Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Too Strong to Change, artist - Mars Ill
Date of issue: 01.05.2006
Song language: English
Too Strong to Change |
Push the panic button, pull the plug nickel |
Any rapper laughs about us make a thug giggle |
Take a pick, pretty oenny shine swiftly |
Spit it in a minute until the piggybank’s empty |
Atlanta need a title, let’s call Mark Rifkey |
Underground king like Pimp C |
If I’m wrong, convince me |
I’m considered a first in twenty entries |
High on living life so I don’t need your sense |
Many men popping pills, feeling sickly |
Trying to battle me with a bull pin back committee |
It’s tricky to rock a rhyme, ti’s easy to fall behind |
Starey eyed, slap a hand cock on the dotted line |
It’s not a game, but we all got bits to play |
The Price Is Right for Whose Line Is It Anyway? |
Anyday is your time to shine pal |
Everybody’s waiting to find out, find out |
We see beyond the rain |
We might be gone today |
Can’t be too strong to change |
Can’t be too strong to change |
Wide open, excelerator is pinned down |
Devestate the champ, when I went the decision of ten rounds |
Scratch out, we knock em out in a minute flat |
Inify the pulse with a concentration of killing rap |
Steal your heart and than give it back |
Put some teeth in the love, sew it up with a big DUST gorilla track |
Then Cappadonna got some fire to breathe |
Slow burn desire push up your lighter to see |
Manchild rep a power that is higher than me |
Get right whenever I spit any night of the week |
It’s like freak to the rhythm, hit em right in the teeth |
And bleed all the wisdom till it fights a disease |
I got peace of assistance for the liers and thieves |
Or give Christ the envision that I’m trying to be |
When a strong sense of innocence silents the weak |
And minds of the apostles still die in the streets |
But the spirits gon shine till it’s flying and free |
Till the top of Mount Zion to the highest degree |
I got peace of assistance for the liers and thieves |
Or look at Chirst at the vision that I’m trying to be |
What, yo I take over the land like the four ??? |
Put the hop in the game like Chi-Ali |
Got flies on my face like Somolian kids |
Pop off when I’m ready like I’m doing the bid |
Straight ghetto in the slums where my peoples is |
Turn to Cappadon, never too strong to change, I get it on |
Cut em off at the corner, make me go long |
Turn the beats up like? |
Deja Rashawn? |
Never wack when I enter, my game is tight |
To the iron chmabers of death and you don’t wanna fight |
Diggila, keep darts under the fitter |
Me and my dula Manchild, we like our style |
Came back to the hood, how you like us now? |
Got chicks on the regular, driving them wild |
Changing the game on ya’ll, keep a low profile |
Holla back at the kid, we can take it to trial |
Got God on our side and ya’ll living foul |