Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mossberg Solution, artist - Outerspace. Album song My Brother's Keeper, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Outerspace
Song language: English
Mossberg Solution |
Let it be known we too much for these underclassmen |
Fuck the lights, fuck the cameras, I want the action |
I want in on anything that can get me money |
For the root of evil watch how I get ugly |
Completely famished, hungry is an understatement |
That’s real talk, my words they under investigation |
I’m never hesitating, too much time is wasted |
I ain’t half-baked, my brain is never vegetating |
Everybody wanna rap, gotta regulate em |
Thou shall not spit in my presence, that is my legislation |
Constant elevation, constant steady pacing |
Deadly melodies, deadly combinations |
MCs nowadays heavy population |
Too many hard-looks, we gotta rock their face in |
I ain’t no Indian, homie I’m a chief rocka |
Goodfella capo, put you in a meat locker |
We ain’t going nowhere, locked and loaded in here |
We controlling this here, all of our soldiers is near |
We ain’t going nowhere, locked and loaded in here |
We controlling this here, all of our soldiers is near |
The terror’s unholy so cherish the sun slowly |
The pharaoh inside of a narrow grave, you can’t control me |
If I die nobody hold me, my body would rather be lonely |
My soul is in purgatory waiting for Satan to scold me |
If I had to go back into the old me |
I’d be depressed and distraught from all of the OE |
I’d rather take a fucking shot of that Cognac |
Y’all niggas is bottom-feeders, the rest of y’all below that |
Pharaoh clique man we deep like the Wu was |
Or really like the Wu is but we be the new buzz |
A few drugs got you niggas all gassed up |
MP3s are like M-16s after they pass us |
Ask for us, Outerspace we salute y’all |
Only fuck with fam cause y’all be acting all RuPaul |
My niggas rugged, we carry Louisville Sluggers |
And we claiming outerspace, ain’t a fucking soul above us nigga |
We ain’t going nowhere, locked and loaded in here |
We controlling this here, all of our soldiers is near |
We ain’t going nowhere, locked and loaded in here |
We controlling this here, all of our soldiers is near |
I’mma do what I gotta do to get the gwap |
And if it’s daylight and kids is out I wet their block |
Young boys, no respect, they will get their pop |
I’m a G, I’m polite, let me get that opp (break bread god) |
My head wrapped like the Iron Sheik |
And the Desert E have your wig peeled like tires screeching |
The bullet holes have you dying leaking |
My beat’s savage, it speaks Spanish like I was Rican |
Y’all last like y’all was culo |
Son chill all of y’all grill like? |
Guns big like they was sumo |
Let em bang, I let em hang like they Arturo (Blood and guts warrior baby) |
I don’t call it haze, I call it smog |
The drug is white girl and I ain’t talking Lady Gog |
Motherfucker I’m nice at mine, y’all nice at yours? |
The difference is like Nike 4s and Michael Kors |