Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cool Runnings, artist - Jonwayne. Album song Cassette on Vinyl, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Stones Throw
Song language: English
Cool Runnings |
Authors signal blank space, claiming Buck Rodgers |
Say the same shit in L.A., and let them duck Dodgers |
Every breath is like I come up from the water submerged in Alphabet soup, |
this loop is a spoon |
I use to take scoops I loot this brain fruitfully |
Bootlegged perusers rap to reign truthfully |
Used to scrabble on late notes |
Now I let my pen ice skate on the back of these bank notes |
Check the dictation over the sound of these navotes |
If a rapper falls off in the jungle there’s no hope |
When there’s nobody heard, you can hear the town die in the back of an alleyway, |
homie, the strong survive |
Rock a chain made of beer-tabs |
Drinking after heavy nights, I’m blinking in the distance on the oncoming |
headlights |
Walk the road or the road walks you |
You ain’t a special motherfucker, put your blimp in a zoo |
I’m saying, tame your big head for the lazy men and laymens |
I don’t deal in terms below mine, so pay attention |
To the justified shine, no mention of mine, kid, cause, I’m just here for the |
pension and prime rib |
I’m self made, DIY to consign me, to half them label wars, you can say I’m a |
wise bitch |
There’s no identity and they like it |
Now I’m having indie knobs say, «That ain’t bad for a white kid…» |
Your horse is too damn high, just like the rent |
Sounds like you need an extra friend to harvard your dent |
I’ll take you down a couple notches like a Thanksgiving dinner |
When I attack, run cooler than Jamaicans in the winter |
Yul Brenner: There’s nothing wrong with I see, it’s about what you see, |
now look in the mirror, and tell me again, what you see |
Junior Bevill: I see- |
Yul: PRIDE! |
Jr: Pride, right |
Yul: POWER! |
Jr: Power! |
And I see- |
Yul: A badass mother |
Jr: Who don’t take no crap off of nobody! |
Yul: AGAIN! |
Jr: I see pride! |
Yul: Can’t hear you! |
Jr: I see POWER! |
I see a bad ass mother, who won’t take no crap off of nobody! |
Yul: ONCE AGAIN! |
Jr: I SEE PRIDE! |
Yul: JUNIOR! |
Jr: I SEE POWER, I SEE A BADASS MOTHER WHO WON’T TAKE CRAP OFF OF NOBODY! |
Ay Coach, I’m hoping a study-day approach i’m holy high on these mountains |
eagle this eye dali pray |
The humans divide and procreate |
Pros chose to decide this guys fate, since i’s about five-eight |
Inhabited mystic, art god, or all ballistic |
I can’t even see myself, and this shit is still narcissistic-KHHHH |
So go source when force is fuck wittable, course-load, accounting for seven |
chakras the intervals box out |
You cock dribbling bubble-fucks, I thunk in, triple-double, tu fumbling yup |
I troublesome sun-king |
He ran away from proud rock in fear of that one thing, scars will get passed, |
gas that stunt with a bum wing |
Bitch, hakuna-matata, cumma hadouken, summa cum laude, the party or some will |
come later, but we get it started |
Cause summer comes once again |
School came when God shot at the fall, I’m scorpion-born |
Love scorn, I claim retarded, and go in |
Hard never home, dearly departed |
Orbiting, ours merkaba god, fuck Harvard |
In suits I look garbage |
I’m sorry, like new artist |
But almost all of you awfuls should of died, when I said so last |
Now heads roll, professional masked killer |
Will is feral, when I go fast til' a boat with no motor |
Adrift in a space lake, lifted in space based, base |
Hastily wasting his grace on mahasabha taste |
And if I moderation to follow a night |
Bidibing, plan of my formidables, style fight |
Dictionary dicks depict the sicker shit than they can ever be and be triumphant |
On top, Ong Bak a nigga trumpet |
Knee-caps and elbows, to skull caps, and pell-hose, on Rodeo, on Melrose, |
aw hell no… |
Red fur impersonating Elmo, but this my world, Lalala, Lalalalalala |
Lalala, LAAAAAUHHHHHHGH- |
No that’s going to fuck it up! |
Tsk, It’s not going, it’s not going to fuck it up! |
It’s not going to fuck it up! |
I swear that’s not what f- |