Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Teacher's Trademark , by - Snowgoons. Song from the album German Lugers, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопTeacher's Trademark |
| Wise Intelligent |
| Poor Righteous Teacher |
| Snowgoons |
| Dirty Jerz, Germany connect |
| This how’s 'bout to happen |
| Sick of them trick turn insignificant talk |
| Robbing and killing them of teacher trademark |
| Cool, unscrupulous gangsta I fear not |
| So they murmur a teacher without second thought |
| «I control the stage since the golden age» — Edo G 'Claimin' Respect 2' |
| Remember knick knack patty wack give a dog a bone? |
| No, don’t give 'em nothin' but the fo' fifth chrome |
| A muzzle, knuckles, some tribulation and trouble |
| Lean on his scheme until his punk ass crumble |
| Humble, hustle, Timothy never tumble |
| Any hood that I come through, rappers call me they uncle |
| And if I’m repping my jungle, Dirty Jerz in ya house |
| Sit thirty birds on ya couch, put more than words in they mouth |
| I’m that spinner who sips a fifth of cherry wine in his whip |
| I quote a scripture, paint a clear picture 'bout how this shit gon' get ya |
| Get ya wide like sister’s thighs when they welcoming Wise |
| Or they eyes when they surprised by the rotten' insides |
| But besides my sexual powers I was just fucking with ya |
| Switch the issue, I had some issues so I copped me a pistol |
| Yet I’m peace, repping the east Redbrick City and such |
| We were skinny can not get any niggas give me they lunch |
| Sick of them trick turn insignificant talk |
| Robbing and killing them of teacher trademark |
| Cool, unscrupulous gangsta I fear not |
| So they murmur a teacher without second thought |
| I’m going downtown baby, your street in the Dodge Viper |
| Call me the Pied Piper, I got ya chick to follow |
| I got the nickle hollows, I get the pickle swallow |
| I tell a copper, «Listen, I ain’t Amadou Diallo.» |
| I say many bottles, Dolce Gabbana models |
| I makes 'em wobble wobble |
| Watch how they shake and drop it |
| Cop it, if it’s MC’s on the topic |
| Negros believe I’m a prophet, critics agree but they knock it |
| Till I put g’s in they pocket |
| Cock this heater and pop it |
| Watch it, Redbrick City bet it to a buck fifty |
| She wanna fuck skinny, up in the truck with me |
| Bend over bump with me, never suck a slut titties |
| Mind on this money see this money is mine |
| This might sound funny but I’m still wonderful with the rhyme |
| You see I’m still independent and defending my grind |
| So while you clapping that iron out I’ll be perfectly fine, ya dig? |
| Sick of them trick turn insignificant talk |
| Robbing and killing them of teacher trademark |
| Cool, unscrupulous gangsta I fear not |
| So they murmur a teacher without second thought |
| Uh oh, heads up cause I’m dropping some shit |
| How any topic ya pick when I’m on top of ya mix I like it |
| Mid tempo when my shit go on your instrumental |
| Yeah still it ain’t that simple, to be this influential |
| Intelligently yet eccentrically live |
| I pack big guns when I ride, who like to see if I’m lying? |
| I pop up every so often costing MC’s their jobs |
| But why the fuck were they high? |
| They’re narcolepticly tired |
| Money managed way lacking talent most artistically challenged |
| Preacher balanced between the talent and the marketing dollars |
| should be popping they collars, stop and holler |
| You never find a rhymer hotter than him |
| The talented Tim |
| Taylor don’t be hating on them |
| Well fuck it I am, don’t be overrating 'em then |
| The paper the pen |
| The tools of which I use to ascend when tagging my name |
| Trying to get my foot in the game |
| Sick of them trick turn insignificant talk |
| Robbing and killing them of teacher trademark |
| Cool, unscrupulous gangsta I fear not |
| So they murmur a teacher without second thought |
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Snowgoons
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Wise Intelligent