Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pendulum, artist - Mickey Factz. Album song Y-3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.10.2015
Record label: W.A.R. Media
Song language: English
Pendulum |
This for my niggas that don’t wait on shit! |
Clark Kent, I hit the booth and throw the cape on quick |
Y-3, fire kicks that’s a Fei Long hit |
Of Napalm, fuck the pen that’s in they palm gripped |
What we make up’s out the box, like a Avon kit |
Wait on |
As a kid, I felt Biggie rhymes |
Met Diddy then, kept witty lines |
So if I ain’t the one, I’m close to it like 12:59 |
So wait a minute and gimmie time |
Yeah I see you in the city with a pretty dime |
Face cute, ass fat, titties fine |
But I know boys in the hood that gave shorty more back shots than Ricky’s spine |
Crazy as Singleton, had 4 Brothers in her thighs |
Mickey’s mind is Warhol’s and Porsche doors |
Foreign broads on all fours, like dog paws |
Hardcore, my cock sharper than long swords |
Box em and fold up strong jaws like cardboard |
Concords when I’m tired of the Y’s |
Off the Buddha, my mind is getting high |
What I spit in ya ear’ll startle you |
I’m surprising with the lines |
I don’t play though homie |
I’m inspired by the wise! |
Let’s see |
Light-bulb on, the light goes on |
Psycho |
Write those bars, Nitro Charge |
Pyro |
Ignite both arms, ignite those bombs |
If you write those wrong, then right those wrongs |
And life goes on |
I’m feeling like the game is too Wringling |
The true kingpin of New England, I’m thru mingling |
Whoever said I lack respect |
Gonna feel the whiplash effect |
After Mickey I’m snappin… necks |
Check, half impressed with the cocky raps you cook-up |
They study me, it’s prolly facts you look up |
Rushing punches like Drago |
Still on since the Apollo |
Feel he hate? |
What about the rocky stats you put up homie? |
All-City Chess Alumni |
They not talkin', they tongue-tied |
My girl went from Boyz II Men |
I don’t let her water run dry |
Bad chick that goes both ways, it’s hard to come by |
I’m the King Pen |
The rap Wilson Fisk |
Me, I’m Malcolm X preparing for my pilgrimage |
Culture, only eat Kosher, no gefilte fish |
Black man who want his black hand on the pyramid |
Ima take a break for 15, let Chilla live |
Fuck it Mick |
I’m ready to die, tell em I did it Big |
No pedophile, they feel a kid |
And if Jerome bet his cash in hand, no way you gone steal a win |
They all eager to battle, saying «I'm ready Chilla» |
But you ain’t beatin' a deadly killer, with heavy filler. |
Anyone who say ima lose and’ll bet me scrilla |
In the end’ll pay sir, like Reggie Miller |
This where it go left |
The homie Los fresh |
But set it up, your senior team will feel the most deaths |
Jones with the crown, I’m so vicious |
Unforgettable, Yeah! |
I’m that King, cold with it |
Sick flow, from the get go, when I go get it |
See how they grade me? |
Aye B, I’m on a roll with it |
Someone gone have to get me |
Who else can rap this sickly? |
Give-n-Go, now it’s back to Mickey |
Cops want our hands up in the air like George Clooney |
But scared when a brother stand up, like Paul Mooney |
Rather see em face to face, when they off duty |
Can’t wait till a law get passed like Bob Cousy |
Been nice since Genesis no Sega |
The Alpha Omega |
Ya salsa with no flavor |
Where the hoes that ain’t pole strangers |
For a tip, I want a nightcap |
I’ll be pissed if it’s no takers |
You’re in the top 3 that’s what they say |
Grocery bag full of money, guess what my safe weigh |
My bucket list, indecent I’m sorry |
Culinary degree and me knee deep in Ferraris |
A menage with divas lookin' like barbies |
Ironically, I wanna see cheetahs on a safari |
It’s that white and hispanic cat |
Finding peace is like finding out where Atlantis at |
And I grew up with excuses, I never had a dad |
I guess that’s why I’m reclusive, that’s how I channel that |
I love my solitude |
That’s how I gotta move |
I don’t fuck with none of these lil' bitches, I’m childproof |
They don’t got no code of honor, they got excuses |
And loyalty is just another word that got tattooed |
I’m trusting less and I’m watching more, cause a lot of y’all |
Tried to barge your fuckin' way in after I got the door |
I been in the big apple, it got a rotten core |
And I pay a couple of stacks for the fiends that’s noddin' off |
They don’t never seem to fall though |
These new rappers pump fake, they don’t never seem to ball though |
Yeah, I know you filing for section 8 |
Cause you done blew your fuckin' advances sittin' in a section with 8 |
Hoes, they give a fuck about ya |
You can’t impress these gold diggers, they just tryna get a buck up out ya |
Yeah, and I done been through it all |
If you need to humble yourself, then you should give me a call |
It’s E! |