Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Musical Stampede, artist - Looptroop Rockers. Album song The Struggle Continues, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.10.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: David vs Goliath
Song language: English
Musical Stampede |
Yes, yes |
Looptroop, Wax Cabinet |
Shit is so hot right now |
I’m in the mic booth in nothing but my boxers |
Just a little information for the ladies |
On how we do it up in this, check it |
Whatever I do over this beat is a hit 'cause it’s hot |
However I sound, better believe that it’s hip to the hop |
However you feel all my peeps, just lick off a shot |
Whatever you do Embee, make sure the shit don’t stop |
Yah, it’s murder on the dance floor, call the paramedics |
Right now, or you won’t live to regret it |
Outline the whole crowd in chalk when I spit talk |
Slidin' through all the blood like a crip walk |
Yeah, a lame ass metaphor |
But say it better or shut the fuck up, 'cause |
Like my man said «It's all about who kicks the lamest shit |
And gets away with it, fool» |
In this rap I’m all about havin' some fun with it |
And burn till there’s no return like capital punishment |
Promoe, on your FM dial |
With Looptroop, mother effin' styles |
From Sweden, bleedin' all over the cut |
Female MC: s, I spread semen all over your butt |
Male MC: s I knock out screaming' over you «What? |
You must be dreamin', thinkin' you can fuck |
With the Promoe» (Who?) Ahead of all heads |
The Promoe, a dread among bald heads |
With more hair and beard than you bargained for |
Don’t f around 'cause my squad is raw |
It’s Looptroop, the click is full proof |
It’s Looptroop, too thick to shoot through |
Bullets bouncin' off the boulevard to the beat |
With my heart to the street man I’m hard to defeat |
Without Embee you ain’t fuckin' with me |
Without 10 G’s you ain’t fuckin' with him |
Without him, no hits, you ain’t makin' a fuckin' cent |
So fuckin' with us don’t make no motherfuckin' sense, motherfucker |
And the shit don’t stop |
However it sound, better believe that it’s hip to the hop |
Whatever I say over the beat is a hit 'cause it’s hot |
However you feel all my peeps, just lick off a shot |
This goes out to all of those who been oppressed for too long |
And don’t know where they belong, yo |
This goes out to all my people who had enough |
Of the chains and handcuffs, again |
This goes out to all of those who been oppressed for too long |
And don’t know where they belong, yo |
This goes out to all my people who had enough |
Of the chains and handcuffs |
All right, we’re smaller than you, but we’re more than you |
So we move faster, eat you whole before you shoot, yo |
No time to gaze, bun them evil acts they do |
They know my face, so run before they catch you too |
You don’t want that, trust me, I’ve been to hell and back |
But if you get caught, remember to tell them that |
This music don’t back for nobody, retreat for nothin' |
'Cause it’s the pulse of all the people strugglin' |
The lifeline for the hopeless, the eyes of the blind |
The underworld communication of our time |
So rise and shine, they can’t eliminate the messages |
Even if they kill us, can’t get us 'cause |
The music’s too hot |
However you feel all my peeps, just lick off a shot |
Embee did it again, haters no like |
But they gotta bounce to it 'cause the show’s so tight |
Turn up the volume 'til the beat make the vinyl skip |
No funny binniz, I repeat, we ain’t signing shit |
Schlooks stay young and angry, horny, hungry, drunk and high |
Sex junkies now |
But I don’t want no medicine, want you to let me in |
Mamita call him, tell him that you found a better friend |
Your moms recommend you stay away from them |
But I don’t blame you for kickin' it with the champion |
From the dragons den, Vaxkabinetten |
Spit fire at your management and tyin' up your president |
I represent DVSG’s, cop any previous release |
And recognize game, we feeding the streets |
That musical stampede, (come on), follow my lead |
Put your fist up in the air, let 'em know who we be |
Whatever we say over the beat is a hit 'cause it’s hot |
However it sound, better believe that it’s hip to the hop |
However you feel all my peeps, just lick off a shot |
Whatever you do Embee, make sure the shit don’t stop |