Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Next Level , by - PREF1XRelease date: 17.01.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Next Level |
| Truth of the fact is, I’m |
| The truth, it’s a fact |
| And this truth be yapping them facts |
| And the truth is you’re not a factor |
| Face it, the name Sixx |
| Fucking up the beat |
| That’s instrumental abuse |
| You’re just fucking up the beat |
| Uh, your spit’s pathetic |
| I got a high power, no Kendrick |
| For the records, Imma wreck it |
| All you little motherfuckers better check it |
| When I press it |
| Imma wreck it |
| Cause I’m not the motherfucker to mess with |
| Since the birth I’ve been on some next shit |
| Bully school’s in session |
| Here’s a lesson: |
| Mess with Sixx? |
| Not a smart choice |
| Bitch, I’ve been the shit |
| What are you, Just a fart noise? |
| Try to flush the boy |
| Guarantee I make a comeback |
| Busting, cause this game’s a pussy |
| And I fuck that |
| Bust back, I dare you to |
| One bar will scare your crew |
| Watch your heart fall into your shoe |
| If I glare at you |
| Type to take the air from you |
| And leave you in the air, a few |
| Dare to oppose, little posers |
| So just beware it’s true |
| I’m on that next level, next level, next level |
| Oh what they on?, oh what they on? |
| That’s what I thought |
| Your presence is a depressin' |
| My presence’s precious, you present |
| One power penetrate polos |
| Punish pessimist peasants |
| Pen is poisonous pussy |
| Poison’s packed with a power |
| Pussies prying to push me |
| Pushing a panther proud and powerfully |
| Punchlines beyond a penitentiary |
| That means; |
| I got bars |
| You should pay attention, B |
| No one going ape as me |
| When I’m spitting it’s bananas |
| Brooklyn born baby bull’s |
| Spits go blamma |
| Damn I’m, damaging these rappers |
| Like damn 'em |
| Damn it, I’m a dragon |
| That’s draggin' these fags draggin' |
| Testing me? |
| I tatter t’s |
| And TNT eternities |
| Turning twisted, turner twister |
| Tearing that’s my |
| Took the time to tackle tees |
| Terra type could tackle teams |
| Take the time to take the notes |
| Or you would turn to casualties |
| Huh, so don’t tit for tat this terrorist |
| Try it, I tornado |
| And show you tykes what a terror is |
| Tongue twistin' torpedo |
| Tongue tamed this tiger |
| Take a hike, takin' flight |
| I take a taste of this game and then take a bite |
| Tourniquet tying testical |
| Twistin' tyrant teen truth |
| Triple words till I trip and turn a star |
| Tell your crews |
| Now, if you survived the alphabetical slaughter |
| Then it’s time I kick it up a notch |
| Take it a bit further |
| Strike a few nerves |
| Like sex with your daughter |
| Hit it twice, tell the goons |
| To never ever call her |
| This is Sparta |
| Warrior, you couldn’t best him |
| Been on some bullshit |
| Word to my septum |
| Murder at every volume |
| The booth left funky |
| Rebel squad beast |
| Facing us, you ain’t lucky |
| You’d be safer with Chucky |
| Or Freddy at your bedside |
| Bitches, it’s bed time |
| You wack shit |
| I won’t let slide |
| Untouchable, bitch you can’t dismiss me |
| Leave the beat full of holes |
| Till it’s looking just like Switz cheese |
| Dig me? |
| Know that Shizzy tight |
| Running laps around these rappers |
| Till they’re dizzy, right? |
| Uh, get x’ed like a pop-up |
| A stand up guy |
| Boy, you wouldn’t dare to hop up |
| Nigguh, and I’m not one to mock, bitch |
| Leave your face slashed |
| Like the eyebrows on Hopsin |
| Suicide Sixx, not him |
| Boy, I’m something else |
| Wrestling the boy |
| Bet I’m leaving with pelts and belts |
| Nigguh |