Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Did It First, artist - Nasty KnucklesDate of issue: 03.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We Did It First |
| Dutchmen |
| Let’s talk about |
| Let’s talk about the trash, let’s talk about the garbage |
| 'Bout how the God been goin' hard and throwin' bars retarded |
| Dissolve your squadron, soak 'em in acid |
| Taped, tied, do-si-do, rope-a-dope on you bastards |
| Like, let’s talk about it, kid, 'bout how a savage live |
| Au naturel, no additive, now ain’t that a bih? |
| 'Bout how I bag it quick, throw it to fiends |
| My protocol is more than raw, it’s the American dream, shit |
| About the paper chase and the cream trapper |
| The beast master done squeezed faster than all these weak rappers |
| Flying Dutchmen |
| Never learned to read the signs |
| Let’s think about what it all means |
| I never seem to have the time |
| Let’s talk about |
| Let’s talk about me, how I laugh at commercial |
| Master my circle, rappers now ain’t got half of my verbal (nah) |
| Life’s a lesson, a knife’s a weapon |
| Precise aggression lets me take flight on a session |
| Let’s talk about it, how I’m nicer than you |
| If I rhyme on the stage or I rhyme in the booth |
| Music now is some garbage, these rappers, they pick flowers |
| My Foundation stands tall like the twin towers |
| When we fall, we regroup, unite and spit power |
| Hip-Hop, we taking that, this shit’s ours |
| Never learned to read the signs |
| Let’s think about what it all means |
| I never seem to have the time |
| Let’s talk about |
| Hip-Hop dead in a coffin, these pigs are pork and sausage |
| Knuckles, the flow is awkward, you coughin' on the carpet |
| MCs are walkin' targets once they get marked by the marksman |
| That ass can cook some, sparkin' outside of your crib, I’m parkin' |
| Let’s talk about these wack lames that’s in the rap game |
| In every song they claim they pack gangs but really lack brains |
| Let’s talk about how my style better |
| Let’s talk about these rap faggots stay inside when it’s foul weather |
| You wanna talk about it, so then let’s talk about it |
| No 9 mill, my rhyme kill then put the chalk around it |
| Never learned to read the signs |
| Let’s think about what it all means |
| I never seem to have the time |
| Let’s talk about |
| I black out, snap a rapper’s neck at record speed |
| Best believe you feel my words like blind people when they read |
| Scrap like taxi driver with a ratchet in my sleeve |
| Air you out, flee the scene before you have a chance to bleed |
| The last of a dying breed amongst a bunch of followers |
| You frauds sound the same, I ain’t afraid to push the envelope |
| Strong arm your chain so fast, it fracture your collarbones |
| I smash bitch rappers with a sock full of dominoes |
| Rock like I’m solid stone and bring it where you rest at |
| Terrorist plot, blow up your spot like it’s a meth lab |
| Drawing inspiration with my face all in your sketchpad |
| Run up on the stage and suffocate you with your sweat rag |
| My lyrics make your head bang, it’s easy to see |
| Using box cutters for lobotomies on weakling MCs |
| I’m putting rappers out of business like I’m EPMD |
| I’m the greatest, dead or alive, even God would agree |
| Foul weather |
| Never learned to read the signs |
| Let’s think about what it all means |
| I never seem to have the time |
| Let’s talk about me for a minute |
| Well, how do you think I feel about what’s been going on? |
| Let’s talk about me for a minute |
| Well, how do you think I feel about what’s been going on? |
| Let’s talk about me for a minute |
| Well, how do you think I feel about what’s gone wrong? |
| Let’s talk about me for a minute |
| Well, how do you think I feel… |