Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hip Hop, artist - Jigmastas.
Date of issue: 13.09.2015
Song language: English
Hip Hop |
For real hip hop niggas. |
J.I.G. |
Mastas. |
For days on I hear the same song sayin' nothin new |
I’m in the cunt gettin' my blaze on tryin' to stay to I face you |
We at the next level you tryin' to find that each and every day |
It’s gettin hard for you to grasp my speech |
The class I teach |
Make you cram to understand lyrics so dope |
They oughta cut me up in grams touchin' my hand |
Before me and my man rushes to jam, crushing y’clan |
No time for you to execute your plan next to shoot a man |
Or so you say forget the drama causin' rap |
You still got news to pay bitches and |
Around the way in army fatigues |
The way you mislead the public |
Frontin' like you rough and rugged, hold up |
I ask myself, 'is that mad nice?' |
I like the way he grip the mic device, is he worth the price? |
Most times I can’t see his skills, it’s microscopic |
Y’all niggas ain’t makin music son, ya need to stop it |
The J.I.G.'s be droppin' real |
Let you know that we only flow to real |
It’s the norm that we perform rugged |
G-thumpin, party jumpin' |
I see treasures, beyond the material |
Cause the luxuries don’t measure up to me |
Maybe enough to me |
The way I feel this salvation truly divine |
When I intertwine like vine |
My lyrics to these basslines |
Know that, I quest to live big willy |
Fuck the phillies, roll up the fonta |
And vocally I haunt ya, Kriminul I stick you up |
For your mental in a minute while I’m in it |
Fill it with lyrics, till it reach the limit |
No gimmicks, causes wrath, man it’s real and I feel |
I’m like Medusa, take one look at me and niggas stand still |
The blast still switches be all out for riches and bitches and flies |
Witches on broomsticks whenever my toolkits |
Consume kid, all walks of life, talks of trife |
schemes, we’ll put you in the land of permanent dreams |
The J.I.G.'s be droppin' real |
Let you know that we only flow to real |
It’s the norm that we perform rugged |
G-thumpin, party jumpin' |
I do this for niggas true to this |
Before haters would use their fists, fuck the foolishness |
With blasts that expand just like a uterus |
Your hollow team’ll get yolked up like Halloween |
J.I.G's drop tombs on tracks to make the other seem mediocre |
Misrepresent the culture? |
Never |
Sever the heads of competition, sport it like a treasure |
Y’all better recognize like familiar family members |
What’s that? |
You’se frontin hard but in your heart you know you tender |
Slender, the chance of you slidin' by fakin' jacks |
East, west, north south son, no matter where you at |
Here to strap, it’s bound to rock knots like Bon Jovi |
Beyond keepin' it real, so motherfuck the foley |
Run up on me, get hit with rhymes deep like grave diggers |
In rap, we like the EMS: We come and save niggas |
The J.I.G.'s be droppin' real |
Let you know that we only flow to real |
It’s the norm that we perform rugged |
G-thumpin, party jumpin' |