Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Stick-Up Tape From "Menace", artist - Skyzoo. Album song In Celebration of Us, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, First Generation Rich
Song language: English
The Stick-Up Tape From "Menace" |
The star of the story we love so well, well enough to repeat, imitation’s |
flattery and everything it precedes, |
Imitation happens to be everything we believe, and everything we see leave, |
But leaving doesn’t come with us so never would we leave, |
So if there’s ever a moment you do see leave, |
Then it was live or die, it fit you like a reply, |
And then all of the attention is with you until you blind, |
And then all that you was given was written for you to find, |
As true as the religion concealing your .45, |
.45's and gauges, Macs in fact, it switch places, act for act, |
It switch stages or switch pages it gets make shift and gets taken, |
It gets layman’s then gets sacred, |
It’s a complicated turn of a events with lights over it, |
And based on any further intent, you might notice it, |
Like, intent on being noticed for what you been on, |
And what you stood on being the motto that you live on, |
'cause what you stood on came from the crate you would sit on, |
And you would look on and see how you was 'sposed to get on, |
And when you get on, you put on where the attention at, |
And know that looking on is to listen back, and getting back |
Everything you did it for, bright as what you living for, |
Promise it would never turn dim at all |
And all it took to come to life was a stage to live it, |
Shit can happen overnight if you’re awake to get it, |
Like aiming before you draw and what it takes to hit it, |
Or Caine and O-Dog, the stick up tape from menace |
Before you leave, make sure you leave with it |
It’s like knowing where the cameras in the walls are, |
And they were already talking for you before the talk starts, |
And your direction comes into question like it was On Star, |
It’s either turn it on for the tape or turn into wall art, |
Or maybe you was there but you really wasn’t, |
In the cut, but before it cut you can feel it coming, |
Quicker than you ever could’ve thought without interrupting, |
Bottle on the floor and now you wishing you didn’t touch it, |
Empty the cash register out 'fore you get to running, |
Now there’s a motive on top of that tape rolling |
On top of that other motive that same tape ain’t notice, |
It’s all context, but get all that acclaim and you’ll get to love it, |
It starts as a flash, it grows into fluorescence, |
It goes into an essence that poses when you press it, like the tape do, |
It dares you to mimic it like «son what your aim do?», |
And however you fit in that light is how it takes you, |
Like, word to a shooter’s touch, steady as ever like you shooting up, |
Brighter than ever, you ain’t losing much, |
And validation is everything that you knew it was, |
You finger prints on a bottle but that ain’t proving much, |
For the importance of needing importance, |
Until its loud enough where somebody’s seeing you for it, |
And calling for everything you did it for, as dull as what you living for, |
Promised it would never turn dim at all |
And all it took to come to life was a stage to live it, |
Shit can happen overnight if you’re awake to get it, |
Like aiming before you draw and what it takes to hit it, |
Or Caine and O-Dog, the stick up tape from menace |
Before you leave, make sure you leave with it |
Leave with enough time for them to forget what they heard, |
But still enough time for you to spread that word, |
Word is that words don’t be enough |
But certain words be worth speaking up, |
Up over how we think they know us, |
Still up under where they hold us, |
Eye level with what they showed us but, |
Still up, all up with «they», but «they» who?, |
«they» me or «they» you?, |
'cause «they» see what «they» do |
And «they» mean what «they» drew |
But «they» keeping «they» cool, and, |
They need you to be you, so go ‘head, be you, |
But know that that tape’s on |
And you might not be able to take shorty to the back like |
«bitch that tape ain’t yours, hand that over so me and my man can break north», |
Still up, and still us, all for validation |
Because they told us we wasn’t valid, |
Told us we ain’t matter so, now we matter right?, |
Matter to us, matter to you, matter to they, |
It matters what we say and what we portray |
But what matters is what we became, |
All for «they», so for better and worse |
Make sure they spread that around, |
Cause all it took to come to life was a stage to live it, |
Shit can happen overnight if you’re awake to get it, |
Like aiming before you draw and what it takes to hit it, |
Or Caine and O-Dog, the stick up tape from menace |
Before you leave, make sure you leave with it |