Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cheeky, artist - Pete Philly.
Date of issue: 08.05.2006
Song language: English
Cheeky |
Stop talking and walk with me, stop talking and just walk with me… |
When it comes to rockin' these lyrics without gimmicks it’s me |
Carry the weight of my spirit though this damned industry |
It intends to be so damn silly, man, I am Philly, man, I slam really man |
Perquisite understands, focus on my plan |
Getting airplay in England, Japan, then bring it back again to Amsterdizzy |
Now who the hell is he |
Perquisite time to drop a beat, now let’s get busy |
Word shit is absurd |
Shit that you ain’t never heard before this album occurred |
Before we stepped into the scene and got the whole vision blurred and making |
shit funky as tirds |
Foewee shits smelly like the sweat from you belly |
Time to get you a celly to connect with your manager |
I damage your persona |
I guess you’re an amature, I see though your drama |
It’s all Bull S, that’s why we have no stress about settling who’s the best |
Won’t even enter in those contests no more, cause it’s vinyl that we press |
So finesse yet raw |
So what you waitin' on, hating on me? |
Debating on me? |
What? |
Little ol' me? |
Can’t believe I have that much of an effect on you |
Don’t know what to say or do, but thanks homie |
Now what the hell is going on? |
We be flowing on and we stand strong |
If you think you can dine with me or mister Cee you’re wrong |
Yeah man, just move on to another table right? |
Asshole… |
Now tell me is your tonedeaf? |
I’ll do this till my last breath |
Kickin' shit grimey like my name is Meth |
It man… can mean the end of you, if you fuck around in my scene |
Nah mean? |
I ain’t playin' |
Listen to these wack rhymes that you be sayin |
I have come to demolish you |
Turn you black and blue, like you got hit with shoepolish dude |
Rudeboy, in full affect, standing erect |
This battlecat keeping you in check doggie |
So stop the barkin' |
I’m comin through with CeeMajor, I’m making my mark then |
See I was born on august ten ninetyseventyfive and ever since I evedenced |
maximun overdrive |
And over all I override those who can’t step aside |
Overfly my ego? |
Well I don’t think so |
Like domino I’m in the up to par-mode, I’m in the funkiest by far-mode |
This carloads of bizzare flows like Fargo |
Will they stay fresh forever? |
Yeah, just check the barcode |
This is a CeeMajor Starshow, of course the shit |
Explosive like a backpack from Madrid |
Hey kids, don’t try this at home |
Unless you’re the backbone of a microphone |
You know, a true mc’s epitone |
Now what the hell is going on? |
We be flowing on and we stand strong |
If you think you can dine with me or mister Cee you’re wrong |
Yeah man, just move on to another table right? |
Asshole… |
Yo man, this is the V.I.P. |
section. |
Move on! |
We’ve got that analogue sound, through digital means |
See critical teens, they listen to our shit and cop it by any means |
And since our sound is so diversified and jazzyfied, they don’t know how to |
classify and now we’re every scene |
Which means we’re all over the place, which means these gangsta-wannabe's is |
staring in my face |
But I’m laughin at ya’ll |
Stick to what you do while I do too and I’m having a ball |
Now stall all you want, crawl all you want |
All I want you to do is just jump to this |
Or at least take a listen to the beast, while I create another feast with my |
freakin' man Perquisite |
Now pucker up, this motherfucker subdues crews cheeky, I run shit up the summit, |
don’t really care what’s beneath me |
I speak the dialect of an authentic hiphopper |
Intergalactic like orchestra’s from Sun Ra |
Smash it like a blow from a tundra’s polar bear |
Solar here couldn’t pick that up, know mean? |
Don’t interrupt, interfere, intervene, my verbal guillotine slices your product |
to smithereens |
Check the sig here from dig here from that there as I smoke spliffs ans guzzle |
liks more than I can lift |
My movements are nect to kinetic, hope to all methods |
Ya’ll just suck up for extra credit, man forget it |