-dope |
| Kicking cannon balls at ya cantaloupe now adios yo I’m a ghost |
| I ain’t in it for the fame, I’m in it for the love |
| I ain’t into getting framed, I ain’t into getting cuffed |
| Y’all already know the name, we came get it done |
| This is dope, fresh, fly shit, all the above |
| Up and at 'em, my body nothing but a vessel |
| Use to wonder what would happen |
| Once the dust had come to settle |
| But for now I’ll probably down a couple red bulls |
| Help a brother butter up his mental |
| And rush in another schedule |
| I’m running amongst the madness, rusty has-beens |
| Asking «who's that fucker Tuka? |
| Snatchy, he raps in funny accents» |
| Wants some monkey magic |
| Suck on my banana |
| While I fly on carpets |
| Munging cactus with my pack of mayan shamans |
| Lion hearted, enlighten darknesss, my mind is universal |
| Catch me chatting with tiny martians |
| In hybrid human circles, my life’s a music journal |
| Inspired by buddha sticks and stupid shit |
| I’m kinda quirky, like a stanley kubrick flick |
| (The voice of god) I join the dots |
| Like manuva and tuna fish, who is it? |
| Holler at your boy, get in tune with it |
| Dropped it like it’s nuclear, I’m getting suited up |
| Thundakats and Illy on smash from here to Jupiter |
| I ain’t in it for the fame, I’m in it for the love |
| I ain’t into getting framed, I ain’t into getting cuffed |
| Y’all already know the name, we came get it done |
| This is dope, fresh, fly shit, all the above |