Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Frontin (7th VEIL), artist - Kool Keith. Album song 7TH VEIL, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.09.2005
Record label: sickbayrecords
Song language: English
Frontin (7th VEIL) |
| Everybody’s leasin, dey frontin |
| Car payments, dey wantin |
| Everybody’s on the phone, dey somethin |
| (So what you sayin, so what you sayin?) |
| You’re not that good on Tech |
| I’ma ask Sway, the Fantastic 4 every day |
| We know the worst rapper |
| If you hear the same records too much, get off the dizzicko |
| You got men that suck the station off |
| A group of men and women that pay for airplay |
| That hit the station off on air day |
| Suck the program director’s nuts |
| The right hand is slippery, relationship to DJ |
| If he’s cautious, he’ll go the other way |
| A West 4th Street connection |
| But payola baby need affection |
| Watch everybody in the music game |
| There’s an undercover lover kissin, ask Lena |
| You got the contract, the label not satisfied |
| Everybody flout, spent 9 million to go gold |
| Ask Benny Medina |
| They flop, he flop, you know they got dropped |
| With an option to sign again |
| You jackasses won’t never sing a rhyme again |
| Frontin on «That's How I’m Livin,» in the mansion |
| Papers on your floor, you break out like Robin |
| You saw the international star, with Miss Givens |
| Straight behind takeout Jamaican posse with mad triggers |
| (So what you sayin, so what you sayin?) |
| (So what you sayin, so what you sayin?) |
| I come with the clique if you slip get clipped |
| Money be flipped, the dope we ship |
| From Beach Street to Dancehall |
| Make the call, play the mall, we buy it all |
| This O.G. |
| don’t respect a suspect |
| You’re low-tech, squash you like insect |
| You sniff blow, I count dough |
| A pimp with lamp to glow or grow |
| Get crunk, you won’t make it to the trunk |
| I’m all you want, your boy’s a punk |
| Popular and Briz, hers and his |
| The kid won’t fiz, the kid’s a whiz |
| Your career’s coma, Tommy Mottola |
| Opiola, can’t help you it’s over |
| You’re dismissed, don’t return, hope you learn |
| H-Bomb, 7th Veil, our turn |
| (So what you sayin, so what you sayin?) |
| He pays for the rotation |
| You pay for the relation |
| Your lyrics weak, the DJ must play |
| The town suffers, the people laugh at your frustration |
| Your vocals need Yugoslavia |
| Your rhyme need a vacation |
| When you rap I flip through the dials |
| 18 million people change the station |
| Since the war, your rap’s been depression |
| It’s causing cities to suffer |
| Kids buy your whack CD, the families feel inflation |
| A recession like you the best and |
| (So what you sayin, so what you sayin?) |
| (So what you sayin, so what you sayin?) |