Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reunited, artist - J-Love. Album song Production Credits, Vol. 5, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: J-LOVE E.N.T
Song language: English
Reunited |
Reunited cuz it feels so good |
Reunited cuz we’re understood |
There’s one perfect thing |
and children this one is it We both we’re so excited cuz |
we’re reunited, hey! |
hey! |
I’m known on the microphone as the rap professor |
Casual dresser, you may dress fresher |
The way that I speak this shit is energetic |
My physique of meat is quick atheletic |
Remove all MC’s who disapprove |
that my funky fresh particle always have the groove |
You’re jealous over me because you’re not a competitor |
You’re just a donor, I’m the rap editor |
Tryin to rock the mic when you get an appetite |
All negative on the mic, I dislike |
Try to rock the mic but only will reduce |
Try to get loose, you juice as a youth |
Not knowin to yourself that you shall be frozen |
I’m the MC warrior, who has been chosen |
to rock and shock beats, polite when I recite |
Sulfur MC’s, you are down right, out right |
Try to be talkative, there’s no alternative |
Hide until I forgive, this motive |
I am unique with the perfected physique |
The objective of my rhyme is my own technique |
I maintain the paradise on this Earth |
with the shut the fuck up style for what this shit is worth |
Watch a nigga catch a purse |
Super-hero niggaz die |
Do my dirt, get away and multiply |
You bitches, ya nice guys |
Always want bitch, because ya need mine |
I pleased on how I get up on the stage and fuck up the show |
Cuz nobody can’t fuck with me! |
You bootleggin buyin motherfuckers, don’t do that with me with all these child-support cases I got, I needs my money! |
Earl for ages, a 100 and down, sacrifice ya baby to the underground |
The best kept secret, how does it feel to be boxin in like a skeleton, growin back ya skin? |
When I was young, I was taught how to produce |
the science of babies gettin loose |
I turned white boys to Springsteen spruce |
Black to spooks, gave the Chinese Bruce |
I can’t help it if my style is foggy, monster boogie |
Get ya high on my patio, all come to see me movie |
Bicthes, you’re walkin on my dirt |
We ain’t sayin nuthin |
I whisper in ya ear, make ya blink cold Pert |
Love potion, plenty bones I put up What?! |
What?! |
What?! |
What?! |
You know what time it is, |
mothefuckers! |
I want to give a big shout out to the Wu-Tang Clan |
We holdin it down. |
YouknowI’msayin? |
I also want to show mad love to Puffy cuz you holdin it down |
Master P, you holdin it down |
KnowI’msayin? |
Dr. Dre, you holdin it down |
Give Snoop my love, E-40 |
MC Eiht, West Coast, word is bond |
This is family, I don’t give a fuck! |
Striaght up. |
It’s Dirt Dog, nigga! |
Y’all niggaz know how the fuck I get down! |
knowI’msayin? |
I’m here to represent this shit! |
KnowImean? |
I love y’all niggaz! |
Motherfucker, my stomach hurts! |
Bitch, I got to go! |
(ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers…) |