Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shining, artist - LawsDate of issue: 11.07.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shining |
| I’m shining man, I got a lot of flavor |
| I got a lot of fans, I got a lot of haters |
| Don’t got a lot of time, don’t wanna be a player |
| 'Cause this game so cold and you know I’m shining man |
| I got a lot of flavor, I got a lot of fans |
| I got a lot of haters, don’t got a lot of time |
| Don’t wanna be a player 'cause this game so cold |
| That local only crowd acting like they know me now |
| I’ve already passed that stage, welcome to the bonus round |
| See, I’m just stacking up them points for my high score |
| These rhyming dinosaurs riding 'round in eyesores |
| But I soar become what you hear 'cause you don’t even need 'em out |
| Now watch me weed 'em out, I got my garden sheers, I got my hands dirty |
| Yes I’m the hardest here now bring out the band for me |
| I’m about to rock out like it’s '99, labels wanna sign me, fine |
| Swagger drey and mighty eye, watch me redefine the grind |
| Simply went in search for the best production that I could find |
| Spibble this ticket, most disgusting lyrics I have designed |
| Teaching 'em how to fear, look around like now we here |
| Beat the beat like house of fear, reach my peak like mountain ears |
| First your eyes, now your ears, now your wallet, then your soul |
| Telling friends ain’t optional, new version of rock and roll |
| Back when I was Indy, I just wanted to be major |
| I bet when I am major, I will want to become bigger |
| Haters gonna treat me like the one that got away |
| I just want my microphone to be famous as vinyl shades |
| 'Cause when I get to rapping, I’m like Dr. Manhattan |
| I make a world outta dust kinda like an attic |
| I make something from nothing but I’m still cumbersome |
| 'Cause in the perfect world, M.L.P would be number one |
| I let the drummer drum, I let the lead play, I let the beat breath |
| I’m feeling me today, I let 9th talk, bottom of the 9th walk |
| No fathers to my style, this came up off the sidewalk |
| Like I pop a wheelie, even your mama feel me |
| Dirty as Acchianeli, living like Machiavelli |
| Apparently I’m dead but nobody stopped to tell me |
| So I’m a keep on living it up 'cause… |
| I’m shining, I’m glistening |
| I’ve been dropping jewels since metaphors was the in-thing |
| And even when it went out, I still pulled my pen out |
| And hit the open mics until the club to told me to get out |
| I was dues paying, now I’m Bobby Vujaying |
| All these rappers fake here, they tupeeing |
| And we wonder why pause is the new saying |
| 'Cause these brothers funnier than two Wayans |
| I ain’t about jokes, I’m stone-faced |
| I’m doing 90 on a backstreet with no brakes |
| You eating up my time, I’m throwing peace in your face |
| If you a business man, be brief with your case |
| I’m five seconds from fame, a minute from legendary |
| An hour from making my life sweeter than Ben and Jerry’s |
| I’m 'bout to live forever like the flame song |
| People used to say my name wrong, now |