Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Me & AG, artist - Masta Ace. Album song The Falling Season, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.05.2016
Record label: HHV
Song language: English
Me & AG |
I’m smart as a whip, y’all slaves to the rhythm |
Colorful bright flows, sun rays in the prism |
Like a hundred days in the prison, I’m acclimated |
I’m in the building, y’all dudes get evacuated |
Mind grows while your campaign slows |
And champagne flows are extra dry, I’m saturated |
I go deep and I ain’t talking about scuba diving |
Listen here, get a career in Uber driving |
You’re nothing more than a sidekick, you’re Super Robin |
Selling verses mad cheap, you’re two for fiving |
Me and A’s like merging traffic |
We come together and do this for nerds and black kids |
And they know the words of classic |
But y’all won’t give it up like virgin tactics |
So we stay grinding like teenage boys |
On teenage girls, listen up, we make noise |
Loud like the ball dropping in Times Square |
Stopping all that mall hopping, these rhymes here |
You can get on Black Friday, no bait and switch |
I’m aiming for your head like a blatant pitch |
And you don’t wanna rush the mound |
KIC Beats on the beat, can’t touch the sound |
Me and AG are endangered species |
And y’all cats flows is feces, fuck outta here |
Me and Ace is like Run and Darryl Mac |
On stage my Adidas and we back to back |
All these culture vultures |
Shit is pure fiction maybe Quentin or Travolta know ya |
Acting like you’re gangster maybe Coppola know ya |
Francis Ford in Nova Scotia |
I’m a giant and a beast, dot org, dot net |
Think it’s time we leave? |
Not yet |
I’m like Oooh, no boss, no rules, no school |
Fly like the first pro tools |
Don Cornelius on the 6 Line to Pelham Bay |
Rested on the seventh day, tell em hey |
6th Grade, in love with the beats |
Got to junior high, Kurtis Blow on repeat |
Dropped outta high school, nigga had to eat |
Never went to college, graduated from the streets |
Once you hear the capital A, rap it’ll stay |
With you for a while, won’t go away |
So I hit em with the heat, watch em spin like clothes driers |
Holy water, leave holes in your ghost writers |
Love at first sight is how I carry it |
I’m so underground, my Queen named Harriet |
New York shit, clones ain’t permitted |
Credit if you wrote it but respected if you live it |
I shine like the moon during prohibition |
I’m so efficient, eMC is the coalition |
A lot of lames is running up in the game |
Cause the sign at the door has changed |
It reads 'no admission' |
There’s no pride in the free riding I know it’s missing |
I get on tracks, shit on cats and the flow is pissing |
Straight urination on these kids' dreams |
I’m Robert Kelly on a 16, extreme |
The big thing between you and yours truly |
I’m on the block, my system knocking, a Ford Dually |
You in the park with a pedal bike with a transistor |
Lazy don, your baby mom’s is your man’s sister |
A bad twister we touch down and destroy your town |
Me and AG, yeah we tore it down |
These boys cold, wait, no, we more than freezing |
That’s the reason y’all tuned in, it’s the Falling Season |