Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sinsez, artist - Nick Wiz. Album song Cellar Instrumentals (1992-1998), Vol. 4, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.09.2016
Record label: No Sleep
Song language: English
Sinsez |
Thought sporadic, psycho addict to mic booths |
Short yet stout dreadlock that came to turn the party out |
Been on the scene, now all the politics done set me back |
Open up your mind, and I’ma tap your skull with ‘nough rap |
Cerebral hemorrhaging is what you’re experiencing |
The antidote for what you’re needing is my proceeding. |
Ha! |
You think you’re hot shit, the pilot in the cockpit? |
You’re entering enemy airspace that’s hazardous to your existence |
I got my shit locked down, no move-faking |
I’m bringing home the greens and, yo, they’re seasoned without bacon. |
If you’r |
A user, then I’ma lose ya—you ain’t fooling m |
Just pass the cloud nine smoke that brings the cool in me |
No wool is, G. Just going over your mental eulogy |
Sinsez/Sin' says you’ll get your brain whipped when I come with it |
Your cypher small—now watch me bounce it off a brick wall |
Another customer, a billion served like hors d’oeuvres. |
What’s |
The word, nigga? |
Thoughts be traveling a mile a minute ‘cause I’m |
In it to win it like the pennant, so just spin it if you |
Got it in your crate. |
I hate suckers who be zoning out |
I wanna hear my shit primetime—that's what I’m talking ‘bout |
Sinsez/Sin' says, «Throw your hands in the air, yeah!» |
Sinsez/Sin' says, «There's wack rappers everywhere!» |
(Sinister Voicez) |
Sinsez/Sin' says, «We got treats from the streets, yo!» |
(Sinister Voicez) |
Sinsez/Sin' says, «We're dropping jewels on these beats» (Sinister Voicez) |
Guess who’s back to black max with the fat raps? |
You’re used to hearing from a nigga, so I figured you had |
The munchies from them blunts you’re smoking, I’ll have you choking. |
It’s |
The lethal, kid—I ain’t joking. |
Ayyo, don’t you |
Know who I am? |
The nigga with the old God damn |
Type of funk. |
Punk, that ass is lunch, no doubt |
I got the rough, rugged, accurate, immaculate, rip shit |
Forwards and backwards with my rhyme tactics. |
It’s automatic |
Like a TEC you’ll sweat. |
Did you forget I’m a vet? |
Banging heads and leaving girls soaking wet. |
No |
Threats are necessary, no need to talk—just |
Watch where you walk or you might get caught |
Downright dirty |
Like a mechanic jumpsuit, I thump loops |
Like boxers in the ring doing their thing for mad loot—truth |
You slipped up. |
Fist up defend ya, end, and amend the chaos |
The world is madness. |
Tell me: can I pass this test? |
Yes! |
I’ve been put on this Earth to rock |
Some verses, time keeps slipping, but I’ll be catching it |
By the tail, dragging his face in the dirt for starters, finishing |
Him off like crippled racehorses—who the boss is? |
Sinsez/Sin' says, «Throw your hands in the air, yeah!» |
Sinsez/Sin' says, «There's wack rappers everywhere!» |
(Sinister Voicez) |
Sinsez/Sin' says, «We got treats from the streets, yo!» |
(Sinister Voicez) |
Sinsez/Sin' says, «We drop jewels on these beats» (Sinister Voicez) |
I drop |
Rhymes and degrees deeper than the seven seas |
These lyrics be bringing death to scrub emcees |
A hundred thousand calories of funk, it’s fat |
Must be them kids from Sinsez doing that |
Niggas be like, «Wow!» |
‘cause my style be like, «Blao!» |
In your face, nigga. |
Now how you figure you was nicer |
My capabilities exceed imagination. |
You must |
Be basing. |
My presentation’s breathtaking, you’re faking |
Demonstrations are frustrating. |
I’m nutting |
On beats, you’re suffering from castration. |
Adversaries |
I be facing be wasting conversation |
Niggas we’re beating with that bullshit they be kicking |
I’ll write classics like Dickens, I’m sticking competition with |
A dab of my gab, suckers been getting bagged like, «Paper |
Or plastic?» |
I’m getting drastic in this rap shit |
You’ll get that ass kicked, my style’s fantastic |
Sinsez/Sin' says, «Throw your hands in the air, yeah!» |
Sinsez/Sin' says, «There's wack rappers everywhere!» |
(Sinister Voicez) |
Sinsez/Sin' says, «…treats from the streets, yo!» |
(Sinister Voicez) |
Sinsez/Sin' says, «We drop jewels on these beats» (Sinister Voicez) |
Sinsez/Sin' says, «Throw your hands in the air, yeah!» |
Sinsez/Sin' says, «There's wack rappers everywhere!» |
(Sinister Voicez) |
Sinsez/Sin' says, «We got treats from the streets, yo!» |
(Sinister Voicez) |
Sinsez/Sin' says, «We drop jewels on these beats» (Sinister Voicez) |