Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Closer , 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
Closer |
| In the three on the deegan, we be freakin' |
| Bobbin' and weavin' my peeps sleepin' |
| Steady creepin' dippin' in the jeepin' |
| Dones be peepin', benjis we be keepin' |
| Cheddar we be spending, niggas ain’t cheapin' |
| Hip hoppin' bobbin' with the beat and |
| I’m not concieted just never been defeated |
| Test and get that ass beated |
| The wanna act like I can’t flow phatly |
| When they attack me I got skills to back me |
| Go ahead now simulate that |
| How they forget who originated that |
| Ladies and gentlemen the ruffneck is back |
| More potent than a foul vile of crack |
| I keep you open like a BM hatchback |
| While you keepin' my tape draped up in yo' knapsack |
| You comin' closer and closer, I thought I told you |
| You know that I will toast you |
| You’re not supposed to come closer and closer |
| I thought I told you, you know that I will toast you |
| Don’t come closer |
| Verse 2 (Space Nine) |
| Yo, I write my own, but-uh who’s writin' your rhymes |
| Oh you independent now 'coz you bitin' my lines |
| Listen, two flamin' bitches hide yo' claiming and sixes |
| Shines so bright can’t see us in pictures |
| Leavin' non believers in ditches |
| Those who can acchieve won’t percieve our existance |
| They need verbal assistance, check it |
| All them things you say you got, we now your makin' it up |
| To get a man in a club, you steady shakin' it up |
| See thay played my song twice 'coz they can’t get enough |
| I’d say put yourself in my shoes but they cost too much |
| Space Nine bustin' 16 bars on Lyte’s time |
| We write rhymes, y’all chicks is puppets on mic time |
| While I, chanel stars through pipe lines |
| Illuminate the sky day and night make my presence defined |
| Yo, blue Gucci sale platinum tag taped to my leg |
| Promise no threat, shine on my neck signing my cheques |
| Verse 3 (MC Lyte) |
| You can’t afford to be nasty if you ask me |
| Tryin' to pass me but can’t outlast me |
| Sweet like like nector comin' in your sector |
| Movin' in your direction, takin' over your section |
| Am I bad no question they just a fraction |
| Tryin' to get some action from the section |
| Ain’t that somethin' I got your crew jumpin' and bumpin' |
| While you talkin' nothing |
| I bring it to you with no hesitation |
| 'Coz the top is where I rest but it’s your destination |
| And I know this so I’m puttin' you on notice |
| Don’t you come too close to this |
| I got the gift to forsee the drama like they know me |
| Pullin' up slowly and tryin' to bring out the ol' me |
| But I’m brand spank comin' for your bank |
| Not nigga what you think but what you thought, and now you caught |
| Long as you live and for eternity |
| You’re only bad as Lyte the MC allows you to be |
| Not easy to sabbotage wiser than the average |
| You can jack me now and later you can peep my, catalogue |
| You gotta alphernumeric but you can’t read |
| DKNY frames but you can’t see |
| How I’m blow up like a stick of dynie and burn that hynie baby |
| C’mon I’m beggin' try me |