Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song NonFiction, artist - Rapsody. Album song The Idea Of Beautiful, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.08.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Jamla
Song language: English
NonFiction |
| Yo, 9th Wonder, we got one |
| Never, never done (Rapsody) |
| And Radio Raheem DeVaughn |
| Church on the moon |
| My birthplace was the Bronx |
| Adidas with the fat shoelaces |
| Gazelles are the frames on our faces |
| Goin' back, I was on? |
| We been buildin' this forty years strong |
| The game is for the takin' this is history in the makin' |
| Let me make it clear (La la la la) |
| This ain’t no bubble gum rap with 9th on the track |
| With Rapsody? |
| (La la la la) |
| This is this is |
| This is (La la la la) |
| This is this is |
| This is (La la la la) |
| This is this is |
| This is (La la la la) |
| This is this is |
| This is (The real) |
| I stay on my P’s and my Q’s |
| S’s TU’s I’m always workin' |
| How you spell success in the STU |
| Some get they money, like to blaze in the Coupe |
| The greats spend days practicin' like the hoops |
| We the truth, none realer |
| Too uncommon like Dilla to light |
| I shine, my rhymes come paired like the Williams |
| Two twenty-twos I’m a sister worth millions |
| Lyrically they all fear the flow like Big Williams |
| Polo dipped, loco whips |
| Won’t impress if the globe want potato crisps |
| Rap back like the NATO, connect with gods |
| Cause my eyes’ll be enlarged, weighed out like Chris |
| Yo, the bigger the gold, I’m really the mold |
| Which you’d really wanna be if you had any soul |
| You’re soul, I burn slow like four fours hittin' |
| '95 spirit in the days it was written |
| Cats stay trippin', but rip and I’ll never stop |
| Got a little buzz, now I bubble like a kettle pop |
| I know the devil watch and wanna touch me, but like metal box |
| I stay locked under this hip-hop, forever God |
| Reckless necklace flows, I’ll hang 'em |
| Real comin' back, now these rappers all changin' |
| Fear for careers, I don’t cower to new power |
| Duracell, it never runs out for an hour |
| Keep destroyin', smoke 'em like sour |
| Break 'em all down to rebuild 'em like towers |
| That’s the real |
| This is (La la la la) |
| This is this is |
| This is (La la la la) |
| This is this is |
| This is (La la la la) |
| The modern day saints of our stories |
| New torch bearer, we the children like Corey |
| Guns are the ones that ran? |
| to the millions |
| And watched Mike and Deloris |
| Used to ride a Nori, now the people in quarry |
| About the five-three MC with old? |
| Got a bite on the mic like the likes of Lauryn |
| Hip-hop, score got to settle this to flip flop |
| Back to when cats would roll Lexs like wrist watch |
| Elbow out the door bumpin' Nas 'til the speaks pop |
| Couldn’t see me eye to eye, keep pumpin' your Reboks |
| Radder rearviews, clear view I don’t fear you |
| Or you, you should keep a ear to the streets too to hear true |
| I been in the booth, yeah killin' on the daily |
| Jam to represent another baby of the '80s |
| Katy Perry I grew up on Mary |
| The flow vary cause I studied those old from the aries |
| Pot of gold, why I shine like that fine, it’s scary |
| The game over, I killed whack MCs, all buried |
| It’s the real |
| The game is for the takin' this is history in the makin' |
| Let me make it clear (La la la la) |
| This ain’t no bubble gum rap with 9th on the t- |
| TDE, ladies and gentlemen, Ab-Soul! |
| So while you niggas keep bangin' the same drum |
| I’m smokin' like I ain’t got the same lungs |
| I had when I started, pardon my ignorant rants |
| I rap like I move keys but Apple S can’t save 'em |
| There’s only so much you can show 'em |
| They been reading his story so long, think they know him |
| I’m sewing up the game, I need needle and thread |
| Some people lead sheep, some people just need wool |
| The shit cuts deep |
| Rugby toughin' the feel, you be where the rugs be |
| In the house nigga, with the rest of the house niggas |
| Thug life, rolling, my homies are screaming «fuck life» |
| Showin' love at the same damn time |
| I’d say the future is looking bright contrary to CNN |
| Give me a mic and about three nights |
| I turn straw into gold like Rumpelstiltskin |
| Man I made a man cry vibing to Be A Man |
| Walking like an Egyptian, life ain’t pharaoh |
| Boy just got shipped and the judge don’t care |
| I’ll take my steak where, maybe it will help me bare |
| With all the bloody consequences obvious in this here |
| So I guess I got the game figured out all wrong |
| I guess you never know what you got til it’s gone |
| Til' every terrain on this plane experience sunshine |
| Two fingers up and fuck one time |
| So allow yourself to get caught up in the Rapsody |
| And the 9th Wonder of the world actually |
| Raheem DeVaughn |
| Soul! |