Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Happy Belated , by - J-Live. Song from the album All Of The Above (Clean), in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 01.04.2002
Record label: Triple Threat
Song language: English
Happy Belated |
| Unforceable, invincible, atypical, enter this ventricle |
| Wide open like a child’s pleasure principle |
| My principalities remain unrinseable |
| Brain unwashable, dry clean only |
| So fresh so deep, never lonely |
| So genuine, my copies ain’t phony |
| So recognize and give me what you owe me |
| Your attention and long-term memory |
| Whether in solitude or assembly |
| I make (fraggles?) go BOW! |
| Never wimbly |
| I got my enemies shook like there was ten of me |
| Happy belated one of these days |
| I survive everywhere (the people wanna be paid) |
| So many ways, you must be crazed if you think that you can stop it |
| Think I don’t command props |
| You gotta redefine what props is |
| Well, it stands for proper, you can start there |
| Proper respect and my product you handle with proper care |
| Even though it stand the test of time |
| With the wear and tear |
| To make the grandstand, the new look threadbare |
| Still the fact remains |
| Those that want to test my threshold for pain |
| Better be well-trained or they won’t last to the refrain |
| Aim lyrics (BLAOW!) Two to your brain |
| I double-tap you where the source of the trouble at |
| I’m sure you had to double that |
| To show y’all the serious, furious |
| I bring the cat back to life from bein' curious |
| And scratchin' beneath the surface to a J-Live rhyme |
| The shit that make payola-playas nervous at your service |
| One of these days, even they may play the real shit, yeah |
| Even primetime need a little true school rhyme time |
| So let the sun shine on every square mile of style |
| And one of these days our rappers won’t be so foul |
| As the bullshit they wade through |
| Livin' in denial like the shit that we say don’t shake up |
| Or mold the youth, if you want to teach them the fine truth |
| Or let them think they bullet-proof |
| One of these days (BLAOW!) Right in the ass kisser |
| And don’t forget your get-over scheme |
| Here, take it with ya, I see through like a cipher |
| That’s why ya got — threw you out my cypher |
| I’m through tryin' to decipher the double-talk |
| Double that too, so the biters’ll get it right |
| And the writers will get excited |
| But see man, your bitch ass will never get invited |
| To a caliber, an echelon like this |
| Until something better was created |
| Then I say «Happy Belated» |