Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crackin', artist - King Magnetic. Date of issue: 25.10.2018
Song language: English
Crackin' |
| Take it back to strong arms, you wonder why I’m rapping |
| I don’t know either |
| Just figured if we asking we could get a couple captives |
| Book me for some racks and we could put away the ratchets |
| Not for good but in the jackets |
| 'Cause my hood is interactive |
| Need to watch your back |
| If you got old school beef better have that Illmatic (brrrattt) |
| It’s the movie version, I start Uzi Vertin' |
| 'Cause I’m tryna make sense to a stupid person |
| Robbery in and out like the Burger Shack |
| Probably hit your mouth before I murder that either kind of pussy |
| Scheming on these rookies with the nina or the steamer |
| While I’m teaming up and beaming up |
| Seen enough to beat 'em up, even leave the heat untucked |
| My people need to even up, have our kids read to us |
| Never say shit on the phone, fuck entrapment |
| Underground tracks 'cause that’s where the blacks went! |
| We can argue, we can chat |
| We can barter, we can scrap |
| Revolver leave 'em flat |
| Magnetic get it crackin'! |
| East coast to the southside |
| Y’all here without pride |
| Scared to come outside |
| We get it crackin'! |
| We can argue, we can chat |
| We can barter, we can scrap |
| Revolver leave 'em flat |
| Magnetic get it crackin'! |
| East coast to the southside |
| Y’all here without pride |
| Scared to come outside |
| We get it crackin'! |
| Guerilla trained, I’m Kong gorilla frame |
| Unharmed and I’m armed — the gun long as middle names |
| Posted for little change, choker like little chains |
| Hoping to rearrange my loc’ing or be insane |
| I get it crackin', gun charge in Manhattan |
| Assault on both coasts, tell 'em what the fuck happened |
| Important as ya last hit, keep smacking |
| Promoters and producers, any rappers that’s a nuisance |
| Asking for my new shit, where’s my old investment? |
| I ain’t talking drugs, talking 'bout the golden records |
| I ain’t even sold ten thou, they stream triple that |
| And it’s been a while, I cock the nickel back |
| Act stupid, they trap students |
| And call 'em a terrorist black movement |
| And link 'em to mass shootings |
| That’s stupid |
| My gun dumbing out |
| Then we out of town before the sun is out! |
| We can argue, we can chat |
| We can barter, we can scrap |
| Revolver leave 'em flat |
| Magnetic get it crackin'! |
| East coast to the southside |
| Y’all here without pride |
| Scared to come outside |
| We get it crackin'! |
| We can argue, we can chat |
| We can barter, we can scrap |
| Revolver leave 'em flat |
| Magnetic get it crackin'! |
| East coast to the southside |
| Y’all here without pride |
| Scared to come outside |
| We get it crackin'! |