Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Represent/Motown, artist - Lawless Element
Date of issue: 19.09.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Represent/Motown |
Motown, Motown, that’s where we be |
Stand up, get live for the D |
It’s Big Tone, Phat Kat, LE |
Kill 'em with the rhymes and with the beats |
Motown, Motown, that’s where we be |
Stand up, get live for the D |
It’s Big Tone, Phat Kat, LE |
Kill 'em with the rhymes and with the beats |
I’m from a place where the agents send |
It’s a age of sin, no matter what grade ya in |
Not the muscle, it’s the hustle that’s made within |
Dyke ten’s, Bangor rims persuade the grin |
Hustle up in the PJ’s, no time for relay races |
Gettin' big money, that’s how we change faces |
Never been ill with a pill like Mike |
And sound ill on the mic, matter fact, yo, I’m realer than life |
Gee and crate niggas still on the mic |
Break niggas who be feelin' they hype, aight? |
Clown ass niggas makin' my profession a joke |
I drown ass niggas up to they throats, choke on a quote |
Talk six to the God is blasphemy, they ask from me |
The lesson that blow, the answer to the question is «No» |
While ma' fuckas keep testin' the flow |
LE be in the D, we blessin' a show |
Motown, Motown, that’s where we be |
Stand up, get live for the D |
It’s Big Tone, Phat Kat, LE |
Kill 'em with the rhymes and with the beats |
Motown, Motown, that’s where we be |
Stand up, get live for the D |
It’s Big Tone, Phat Kat, LE |
Kill 'em with the rhymes and with the beats |
Yo, we don’t lean up at the bar, niggas, malt liquors |
Spillin' off in a cup, Grenadine Corona from a small pitcher |
Pertinent Rip Hamilton jersey half tucked |
Jake’s Porter house thick, tossin' 'round hits |
In the city of Boom, hit my city with tunes |
That instantly bloom buds before a industry move |
We bust, anything move, leave it right where we seen it |
Leanin', rap shit, D shit reachin' ya region |
Air One’s crispy enough to squeak on the cement |
Hood rich, sharper than the crease on my jeans is |
Savage beast to a beat, one son of a mean bitch |
Genetic make-up in trade of a Lizzy street kid |
I watch destiny, from the shot to the ebony |
Waitin' in the wings, patient with a dream |
Poppin' out a collar, them sleeves bust, wavin' at my bean |
With them characteristics right there in the Mitten |
Motown, Motown, that’s where we be |
Stand up, get live for the D |
It’s Big Tone, Phat Kat, LE |
Kill 'em with the rhymes and with the beats |
Motown, Motown, that’s where we be |
Stand up, get live for the D |
It’s Big Tone, Phat Kat, LE |
Kill 'em with the rhymes and with the beats |
Ugh, the stripes I got from the game will fill up both of my sleeves |
I sit yo ass down for good like Christopher Reeves |
Situations like this, better to give than recieve |
Four wolves 'll bite that ass, homes, so please believe |
Eat you down to the bone and bring some back to me |
Around the cassy, some be better than the last nigga |
Put down them guns and bet I’ll whip yo ass, nigga |
Don’t get it twisted, I’m just provin' a point |
With the raps gloryfiyin', doin' time in the joint |
In the land with ya man got yo ass locked up |
While yo woman in the free world with her ass knocked up |
Where Blacks with crazy years fuck cocaine rocked up |
Turn on the TV, all you see is people slain, chopped up |
We in Iraq fightin' for oil, still price shot up |
And around election time, watch Bin Laden pop up, yeah, yeah |
Motown, Motown, that’s where we be |
Stand up, get live for the D |
It’s Big Tone, Phat Kat, LE |
Kill 'em with the rhymes and with the beats |
Motown, Motown, that’s where we be |
Stand up, get live for the D |
It’s Big Tone, Phat Kat, LE |
Kill 'em with the rhymes and with the beats |