Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bring It On, artist - P-Square. Date of issue: 12.07.2018
Song language: English
Bring It On |
| Boom! |
| My idea fill the room with light, soon as I write |
| Tunes are dynamite |
| Scenery’s out of sight |
| Show’s tonight, I seal your doom tight |
| My platoon is right, puttin' bullet wounds in the mic |
| Once again it’s the paragraph chemist |
| Inventors are finished, the experimentist |
| Rakim is the elementor, I invent more courses |
| The editor with thoughts of a sorcerer (bring it) |
| Act like you want it — |
| It isn’t a man that’ll take it from me, I hold the mic prisoner |
| Rescues that’ll reach next crews, that speech |
| Unless you know how to teach, retreat to the beat |
| I swing it better than Tarzan |
| Once it’s in the R’s hand, all they can say is «aw, man» |
| A mass of people in hysteria |
| Yo, any bitin' emcees in the area? |
| Bring |
| It… |
| Bring it on |
| (On and on and on and on) |
| Bring it… bring it on |
| (On and on and on and on) |
| Come on, bring it… |
| Bring it |
| Bring it on |
| (On and on and on and on) |
| (On and on and on and on) |
| Don’t stop rockin' ‘til the break of dawn — one |
| Poetry is drastic, hazard when it’s put on plastic |
| Havoc if blasted — if I get sarcastic |
| Your thoughts is short, mines go far past it |
| He didn’t wanna pass it |
| I took it — believe me, it’s devious |
| If they wanna see me it’s worse than hideous |
| Look — I drop another rhyme and the place gets shook |
| If you don’t get back, react to the hook |
| I hook it — highly explosive, it could blow at any time |
| With any rhyme, without a nine |
| Get out of line, too late if you wait ‘til I perform |
| Mics get blown out of tune, so bring it on |
| The crowd didn’t hear the original |
| When the wild first one to ever let a rhyme float down the Nile |
| Stomp it, comp it, flowin', a similar style |
| Rhymes attack, now they want rap exile |
| Never — ‘cause I get militant, that’s why I’m still in it |
| You give me a mic and I’m killin' it |
| When it drops, autops and x-rays give them heads displays |
| I say, ate away the microchips |
| Instead of yappin' about a gun |
| Rappin' about things they never done |
| You’re sterile, you’ll never come |
| I’m thorough since I came, I’m still comin' with more |
| In '94 I ain’t go on tour, I went to war |
| Whatever, I’ll be right here ‘til the next year |
| At the mic site with a bright idea |
| Brothers come wrong and better split, get gone |
| When I rip the song they get torn |
| Bring it on… |
| (On and on and on and on) |
| (On and on and on and on) |
| Bring it |
| Bring it on |
| Bring it on |
| Bring it on |
| Don’t stop rockin' ‘til the break of dawn — one |
| Bring it… bring it on |
| Bring it on… |
| Bring it on… |
| Come on, bring it… |
| Bring it on… |
| Bring it on… |
| Bring it on… |
| Come on, bring it… |
| Bring it! |