Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mo' Monie, artist - Monie Love. Album song In a Word or 2, in the genre СоулDate of issue: 09.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Chrysalis
Song language: English
Mo' Monie |
| Low and behold there’s a story to be told |
| Of a sister who missed a plane |
| Destiny was rearranged |
| I never knew that I would be in this position |
| Makin' money makin' music makin' a complete transition |
| But hey in here yeasterday, today and tomorrow |
| Forever after that because none of my shit is borrowed |
| Cleverly constructed my flairs abundant |
| Developed from hangin' with all the roughnecks back in London |
| Pogo swiftly gets biznizz done with no parkin' |
| In a mellow manner cookies on the side sparkin' |
| Flavour la treacherous few will do you lovely |
| So don’t run around playin' with you like you know money |
| Blessed when the Lord snipped my microphone cord |
| And said rock it any way you can you got the whole world in your hand |
| I made amendments to achieve my inner passion |
| Makin' performances in musical fashions |
| Check it out hypocritical subjects playin' like |
| Primadonna before they knew who I was yet |
| It’s alright 'cause my rhyme will pack a fist full |
| Personification, smile, metaphor list full |
| Blissful is the interpretation I deliver |
| Make you quiver, make you kidneys dance all around your liver |
| I’m a giver of lyrical sex to your ear drum |
| Come all ya faithful to the record store and get some |
| Soul seasones with the future of the funk |
| It’s not hard to find I stand out from the junk |
| Push a punk to oblivion spin 'em 'til they’re dizzy and die |
| I won’t be at that funeral 'cause I’m busy |
| Don’t try to injust me suicidal you must be |
| If you suddenly develope the urge to cuss me |
| A lus will be given if correct is how you livin' |
| And the rhymes you recite are yours, not given |
| Sucka A sucka B sucka C or you talking 'G' |
| Or should I say pea brain no better yet shit-for-brains |
| You wanna save somebody save your bloddy self |
| It’s grievous to see a waste of human tissue go to hell |
| Appointing yourself to be lord of the premises |
| When you look like death warmed up and you smell of piss |
| Hiss hiss hiss there a kiss of death coming |
| In your direction so you better start running |
| Doubleups of original creations |
| Is taking over rapidly false duplication |
| Artists that are supposed to be self-acclaimed |
| Tapping into other artists' domain |
| It’s a bore to the brain blahblahblahblahblahblahblah |
| Shut the hell up I can’t understand a word you’re sayin' |
| I buy too and for what the hell I’m payin' |
| Check yourself before you point the finger and start slayin' |
| Method bottom pit used by emcee we ain’t shit |
| Is the scraping of the barrel 'cause they’re full of it |
| Yesterday’s news tomorrow’s forgotten thought |
| And how in the hell are you gonna pay for the shit you bought |
| Just like you I’m in it for self |
| Do whatever it takes whether you or someone else |
| It is amazing how the human mind works |
| Find somebody that you feel you can jerk |
| You should have never let yourself get talked into this one |
| Fuck around and your ass won’t be a missed one |
| When it comes to the crunch on a lyrical basis |
| I pass with flying colors you might as well face this |
| I don’t even wanna go on with this nonsense |
| You’re just a repetitionist baby no contest |
| War with me and you’ll wish you’d never been born |
| I’ll shut your ass up quick and put a muscle on ya |