Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Propa , by - MC Lyte. Song from the album Seven & Seven (Clean), in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 15.10.2007
Record label: Elektra Entertainment
Song language: English
Propa |
| We comin' down in '98 |
| Set it straight |
| For all those that chose to contemplate |
| We gon' to it 'til the break |
| Rap is hip hop over populated |
| I made it but I’m still underrated |
| I go beep beep like a Motorola beeper |
| Your lines are hard but mines are much deeper |
| Creeper on the midnight stroll |
| Never need parole |
| Totally in control of my destiny |
| Here’s the best of me |
| On vinyl finally for all to see |
| I’m the only one here at the showdown |
| That don’t need a piece for the shit to go down |
| «What up Lyte?» |
| Nigga hell if I know |
| Trying to keep it real with all my little bros |
| Wanting to be a friend, some don’t believe |
| ‘Cause in the past they been deceived |
| But I’m the motherfucker that breeds honesty |
| Tell you like it is and then leave you where you be |
| So from the east to the west the music is propa |
| So do it for me, mama |
| Original rapper |
| Other MCs slide down the gutter |
| Soft like butter |
| Name of the rapper |
| MC Lyte and Beenie Man deya |
| So do it to me, mama |
| Original rapper |
| Other MCs slide down the gutter |
| Soft like butter |
| So listen what my sister say |
| Now you know I gotta keep 2 just like Noah |
| From Brooklyn to the corner of Balboa |
| Get a fresh stock keep ‘em on lock |
| They wanna act like they don’t know the resume |
| Knowing that I leave shit up in disarray |
| Never will I ever have to say «Mother may I» |
| Be this fly until the day I die |
| Now I realize I don’t need alibis cuz I don’t lie |
| I’m way too wise |
| My head he will anoint |
| I’m the focal point |
| Have them all screaming, «Yo, that’s the joint!» |
| As if I didn’t know just how to rock a show |
| I’m the last dragon to attain the glow |
| My plans to be to make history |
| Can’t none of y’all rid hip hop of me |
| I got game for days in this entertainment shit |
| I rap shit, act shit, never that wack shit |
| I’m busting numbers, fuck the crap shit |
| Coast to coast, niggas know I float |
| Red eye flights, hitting licks I wrote |
| ‘Cause my dynasty is ordained, I planned it |
| My reign? |
| Niggas can’t stand it! |
| They in denial while I’m on the prowl |
| More than six fouls blowing like Miles |
| I lay like tiles, crocodile smile |
| For the naysayers who wanna know how |
| My plans to be to make history |
| Can’t none of y’all rid hip hop of me |
| «Lyte who?» |
| Lyte the MC, baby! |
| My life and your life is a familiar |
| Every day they wanna put me in the media |
| But I really got mi steel boat formula |
| And I want to set it off like |
| MC want to take my place |
| Want to, give me space |
| don’t control my first place |
| So I fighting for second and third place |
| But everybody in the place |
| Simma dem wind up |
| the bass, yeah |