Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Inception , by - Jaytech. Release date: 04.10.2015
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Inception , by - Jaytech. Inception |
| The bars show you mad struggle |
| Along with detailed scriptures of my past trouble |
| That’s why they try to keep me quiet with a bad muzzle |
| Can’t take the same leaps and bounds as me |
| When they lack the hustle and the calf muscle |
| Words from a legend speaking from the heart |
| Said, if you going to war, weaponry is a start |
| Do your dirt all by your lonely, let it be in the dark |
| You givin birds bread then let it be in the park, Joey |
| Tip me wrong, mini mall when the semi’s warm |
| Bout my bread, so I spot it if a penny’s gone |
| And I’ll bet, learned that from the nets |
| If you tryna be a Billionaire get rid of any Thorn |
| Cause you’ll get fucked if they shoot you, emptied on |
| It’s just they way of making a mini porn |
| I watch my haters get sick |
| If it’s that hard living in my shadow |
| Get off my silhouette’s dick |
| Tailor made suits, double breast fit |
| Set trip, get your name on the next clip |
| Sometimes before you can add you gotta minus |
| Some of y’all don’t get the math or the science |
| It means I’m aiming for wealth |
| Some say sky’s the limit I say you’re short changing yourself |
| so uh ha, uh ha, y’all aint the same as me, I get bread |
| You lose Jackson’s, Jermaine Dupri |
| BS about Joe, refrain it please |
| You’ll just untame a beast, he just became unleashed |
| All who defend are deceased, so the topic should pass |
| An assembly line would show em I’m not in they class |
| Had some alright jams, them fans came and left |
| And you ain’t know they was one night stands |
| Let em testify, witness’s, hearin is indicative |
| Niggas is sick of it, let it go, and get a grip |
| I think I’m Sug' Ray, Ali |
| Joe Fraiz' who the fuck gon stop me |
| He think he Holyfield, Iron Mike |
| Fo' fifth let em feel what the iron like |
| I think I’m Mayweather, Pacquiao |
| Screamin money ain’t a thing pullin stacks out |
| I think I’m Cotto, Shane Mosley |
| Slow death to anyone who oppose me |
| Sun I’m a always shine, yellow |
| Think I’m about to get up on that? |
| HELL NO |
| Long as shorty keep my tip hard, shell toe |
| Certain I’m a stick to the script, velcro |
| Ringers, fakers, thinker, faders, prosper |
| Without being linked to the majors |
| My only response is the finger to haters |
| Watch it get ugly, Mbenga, Lakers |
| so when they ask how I feel about hip hop |
| I sighed and replied take a lucky guess |
| Just being sincere, I ain’t talking pioneer’s |
| When I tell dudes I don’t think the Dougie’s fresh |
| Used to roll through the trenches, slept on cold benches |
| Holds on my expenses, smoke till I was senseless |
| Now the flow’s so relentless |
| Fuck CD’s it should be sold in syringes |
| I can’t explain it they love the sound |
| Subtle with the pound, you don’t want trouble clown |
| If I’m at the bar ordering a couple rounds |
| I’m in between 2 birds like a double down |
| Where I’m from they cock and shoot |
| Like it’s all logical, send a lot of work to them hospitals |
| Dress the AK up before they pop at you |
| Handgun’s, night scope, call it the Chopper suit |
| So if you tired of all the wack dudes, call me in |
| Rap historian, slash my class’s Valedictorian |
| Your future’s at a stand still |
| Must be a flat on that Delorean |
| I tried tellin them conceded the deals closed |
| They disagree they believe that they real close |
| Tough guys turn talk show like Steve Wilko’s |
| Scream fuck em eat dildos with each pill dose |
| All the rap dudes they got highly regarded |
| Tell me they psyche might be slightly retarded |
| Nowadays before the shows I buy me a cartridge |
| Those them phony ass dudes they like me to start with |
| Peepin how the vets wanna stop me |
| Money where your mouth is Ted DiBiase |
| And he won’t be able to reach for a biscuit |
| With O’s on his head like a B-more fitted |
| Black hoody and black tux |
| Tearin stacks up, with a model and her rack tough |
| Gettin my Extreme Makeover on |
| Knock that bitch down and build her back up |
| Think twice before you act up |
| Around flames, wrong time to be gassed up |
| You never heard blowing smoke from a grass hut |
| 9 times out of 10 it’ll be your last puff |