Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Don Cheadle Effect, artist - Skyzoo. Album song The Power Of Words, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.07.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Don Cheadle Effect |
| Clean-up hitter, I clean up pitchers |
| But they overlooking when voting who clean up quicker |
| My aim been the root of the discussion, moving is nothing |
| But I feel like when I move I’m a little to far in front’em |
| And when I try and level it, throw the booster steps in it |
| They right it off like I ain’t jumping down to my neck in it |
| Yes I understand it, the curse side of the blessing |
| But you can see the remains of how I was addressing it |
| Best foot forward, so I guess I was leaping |
| I stress giving my all, but I guess they don’t see it |
| Call me the king of the high toss, half of mine is fly gone |
| The other half is reachable if you reach to the sky for’em |
| Double meaning, but to me if I supply more |
| Then I gotta provide ya’ll a blueprint to ride along |
| Pushed it to the corners of the paper they gave me |
| Till the only room left on it, is maybe to trace me |
| I can’t say I didn’t utilize everything that’s true to I |
| Earned every part of my S.A.G card and I’m using mine |
| There ain’t a hurdle I can’t jump, a word that I can’t pump |
| A scene that I can’t script, a role that I can’t run |
| I kept tipping my hat when I saw them proceed |
| Cause when you applauded for them, they applauded for me… you get it |
| So I feel like the fan fav of the fan fav’s |
| Stubborn in my uttering, like fuck it, I can’t change |
| And if that should mean, that my marathon is longer |
| Then I’ll predict it now, marathon or be under |
| If they don’t get it now, then I guess that they should breeze |
| The Salvation is tripling the records I release |
| And the crowd waiting is giving me the reference that I need |
| To refer you of any doubt towards the rep that I’ve achieved |
| I 24 times 3 them odded the even |
| No probable reason, cloud 9 was a weekend |
| And now it’s been a year since I decided that seeing is believing |
| So think of my albums as painting ceilings |
| So whether it’s Traitor or Ocean’s Thirteen |
| Or maybe Talk to Me & I’m dressed as Petey Greene |
| Or it’s Hotel Rwanda and I’m fulfilling the need |
| Or maybe this is Fame & my name is Henry Lee |
| Or I’m Montell in Traffic or Rain Over Me |
| Or Rebounding, I’m goat’n it, Meteor Man Gold’n it |
| Rat Pack tapping it or whatever the focus is |
| Just know that ain’t nobody penning how I poet it |
| Best foot forward, so I guess I was leaping |
| I stress giving my all, but I guess they don’t see it |