Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Come Lets Rally, artist - Shif ManAlbum song Blue Battlefield, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.04.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Family Tree
Song language: English
Come Lets Rally |
Jump in the booth, spit something exciting |
Bounce that, run radio on a hype ting |
Dem man are still on some funky hype |
Us man, we are the sluming type |
Can’t get one up on us on a hype ting |
Us man stayed around tools that will smash up your car |
Or your mumzy’s car on a spaz ting |
No hype ting |
I’m down to ride out till I’m all deadout |
Old boss |
Slap something hot on your head |
Spit dirt till I’m gone, hit dirt till I’m dead |
Cause I do this ting, please don’t think I won’t |
Gloves on, thump one and slump one |
(Shif) Dun told 'em already, fam, that I cause damage |
I’ll leave Matt slumped in his own passage |
Come to his yard and I’ll let him have it |
Don’t ever think I won’t, think I won’t bang it |
Come like a sun, bare skin, I’ll tan it |
Things get nuts when I start for the 'matic |
Mek a man do 2 2 acrobatic |
Roll with a pump like say I’m asthmatic |
When I pump the pump |
Dun know, fam, arsey’s what I’m like |
If I let it off, fam, then you’re gonna see lights |
Beef with me? |
Best know it’s on sight |
When I’m holding a match, best know I ain’t hype |
(Clap) I’ll clap your headtop in the sky |
Tings get nuts when the ting’s on my side |
(TK) Fuck the malarkey |
The beat is shit if it ain’t Faze Miyake |
Tune is shit if it does not star me |
Merky, Shif, Ego or MI |
You know I’m barmy |
Couple man deep don’t think you can par me |
Got something mad that will make your darg eat |
All real talk, now, why would I L-I |
E’s what I sold when I went couple parties |
Most time to Dean and some time to Charlie |
Couple new Gs in the cut with the semi |
So man just best watch the cartis |
Cause you can catch three in a row like Sharky |
I’m slumping your jewels while you grind with a Barbie |
(Merky) Come, let’s rally |
Man get slumped and left in the corner |
Take away life like a Chinese order |
Holes in a man like recorder |
Holes in a man like flute |
Smash the window, drag man out the coupe |
I’ll be aiming at heads, fuck aiming at shoes |
Leave you holding your neck while your blood does ooze |
Hungry, starving, but I’ve got food |
Grinding, grinding, that’s what I do |
But no slow winding with gash that’s loose |
If I ain’t shotting or shooting |
Then Merky ACE is probably in suits |
Don’t think that I need help with my English |
When I say that I’m in the bestest crew |