Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Decadence, artist - Slum Village. Album song siCde-s / C Sides, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.11.2016
Record label: Ne'Astra
Song language: English
Decadence |
Dream team you’re better then you listen them |
Nah dawg, ain’t no fuckin catching them, |
Niggas talk tall and can’t act for them |
I guess they got they fucking halos protecting them |
Just speak on it dawg, yo, it’s decadence |
You’re running with raw, it’s decadence |
You can’t see us, it’s decadence |
We the realest around nigga, respected yea |
(Verse) |
I’m out of order my buy, my bipolar dissorder |
Lord of the horror that killed Dora and that fuckin explorer |
I turn the sword into a man alughter, I’m buying stroker |
I drain the put on this trap then rhyme Oprah |
Up in this you penalized, we flyin vultures |
In a desert with seven limbs, no signs — hopeless |
You never wins, I’m better than ever been, |
They say I’m going broke now, I’ve never been a wind, |
Our buddy dudes, they hit their hollow chins, |
We the tightest, word to James and Titus |
I offer this, minus the riders |
Ocaidas with Mike’s lip, I cause crisis |
(Hook) |
Dream team you’re better then you listen them |
Nah dawg, ain’t no fuckin catching them, |
Niggas talk tall and can’t act for them |
I guess they got they fucking halos protecting them |
Just speak on it dawg, yo, it’s decadence |
You’re running with raw, it’s decadence |
You can’t see us, it’s decadence |
We the realest around nigga, respected yea |
(Verse) |
Ball in the corner pocket, aiming like I’m shooting moving targets |
Underground like the black market, |
Rocking stones not colognes |
Onyx joints, wear black diamonds |
Don’t wanna live up on hollow points, |
Rock don shit, Gucci shades with the night vision |
So even when it’s dark I’m a technician |
Slick game keep it raw like a coke line |
Beats by Jay nigga you can smoke mine |
In my own lane never do it like they do |
Sudden some whatever I touch down like ey you, |
Paid dues, official like a may do, |
RZA, dealer, I’m from the same school. |
(Hook) |
Dream team you’re better then you listen them |
Nah dawg, ain’t no fuckin catching them, |
Niggas talk tall and can’t act for them |
I guess they got they fucking halos protecting them |
Just speak on it dawg, yo, it’s decadence |
You’re running with raw, it’s decadence |
You can’t see us, it’s decadence |
We the realest around nigga, respected yea |
(Verse) |
Peace to the villa, all the way back to H pilla, face scylla |
Grade A spitter, |
Patient as a grave digger, |
Meaning I wait for a sound then I react why you’re playing around then I |
Produce the hit the way I do it, you won’t know if it’s beef or making music, |
I got your number homie, tailor suited |
I measure your arms before I slay a Judas |
I take em through it, |
I’m Samuel as hell for folk fiction |
Burning ales in hell then exhale |
Then I give em hell like hell and twist wings |
Brainstorming while you try to send sale. |
The rest fail, tryin to derail the hustle, |
I got a candle unleashed with no muzzles, |
Your whole team’s on the bubble, |
And we’re buzzin em, giving them trouble |
We leave em searching to the rubble. |
(Hook) |
Dream team you’re better then you listen them |
Nah dawg, ain’t no fuckin catching them, |
Niggas talk tall and can’t act for them |
I guess they got they fucking halos protecting them |
Just speak on it dawg, yo, it’s decadence |
You’re running with raw, it’s decadence |
You can’t see us, it’s decadence |
We the realest around nigga, respected yea |