Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tha Realness, artist - Linguistics. Album song The Writes of Passage, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Record label: acropolisRPM
Song language: English
Tha Realness |
Who’s the most vicious emcee spitting sickness over verses with ill techniques |
My skill speaks, like drill seargeants |
I kill squads, is when I spill the hardest |
From here to August I’m an artist, far from modest |
How many times I promise to harvest in your conscience |
Talking shit, constant, 'till you tell me to stop it |
In the cockpit I drop hits from here to Compton |
I’ll spit on your carpet, using the tip of a shotgun |
I’m a monster when I got one, so put up your guard |
Spit, but consider wit' caution when I beg your pardon |
I’ma bug 'till I rock the garden |
My cock is the size of an oxen, there’s no option |
I’ma steal oxygen from the planet, and sniff dust off of granite |
Rocking a jacket, that lets me transmit, pages of a pamplet |
That knocks bandits into plywood, they casket, you bastards |
I’m your area, I’ll bury ya |
Scarin' ya, full of hesteria |
More rabid than a Pitbull-Terrier |
I’ll smoke a bit a dope and float like a herrier |
I’d say get ready but there is no preparing ya |
For the character, against violence |
A giant, not using your right to remain silent |
You want a rap career? |
You can’t have it |
Your not O.J., you need to take another stab at it |
Sad faggot, when I start to rap and add magic |
They gasp at it, like asthmatic crack-addicts |
And laugh at at, fanatic estatic rap-static, dap tragic |
You’ll get caught up like you’re in bad traffic |
Dramatic, traumatic, skillfull syllables |
Unkillable |
Was fed wack rappers through my umbilical |
Still filled with bullshit topics and profit off it |
Pocket a lot of dollars while the followers jock it |
One of the nicest alive and breathing, still in the lead with this |
I’m pleased to leave them bleeding, pleading the fifth |
Nobody spits like this anymore |
I’m from the underground where clowns get torn apart, it’s the art of war |
You want respect you gotta earn it, take it |
Don’t expect to get it with Rolex’s or a Lexus |
I bet your necklace on my life you won’t win on the mic |
By the likes of you faggots it’ll be a tragic sacrifice |
After stabbing you twice you’ll be handing your life over |
I rhyme colder, freezing time with every line |
Use your mind soldier, I keep mine sober |
Goes as a lyrical show, the wit, the instincs of a King Cobra |
I bring closure with no remorse or remission, the flow is gorgeously sickened |
The aura glows in the written’s |
I’m spittin' nothing but illness, skill, and resilience |
I kill 'em with brilliance, you don’t have to feel this, but still |