Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spit In The Wind, artist - PackFM. Album song Featured Material Vol. 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.07.2004
Record label: QN5
Song language: English
Spit In The Wind |
You’ve been gathered to this meetin' by a wolf in a sheep skin |
Slick talkin' heathen, even spit when I’m sleepin' |
Dope MC by day and super rapper in the evenin' |
I’m the man that your ex hails when she breathes in |
Plague is the legion that I pledge my allegiance |
We the kings in any region plus it’s ass kickin' season |
Shit we lookin for a reason, last cretin caught reachin' |
Got pulled over speedin' while retreatin' from the beatin' |
We diamonds in the rough, packin' seats in arenas |
You rhinestones in sequins open-micin' on the weekend |
I doubt that you could test the fleet without peekin' or cheatin' |
We beefin' if I even think you speakin' out of sequence |
Spit fire like a demon, blessin' raps with the Deacon |
Distinguished on the mic like I’m speakin' king’s english |
You wake up with the fever dreamin' that you can defeat us |
But we don’t buy that shit either because seein' is believin' |
Whatever you throw our way, we throw right back |
Catch. |
Bitch, don’t flinch |
Whatever you throw our way, we throw right back |
So don’t you spit in the wind |
There ain’t too many who can hang, think you better, do your thang |
Shit you threw my way came back at you like a boomerang |
Think I’m new to the game? |
This ain’t a fuckin' movie mayne |
Shit you people do for fame, pimp yourself like Pootie Tang |
Ruthless with the Brooklyn slang, rollin' with the crooked game |
Mad because we took your dame, shit we could have took your chain |
Now it’s just a fuckin' shame, told your friends we used to hang |
Groupie bitches do the same, shoulda never shook your hand |
What the hell’s it gonna take for you to get this through your brain? |
Couldn’t get the picture, so I guess I’ll just remove the frame |
Who’s to blame? |
You my friend. |
Ain’t nothin' here for you to gain |
Got set up to lose again, by now you should be used to pain |
Can’t see me in raps, so in battles better use a cane |
Leave you dancin' on the train, beggin random dudes for change |
Frontin' like a shooter when you know you shoulda took the lane |
Even John Henry couldn’t fuck with tracks I used to bang |