Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Downward Spiral, artist - Ras Kass.
Date of issue: 21.03.2016
Song language: English
Downward Spiral |
It’s all fucked up now |
Fuck you s’posed to do? |
It’s all fucked up now |
Fuck it, cut your wrist, yo |
When I spit, it’s almost like aiming guns at fools |
Don’t waste your rap career on that journey |
I kill a mic like Run the Jewels |
I kill a mic like Conrad Murray |
Picture this getting ugly, call it Dorian Gray |
Midichlorians the force is strong, it’s sorry to say |
You two buffoons trust the snake and bit the apple |
And niggas ain’t laughing with you, niggas is laughing at you |
These rappers got whack hit songs and I congrat' you |
No disrespect, don’t get upset when I don’t dab you |
And no I’m not hating, I just don’t feel that shit |
Cause every song end up uh sounding like this, turn up |
Turn that shit off, though I’ll be where the lyrics at |
To pussy no subscription to Miramax |
I wear your wifey out like a pair of slacks |
Like Google Maps nigga, this is where it’s at |
Flush it all down that shit and that’s the downward spiral |
Suicide or life kid, you might go viral |
What goes up, must come down |
What the fuck you s’posed do? |
It’s all fucked up now |
Flush it all down that shit and that’s the downward spiral |
Suicide or life kid, you might go viral |
What goes up, must come down |
What the fuck you s’posed do? |
It’s all fucked up now |
Sick with the rhyming, abusing my time and |
I’m my music is timeless |
Rhymes from the analog bulldog with long fangs |
I at rappers who say the wrong thangs |
Bad for the hunted, good for the hunter |
These dot com lyrics helped it with the hollow point scream smash |
Now it’s back to the follow point green cash |
Gun butted, you got a mean gash |
Faceplate broke on the floor, you start to bleed fast |
Saves ain’t save in the floor, we need to re-stash |
Brick robbers, send bombs to the laptop of bitch bloggers |
Trained in the backyard, no Sim card |
Wombat shit and stand in the gym hard |
, no raincoat |
This is the day yo, you part of the gang? |
No |
The crack and the shots ran ma, wee should hang, no? |
Rapped in confederate, it |
Straight through 100s of terabytes of all the shit you bite |
MC from era of spitting right, shit was tight |
Ras Kass is like |
Flush it all down that shit and that’s the downward spiral |
Suicide or life kid, you might go viral |
What goes up, must come down |
What the fuck you s’posed do? |
It’s all fucked up now |
Flush it all down that shit and that’s the downward spiral |
Suicide or life kid, you might go viral |
What goes up, must come down |
What the fuck you s’posed do? |
It’s all fucked up now |
I got so many rhymes I could fill up a gigabite |
No publishing, the way these fucking niggas bite |
Rappers don’t even know who they writers |
All this whack shit gave my computer the virus |
Niggas sending threats to the G-Mail |
That ain’t gangsta, only thing you blasting is the e-mail |
Hip-hop is so suicidey |
Rest in peace turned to both out blue, tidy |
If I was a singer, I’d be Tony Soprano |
I’m the fingers on all keys on Beethoven’s piano |
I’m not a rapper motherfucker, when I told you I rhymed |
never saw that 9 |
I turn you red, black, fed green, my bullets is aqua |
Where the bread at? |
If I rob you I only be practicing |
Cause in this world, fuck what a nigga say |
I never wrote a will cause that’s a dead giveaway |