Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Preem , by - NovelissRelease date: 25.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Preem |
| Mic Swordz, Mic Swordz |
| Shepards Sounds what |
| One time for ya mind |
| One time |
| Hide your wallets I skipped «Pick Pockets Anonymous,» |
| One man Voltron and shit running through the metropolis |
| A Scorpio with a torpedo according to Astrologists |
| Crush mics with mechanical arms like Dr. Octopus |
| Doctor the tracks up, Lex Luger the Chiropractor |
| Torcher Racking Vernacular fuck your back up, finna' act up |
| I’m somewhere vibing you can’t find me disguised to the blind |
| Third eye shining |
| When I be rhyming to keep my body in rhythm, I be bodying rhythm |
| Instrumental body bags my CD Packaging |
| Toe tagging snare drums and bass lines, sample assassin shit |
| Mental marksman always on target when I’m imagining |
| Got a ill mind I’m a «Telepathogen,» |
| The craziest telekinetic cross-heirs run from the blast radius,"Rap Atheist," |
| My whole career I’ll be a «Stubborn Swiss Army Knife,» |
| Could probably do it all but only do what I like… whaaat |
| Shout out to Belgium it’s only right I eat a waffle |
| Noveliss dish the mic off better than Rondo |
| «Let Go My Ego» benevolent rebel |
| Settle the score travel the world selling out venues abroad |
| We got you open, born in «shallow ends» never learned to swim |
| Empty pocket humble beginnings transitioning to flying over the Ocean |
| Beholding the braggadocious |
| Toasting to dreams converted to reality |
| Sipping in Paris with my fellow Free Kings |
| Fuck you mean we ain’t the «Dream Team,» |
| Please I’m sick as Magic Johnson in Barcelona |
| Coming to terms with the fact that the throne had fallen to Michael Jordan |
| Hold the mic like a Swordsman, hiking through the Swiss Alps |
| I’ll peal your scalp when coming off of the scalp |
| I want the clout, jump in the crowd, get out your seat and jump around |
| YOU RAPPING OVER YOUR VOCALS DON’T COME AROUND |
| I guess they’ll never be able to shake the feeling they overlooking us |
| Niggas fear advancement the industry driven phobias |
| Independent real shit progressive underground metamorphosis |
| Globe trotting the Solar System the Forces up |
| And with you, Hop aboard the Millennium Falcon |
| Our bandwagon jet lagging to the maximum |
| Half of them came here to compare us to 90's crews |
| «Do You Fools Listen To Music Or Do You Just Skim Through It?» |
| (RENEGAAAADE!) |