Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Belly of the Beast (feat. Chronixx) , by - Joey Bada$$. Release date: 26.03.2020
Song language: English
Belly of the Beast (feat. Chronixx) |
| Dangerous, dangerous |
| These niggas can’t hang with us hang with us |
| Nigga we dangerous, dangerous |
| My nigga we |
| I swear all my life I been around crips and bloods |
| Crips and slugs, the trigger happiest thugs |
| Claiming the slums, and all the hoods that they from |
| Too much of the some, got it twisted up blinded in a rat race |
| Cash straight, the fake kill jake, the snakes too late |
| My eyes dilate, and I could tell them how he strafe |
| Coming at me sideways, get straighten up |
| Don’t deflate it up gimmie the bucks my cash wrinkling up |
| Looking back in the days, amazed |
| Cause the lab rat done made it out the maze |
| Still feel caged, enraged though |
| Used the underground railroad like a runaway slave |
| Broke off the chains still runway fresh |
| Got you on that mental plane with my project jet |
| I’m two steps above that nimbus cloud |
| My limit is low, when I’m smoking on that loud |
| Focus in the now, when the lotus is around |
| It’s the Brooklyn sound, a pro found, Biggie would be proud about |
| But I don’t need a vet to even shout me out |
| Punchlines pack a Pacquiao they can’t box me out |
| Big up big up, it’s a stick up stick up |
| Niggas hit a nigga quick if he hiccup hiccup |
| Big up big up, it’s a stick up stick up |
| Niggas hit a nigga quick if he hiccup hiccup |
| Tell me what them know bout the Badmon named Jozif |
| Women come around, I look em down like they don’t know shit |
| Word around the town is that they got the match explode it |
| I’m a child of the city |
| Son of the streets |
| And it’s just a pity |
| They not tough like we |
| And things not look pretty |
| When we got to eat |
| Things get much deeper |
| Deeper and deeper |
| And I survive, thank the father |
| Feel like I was raised by Clans One Order |
| Had to keep calm and hold ma corner |
| Cause a stray gun shot if you cross the border |
| Pro Era teach them the pros and cons |
| Of living in a city with a thousand dons |
| A thousand ghetto youths with a thousand guns |
| Cold hearted killers with frozen lungs |
| But praise rastafari we wheel and come again |
| Know I Nyabinghi sit know we the drummer dem |
| Dem ammunition are tougher we power dem |
| Lightning and thunder a devour them |
| Pro Era teach them the pros and cons |
| Original Chronixx and Joe Badmon |
| No King Selassie, we have the golden crown |
| Get ready for the shift we are the chosen ones |