Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flank, artist - MZ Boom Bap.
Date of issue: 04.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Flank |
Flank from the middle we stunt |
Pump up the riddle it go down |
Like corretta with gun |
This for my brethren and sisters |
Plus for my fellas yuh |
We get it down like it is |
Jiggy dirty |
For my fam slamming word he |
Shut it down till he thirty |
Its the master in the new ceremony |
So pluck yo habits out my seratonin |
Under the ceiling we wreck |
Back my nigga just BUCK BACK |
We hit on these ruff tracks |
Like old cats |
They want a rythm on point |
It getting rugged when you |
Runnin but pushed back |
What’s that |
My team ready to crush |
Now that im heavy mack |
Rush that deadily armed incenerator |
On fiends of iron papers |
And facillitators |
Feeling like homie |
The one and only lonliest rapper |
Who spits the code |
That the goverment after |
I spoke the math up |
But shushh |
Just let em stalk the real |
Y’all just watching |
While we building hills |
Ayo It gives me chills |
Back on the dangeruff |
Now break ya neck |
It getting tough when you owe |
The state more than in yo check yet |
Heavy debt is credit for much depression |
Walk thru of the valley of death |
Seeking connection |
We rejecting your gentrification |
No regression when shit is processing |
You get the sense |
That shit is very tense |
Fuck up the nation with sentences |
Greed my nemesis |
Ego the reason humanity |
Moving back to heretics |
Me and my nigga Jake G |
We break it free |
On these Boom bap tunes |
Laid by my brother MZ |
It getting hot in the area |
They take it off, blazing torch |
We elevate to stages from a porch |
No remorse |
I remember packing my bags and running out |
It took me seven years to figure shit out |
But fuck that |
We flipping a literal language |
Now we bust caps |
Verbally hit the meter a milli |
Don’t need come out of a dust bag |
I must have immaculate flows |
Upon these instrumentals |
The way I hit |
She gon need some new utensils |
This is strict defined poetry |
For the ones who woke up |
Who know the fact |
That life will never brake and never slow up |
It getting faster at the speed of light |
So speak yo right release yo mind |
And reach to height |
We breach horizons nigga |
I put my life in these lines |
And that’s resilience |
No fear in this |
I shock the troop |
With my debut experience |
Keeping it real |
Keeping it natural |
Be the reason why he well seasoned |
With the lingo like a Puerto Rican |
Linked with my nigga |
Aus der Schweiz |
Ja brudi get your rocks up |
Sucker this the life of |
A charismatic rap addict |
Coming back to the beat |
Like a crack addict |
Had it up to here |
With them niggas over there |
Acting like they dope or something |
They must be smoking something |
Thinking that they home to something |
Home for nothing |
Yo Denz we 'bout to flex yet |
Half of these niggas |
Don’t want us the way |
They turn the heads |
Whenever we around |
Then we hit em' |
With that boom sound |
Coming back like |
Boomerangs in the state yea |
Mir doch scheissegal was du denkst |
Still run the town like a Swiss bank |
Make way for the kid |
Spitting like an AK |
Vacate the space |
Cause you don’t wanna be |
Around when MZ shatter |
Ya dome all in ya face |