Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Epicenter, artist - U-God. Album song Venom, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Epicenter |
| I call this the wild style |
| It’s inherited from Wu Mei |
| The Huang style founder |
| Hahahahaha, what else have you got? |
| Wu-Tang |
| INS your highness |
| Golden Arms |
| The booth with the ground wire |
| Where I control my empire, thugs call me sire |
| To roam my kingdom, you must spit fire |
| Bars of fifty, what the crown requires |
| A few good men stand up, motivated to do shit |
| They know how to file the blueprint |
| You getting this exclusive |
| Stamped and packaged for your personal usage |
| A shot of this is ruthless |
| Inmates salute this, young kids root for this |
| The whole world waits upon a Goldie exclusive |
| I stay secluded and think about the process |
| Stay submerged, similar to Loch Ness |
| Surface when the time is right, or my soldier night |
| Rebel music, Geto Boys in the spotlight |
| Keep everything in hindsight, living the lime life |
| Sharp on a, just keeping my mind right |
| And watch what you say around a chick |
| She spread last through the click like Ebola on the tip |
| Atop of the highest mountain, the epicenter of rap |
| They yell, «Wu forever across the map» |
| No question, your dude is live |
| I line 'em up like the song sell two for five |
| It’s all love, you can hate, you can scrutinize |
| Fuck with me, boy, that’s suicide, foolish pride |
| I spent every form of cash, bagged mad exotic hotties |
| Like I just became a made man, how they mob me |
| Started from the lobby, Rebel get it shaking like the dice hand |
| Flying a rag, no flight plan |
| Overtime with the grind 'cause I’m working late |
| Murder on the first tape, first 48 |
| Hotter than Hell’s Kitchen |
| I lay my head where the shells ripping |
| Mama knew I was a threat so she named me Jason |
| Take your pick, either Bourne, Voorhees, or Statham |
| My flag waving |
| Atop of the highest mountain, the epicenter of rap |
| They yell, «Wu forever» across the map |
| Slick down bread was spread, it’s in the envelope |
| 36 pounds of shit under the microscope |
| They knew my horoscope, they know I’m lactose |
| They know I bust the sheet, slam out the cantaloupe |
| They had the periscope slammed down my tonsils |
| They tried to hit me with some decoyed sponsor |
| I’m in the market every time I spark it |
| I live to with the concrete carpet |
| I was in Rikers when you was in diapers |
| Run the guards from the circle and created a cypher |
| I grew 'em up, we elevated to the tour bus |
| Masculine, adrenaline |
| Running through your veins like dope in a tenement |
| Where I became a resident |
| Hooked up with the God and we became venomous |
| Atop of the highest mountain, the epicenter of rap |
| They yell, «Wu forever» across the map |
| New Bentayga with 50 keys |
| Driving off the road Narco style, they caught me in Belize |
| Fingerprints burned, Asics on |
| Made a u-turn, pulled at the weed spot |
| Glock on me, new rock on me |
| Maybach beige Nikehead |
| Tracksuit got special powers, these guns carry dollars |
| Mutilating chumps by the lumpsum |
| Jump if you want something |
| I be in the front with the pumps company |
| Yeah, yeah, them niggas with fresh kicks |
| Caught up in the mix, stress quick then we dress whips |
| All the hoes give 'em the best tips |
| We floating the best ships, throw your ass over like dead fish |
| Yeah, for real, it’s all hood Bible shit |
| Mike Tysonal, all us on our tribal shit |
| Atop of the highest mountain, the epicenter of rap |
| They yell, «Wu forever» across the map |