Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Too Strong to Change , by - Mars IllRelease date: 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 |