Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Hook (Clean)[Clean], artist - Majik MostAlbum song Evaporate, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.02.1997
Record label: Demigodz Enterprises
Song language: English
The Hook (Clean)[Clean] |
All the dough I’m raking in is more than Bill Gates is taking in |
Laying in a bed gettin' head from Jenna Jameson |
Strangle Hell’s Angels and jack their Harley Davidson |
Ap spits raps on wax they can’t wait to spin |
The way I freestyle you’d think that I hate the pen |
Never follow the traits and trends for papes to spend |
I only fuck dates that I rate 10 |
While bitches you stick pose for camera’s and break the lense |
For all you gay fucks this shits a wake-up |
Show you that I bust like D titties in A cups |
When I attack you fucks and slap you up |
Even your imaginary friends wont back you up |
(Verse 2: Majik Most) |
Ayo I’m coming off hotter than condoms on a human torch |
Pushing off on your girl with torque |
applying pressure, cause see no one’s fresher |
watch your little sister put my picture on her dresser |
It’s Majik Most, expect nothin lesser |
So now you wanna battle when you see me at the party |
bring your own chalk to outline your body |
I come off (?) performing exorcisms |
extract your ghost writer and laugh at your writtens |
You fake-ass player why you flash money for? |
I’ll entertain your whore with a Commidore 64 |
And still get her on all fours begging for more |
(Hook — 2X) |
This is the hook, it’s repeated 2 times |
and usually the end of each line rhymes |
we couldn’t think of anything better than this |
it’s just 6 MC’s who all got something to spit |
(Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz) |
I ain’t the cat to lounge on, I get my pound on with a brick fist |
Do my thing when I spit I’m found on |
Any stage with a list and sick beats dope enough |
I come in those events with can openers |
for real I’m making deals with Celph when we speakin' |
while your getting bones only time we have a hot meetin' |
Get slapped! |
Fuck props, I snuff cops |
Leave you out the picture like midget mug shots |
And fuck you computer hoes who just found flows |
I churn you out an airplane, call it my download |
And thinkin' your nice can paralyze you |
Kill yourself! |
If I was wack, that’s what i’d do |
(Verse 4: Celph Titled) |
You can find me at the crib prolly fuckin a hoe |
On a daily basis I make a buck plus a O |
All it takes is a microphone for me to let my flow loose |
hit the avenue and bag bitches like they was produce |
I politic but like to extort nigga’s most of all |
Cause I be bringing more suspence than Steven King in overalls |
Celph Titled, you know the name right |
New York City famous, see my face in spotlights |
I don’t even like rap, I just like to talk shit |
And I’m quick to pull the heat out when the block get thick |
All you science-fiction nigga’s that’s trying to get your tape out |
I’ll ship your bodyparts accross the globe, leave you spaced out |
(Hook — 2X) |
(Verse 5: Louis Logic) |
Y’all dont wanna reap with Dutchmassive |
You claim you battle MC’s when you just (?) you get smacked like sluts asses |
when you cut classes during final exams, bunch of ingrates |
pussy rappers whose menstrate styles finally cramped |
You better call the EMS to stop your PMS |
a prefect summers even less, you wish to never be as fresh |
to see me in the flesh like morrison (?) go-go |
pissin on promo tapes and shittin' on photo’s |
this is a no-no, keep wishin' your so dope |
I’m switchin' my logo to me grabbin your neck with both fists in a chokehold |
A lot of dick-riders try to lick my nuts |
the funny thing is y’all dummy’s think that this is a low blow |
(Verse 6: Dutchmassive) |
And motherfuckers keep askin' when my album is droppin |
It’s not homie, that shit’ll play in my walkmen |
Y’all ain’t worthy for the sounds that I produce for ya |
Yo I told you cats Evaporate, the bullets went through ya |
I assume always shit talking and analyzing rhymes |
I got a smart mouth, I used to beatbox for Einstine |
Line after line my mind has more storage space |
I’m massive, you just some kid with a deformed face |
fuckin waste, yo Dutch you dead wrong |
These chickenheads are stupid can’t understand my songs |
I speak the slang of the modern-day caveman |
throw your crew out, chop their head off a (?) |
My flames been on, tell me I ain’t live |
I’ll strap a bomb on my chest… and stage dive |
I thrive off keepin' your sister’s breat in my palm |
And I got pictures of her on MajikMost.com |
(Hook — 2X) |