Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song You Can Try , by - MolemenRelease date: 07.07.2005
Song language: English
You Can Try |
| Yeah, Apathetic, Esoteric, Demigodz baby |
| Molemen with His-Panik |
| Yo, Yo, Yo |
| I throw the mic at your breastbone; |
| leave your whole chest blown |
| Ap’s puttin' tired old rappers in rest homes |
| As far as battlin', I’m probably the best known |
| To leave you on the operatin' table gettin' flesh sewn |
| You wanna throw fists? |
| Then we can get it on |
| ‘Cause me and you wack emcees will never get along |
| Sometimes I hates for makin' that song |
| ‘Cause now even fat girls think they’re sexy in a thong |
| What the fuck went wrong? |
| There’s a whole mess a crews |
| And I’mma kick your fuckin' ass like Bow-Legged Lou |
| Your whole claim to fame is ridin' my dick |
| Like your name was Dana Dane and my name Slick Rick |
| And yo I only stick chicks if the bitches are thick |
| The sickest to spit, my whole clique’s vicious as shit |
| And the reason why my crew will never pass the mic |
| It’s ‘Cause it’s see-though like ice in a glass a Sprite |
| Yeah, Ap is tight |
| You can try but you’ll never ever be this hot |
| Representin' like what… Demigodz |
| You can try but you’ll never ever be this hot |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| You can try but you’ll never ever be this hot |
| Demigodz… representin' like what |
| You can try but you’ll never ever be this hot |
| Representin' like what |
| It’s the pterodactyl swoopin' in on this track |
| And yo it’s like that, we strike bat like spinal taps |
| Cats prime up wax for five attacks up on vinyl racks |
| The finest cats don’t accept my rhyme attacks |
| Now when I’m at bat, I spit raw with intuition |
| We rock spots like a skin condition |
| I’m in position while you in submission |
| My rap broke the backs of cats with golden plaques |
| Now onto openin' acts; |
| my flow attacks |
| Smacks through soft tracks and |
| Sent ‘em back, with their bags packed into shrink wrap |
| Is Esoteric nice? |
| When it comes to open mics |
| I’ll blow your whole device then be ghost like Poltergiest |
| But when it comes to life, yo I takes my own advice |
| ‘Cause fake guys role snake eyes like loaded dice |
| Ya clique a’int straight, I can tell from the gate |
| You a dead giveaway like a slain rapper’s demo tape |
| You can try but you’ll never ever be this hot |
| Representin' like what |
| You can try but you’ll never ever be this hot |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| You can try but you’ll never ever be this hot |
| Demigodz |
| You can try but you’ll never ever be this hot |
| Representin' like what |
| I got a dark desire to spark the fire |
| Swing bats at cats like I’m raps Mark McGwire |
| Our names headlinin' the flier ‘til we retire |
| Fuckin' bitches flyer than Mia, Mariah, and Tyra |
| We don’t know our own strength, so just horsin' around |
| I could be forcin' you down, or put your corpse in the ground |
| Tryin' to find blazin' raps, but most ya lame tracks |
| Is like tryin' to find a fuckin' needle inside a haystack |
| Yo my rhyme style’s doper than prescription drugs |
| Mixed in chemical tubs by thugs with orange gloves |
| Plus its doper than that shit that’s gettin' slipped in clubs |
| Once it gets within' their blood, It’ll make woman bug |
| While you always screamin' peace, we’ll leave ya crews deceased |
| Plus our new release spins wax back like Judas Priest |
| If Ap says you wack it ain’t far from the truth |
| And if Eso’s spittin' vocals stay far from the booth |
| Yo when we combine with Panik, rappers try to ban it |
| At first they knew the deal now they can’t understand it |
| You can try but you’ll never ever be this hot |
| Representin' like what |
| You can try but you’ll never ever be this hot |