Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Epic, artist - Jon Connor. Date of issue: 28.09.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Epic |
| (Bringing that real shit back put your hands up high, that real shit back |
| Put your hands up high, put em high, put em high, put em high, put |
| Em high) |
| I got the soul of a veteran, anti-medicine the flow is sicker than it’s |
| Ever been it’s evident I kill shit |
| Nigga heres the evidence, better tell them this that shit that make them |
| Question niggas relevance, |
| The doc smacked me on my ass, had a chip on my shoulder ever since |
| I make hits niggas flinch, you will move if you had better assists |
| I’ll since birth and I got better since, I’m a real nigga so this probably |
| Out your element. |
| You the realest when you telling it, I can’t buy the bullshit no more, |
| Everybodys selling it. |
| So I close shop on you hoes, let the hoes flock landed street till I’m |
| Gone put on for the whole block watch, |
| Niggas is gased up, niggas think they hot when it’s just me burning |
| Their ass up |
| Niggas is bitches like their misses with their ass up, getting fucked, |
| More please fill my glass up |
| I give a fuck cuz my mindset is like a fly jet, I’m on my fly shit a pilot |
| Cuz my shit got the hunger of a VIP who hasn’t signed yet |
| And you can feel that, were you been is were you still at, so nigga kill |
| That |
| My shit is red hot, like a red dot, on your temple, respect the young |
| God in the temple |
| Should I continue? |
| Nothing like a good ass wooping… I love it |
| (Bringing that real shit back put your hands up high, that real shit back |
| Put your hands up high, put em high, put em high, put em high, put |
| Em high) |
| When I spit I have them strung out, that’s why I see a lot of long faces |
| Like I’m looking in the mirrors at a fun house, |
| Get it clear, I don’t rap for rappers honestly… you niggas is all ass word |
| Up Esther Baxter. |
| And, yall niggas extra average on your best day, on the regular my |
| Worst kills competitors |
| You sentimental, we in the jungle now the venom in him, the flow is |
| Bananas, that’s just the gorilla in him |
| How you love that, show it to me, I’ll show you love back, but I ain’t |
| Stunting none of you niggas so nigga fuck that, |
| My position, I know you pissed but I grew up without a pot to piss in, |
| So far it’s me that’s the competition. |
| This is debt to living, ain’t the stakes high? |
| While you roll snake eyes I’m |
| Lookin in these snake’s eyes |
| Trying not the bite the apple but Adam I feel you, ass naked hoes in |
| My face I ain’t thinking clear too |
| Industry shady it need to be taken over |
| Trying to give you that raw, you snorting the baking soda, |
| Well the wait is over, it’s like do magic, I’m spitting that blue magic, |
| Abraca-blue faggot |
| And truthfully, if you don’t like it nigga sew me, cuz Nas told me fuck |
| Yall niggas and just do me, ain’t gotta like it but yall going to respect |
| It, |
| Hope you got the message, |
| This is epic. |