Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Say That, artist - Latyrx. Date of issue: 23.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mobile Home
Song language: English
Say That |
| One way — a mircophone works |
| Checkin’suckas on the usage of vocal tones |
| While the breaks be bangin' |
| Cold shakin’ya homes |
| Vibrations reverberatin give identification |
| In meter Neter like Metu |
| Leavin’Holes in your speakers |
| Scold a brotha like Lateef — oh, that’s a no can do The Black and Puerto Rican lyric deacon speaking the truth |
| I’ll make ya giggle like a tickle or a nipple tweaker |
| I freak a style from here to Mogadishu — here to Mozambique-a |
| >From here to Mount Zion I’m hard to reach when at my peak |
| Of shinin’flowin’like a creek lava spicy like paprika |
| That’s neither here nor there |
| Fully chargin’up the air — heavy sounds gettign thicker like the atmosphere? |
| Ya gotta get up no it cuz we got watcha want — the |
| Beats be fat like the factory Wanka |
| Suckas keep bitin’like a gang of piranhas |
| Ya betta come with it if your thinkin’is stronger |
| The mindset couldn’t be any wronger |
| We roll deep swoll like the island of Tonga |
| Don’t even really need to rock the mic any longer |
| So I stop! |
| Pass the mic like I pass on the porkchops |
| And it don’t quit |
| I say that to say this |
| You can’t oppose this |
| I say that to say this |
| Cuz if the clothes fit |
| I say that to say this |
| You’re a hostess |
| I say that to say this |
| You’re so sensitive |
| All I said was simple sentences |
| Premises was left as if the messages were venomous |
| They are though |
| Guess it’s just my penmanshipt and how it moves |
| Your torso |
| Suckas steer clear of me like feminists |
| Do carshows |
| There’s a little punchline for those of you |
| Who love rhymes with those in 'em |
| Hear it one time then you’re finished with 'em |
| Give you that nasty, tangy feeling |
| Check it out |
| Free rhymes for griots in Fiats and Klingons |
| And wee tots with crayons and Koreans |
| In Reeboks in kiosks at flea marts and peons |
| That be on some feline shit |
| Y’all like the FBI on some espionage |
| Asking questions but my head’s beyond that |
| Be openly honest |
| Y’all write ya’ll own rhymes? |
| Oh I doubt it |
| I’s dotted |
| T’s crossed |
| Tell you what |
| I make a song |
| You take it home, you think about it Promise me with every opportunity you’ll use the all illuminating eye |
| Beyond the obvious buffoonery |
| Defy the allegations and the rumory |
| Be out the labyrinth the average imp’s enamored with |
| And you don’t stop |
| I say that to say this |
| Cause with a closed fist |
| I say that to say this |
| Youc an’t oppose this |
| I say that to say this |
| You’re just bullshit |