Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Steady Pace, artist - Shabaam Sahdeeq. Album song Precious Stones, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.05.2020
Record label: FiveSe7en Collective
Song language: English
Steady Pace |
| We don’t take no Ls, we just throw 'em up |
| We been around, you 'Lil' fucks is just pups |
| Why would we ever give it up? |
| When we rhyming over beats this tough, you get your ego crushed |
| You been selling wolf tickets on the net, boy |
| When it’s live and the flesh you hot step, boy |
| I be writing over your name when I see it |
| Big bubble letters on some old school |
| Superior flow, not just talking on the beat kid |
| I don’t care how many bands you got, you still a snitch |
| My cut-off game swift, I snip counterfeits |
| Take it from experience at times, I fell and slipped |
| Now I’m on some other shit, moves are effortless |
| As long as I’m alive, I’m winnin' |
| The thoughts are spinnin', I’m up early |
| Get into this shit and the plot thickens |
| I hear a lot of snakes hissin' |
| They 'gon come up missin' and try and stop my mission |
| It’s like they standing in the strong wind, pissing |
| You know them snakes is high, we been talking 'bout them |
| I’m like the 6'4, how I appreciate |
| Your flow fluctuate, mine’s at a steady pace |
| Time’s up, I rep you and your young flock |
| Pimp slap, pump that, give me that profit |
| I’m like the 6'4, how I appreciate |
| Your flow fluctuate, mine’s at a steady pace |
| Put it in, check that the mister |
| When put on your neck, shut your lips up |
| We don’t talk too much, we just shut 'em up |
| Shut 'em down in the middle where they clownin' bruh |
| You think I’m slippin' and trippin? |
| No Sir |
| It’s brown bread when I pop 'em like a toaster |
| Cook you like a roaster, serve you like a pheasant |
| It’s a blessing to be addressing the crowd with my presence |
| The freshest, holding the mic, about to serve a lesson |
| To you fake frauds in the industry, small-minded peasants |
| No bars neglected, all my lines perfected |
| I’m glad you decided to play this shit, now I’m checking |
| These the songs that need to be coming out stereos |
| Banging in your residential district, here we go |
| You got that look on your face like I didn’t know |
| The SS was alien with the flow |
| But now you know, bars to blow |
| Along with that pack of backwoods weed burning real slow |
| I’m like the 6'4, how I appreciate |
| Your flow fluctuate, mine’s at a steady pace |
| Time’s up, I rep you and your young flock |
| Pimp slap, pump that, give me that profit |
| I’m like the 6'4, how I appreciate |
| I how the flow, I go until it’s time to leave |
| Believe, I’m packing more rhymes up my sleeve |
| Bringing damage to your burrow |
| Bringing damage to your burrow |
| The Instamatic focal point bringing damage to your burrow |