Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Come Up Pt. 1, artist - Jonwayne. Album song Rap Album One, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Stones Throw
Song language: English
The Come Up Pt. 1 |
Just as soon as the sun touch the meadow |
I was born |
Handcuffed to strings of Geppetto |
I was more |
I swore that I would make it out alive |
Until the point |
That I had blood pumping into my eyes |
I’m just a cardiac ghost that wants his body back |
Riding whips like I’m running beside the Pontiac |
Spitting Busta and Dirty Bastard since second grade |
Standing up to the bullies for change |
Like lemonade |
The East Coast held it down for me lyrically |
The West Coast spiritually |
Feeling the rhythm kept me together |
Because my friends are hard to find |
With so many enemies |
My memories were flaking around me |
Like winter leaves |
Got through the struggle with those cataclysmic verses |
Now I’m possessing the words to put my enemies in hearses |
Now they doubletake |
And look away |
And run away |
And I don’t blame 'em |
Before I have another thing to say… |
Runaway |
I remember pulling up in the limousine |
To elementary |
Schoolin' |
All the students, the faculty, the principal |
Mad at me |
As he should be |
Like «how you get the diamonds |
And the jewelry? |
That explains how you mackin' all the cuties» |
Hickies, on her booby |
Left hand on her booty |
Always on duty |
My real life is like a movie |
In and out of meetings in 15 |
With these beats in rhymes |
Dropped out of school at the same damn time |
Making moves like a grown man wish he could |
While you let your time fly by |
I was living good |
Braided up |
Hundred stacks |
Papercuts |
Baby girl ass so fat |
She 'bout to give it up |
It never fails |
Heads or tails |
When I’m sitting on chrome |
She gon' blow |
Oh well |
Outside the hotel |
Check out by 12 |
Mr. DeVille |
Peace out |
We ill! |
I was the never the type to better my life |
Until I learned that i could dice if i was sharp as a knife |
Used to daydream about being a cat |
And chasing the mice |
With my claws out, jaws out |
Had to get the gauze |
I was only 7 |
Dreaming about cutting the bully’s balls out |
Searching for a female companion |
So I could ball out |
Handsome little bastard |
With tantrums decides to call out |
It’s no wonder that my body and psyche |
Had had a fallout |