Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chuch , by - Shabazz Palaces. Song from the album Of Light, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 20.07.2009
Record label: Dcide, Templar Label Group
Song language: English
Chuch |
| It came at a price |
| The way that I play, this shit that makes you feel nice |
| Tonight’s that lights |
| The sparkling lights, the curves that got the nerve right |
| To change your mind, to reach in and find |
| A space down inside that is just mine’s |
| And crack that whip, and flash and glitz, and mash and dri? |
| and cash out |
| And claim me a slice |
| The feelings, the ice, the hotter over my dice |
| We watch the stars, to find out how far we got to go to get ours |
| You on my mind, I put it on the line |
| Now relax and lemme touch your diamonds |
| And crack that whip, and flat out wit |
| And blast that shit, blast that |
| Heat up the grease |
| Pull out the 'lacs and the straps and the minks |
| Heat up the kinks |
| Shine out the links and pour out the drinks |
| Ever since the ships came |
| We kicked slick game, make name and staked the claim |
| And never ever ever tame |
| And stay way fresher than the oppressor, we call that |
| Survival |
| With Style x4 |
| And every time we move, we do it |
| Straight up |
| And all the beat we bump is a gun |
| Straight up |
| The devil ?? |
| let the party run |
| Straight up |
| Instead go get the fun we |
| Straight up |
| The street the beat the heat we |
| Straight up |
| Everything high come down |
| Straight up |
| Stars the head, on the ground |
| Straight up |
| Bent down then we push it out |
| Straight up, up, up |
| It’s the renegade MC |
| Pump heat off that corner up that nose |
| Give a shit about your pop charts |
| Lead to the beat, clowns with your pop chart flows |
| Got game and secret names and ghetto fame, y’all changing ranks |
| When I pop off the style & slang and make you change, won’t mean a fucking thing |
| You bought your titles and your write-ups and your |
| I got my flirt on in a thousand dollar shirt and told your little bitch to let |
| me know |
| She smiled, I styled, I’m wild |
| I live out loud, I’m proud |
| Black beast wear yellow sneaks and pink shirts they stand out in the crowd |
| When the wind blew, you been too |
| The changing times |
| A straight to the top of my mind into a new rhyme nigga that’s what a true pimp |
| do |
| Your rap’s a corporation, a soft drink nigga, what can y’all tell us? |
| This for all the chicks and fellas in the hoods y’alls barrios and favelas |
| Nah really, what’s up with this bullshit that they be tryn’a sell us |
| What the fuck we look like, corny ass niggas eating jello in a crowd at an open |
| mic? |
| Hell to the nah, intelligent relevant |
| Live survivors they wanna hear something elegant |
| You reheated your beats and rhymes so many time niggas that why I climb hella |
| quick |