Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Critically Acclaimed, artist - Statik Selektah. Album song Critically Acclaimed b/w The Thrill Is Gone, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.09.2009
Record label: Brick
Song language: English
Critically Acclaimed |
Uh, what the fuck, what the fuck, huh? |
Uh, if I ask you who’s your top 10 greatest rappers dead or alive |
And you don’t mention my name, I’m a blacken your eyes |
I’m from the bottom of the 'ville, duke I had to survive |
Where them snakes that’ll murder your fam' and then slap you a five |
Keep it goin now, P.E. |
shit, hold it now |
Big bag of white widow, kiddo (throw it down) |
It’s the death of a MC, death of the Auto-Tune |
Death of the motherfuckin engineer that recorded to ya |
You’re spaced out, what the fuck you recordin for motherfuckers on the moon? |
This is for my real corner goons |
It’s Fame (M.O.P.), back at it again |
Cop killer, slugs, black 'matic and gauge |
Niggas ain’t gon' give me my credit |
So hear’s a couple of curse words for y’all niggas to edit |
Suck a dick, you trick punk bitch |
You fuckin with the Brownsville warriors, I’m so glorious |
— w/ ad libs |
«Tell 'em Fame» |
«Lil' Fame in the» |
«Holdin it down, for New York City» |
«It's (BK), it’s (all day)» |
«Statik Selektah» |
«Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame» |
«New York, is takin the scene back» |
«Yes sir» |
«The world;s most underrated» |
«I'm showin off for Statik» |
«Brownsville» |
Haha, look |
Oh I get it, you thought you was dealin with some regular niggas |
Fishermen’ll find your fuckin head in a river |
See my competitors quiver, holdin slugs, I’d rather deliver |
Yeah I got locked but I’m here, he a dead nigga |
You can’t compare it, I hear niggas with 25, say fuck inside, I’m a wear it |
From dead niggas, I don’t hear shit |
Think before you risk losin your health |
Niggas grillin me, should understand man, you’re just confusin yourself |
Cause I don’t buy that, that shit is whack, it’s a smart act |
Tell a cat let’s do a car jack, see where his heart at |
If he refuse it, then Omnipotent might lose it |
If he do it, we gon' see he fuckin stupid and use it |
To make 'em do shit, like rob a club with a pool stick |
On a train stickin chicks in they tit with a toothpick |
Lay back and laugh at this jackass |
Make 'em let me use his army coat pocket as my personal crack stash |
If he ever backlash, let the black MAC |
Blast from the back of his cap up to the crack of his ass |
Look it here, niggas took it there, like a crook’ll care |
I unload, all ya hear is blooka blooka yeah, blooka yeah, nigga |
— w/ ad libs |
«Saigon-Saigon the Don» |
«Holdin it down, for New York City» |
«It's (BK), it’s (all day)» |
«Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame» |
«When it comes to verbs, I be flippin |
Cause herbs just be shittin off the words I be kickin» |
«Say word» |
«That's word, Sean don’t give a (give a)» |
Haha, what up? |
Yo, Sean P, Statik Selek', pass me the sket |
Shoot the first whack rapper spittin trash on the set |
Pass me a check cause nigga don’t be rappin for free |
Rap for a fee, producers, I rap for a beat |
Fuck around and get smacked with the heat, wrapped in a sheet, cremate 'em |
Loved across the board, P. hate 'em |
I don’t like thugs (thugs), I don’t like nerds |
I don’t like myself and I hate bein disturbed |
I hate seein you birds, hummin, stunt on the block |
Suckin cock for a hundred a 'wap |
Get a job, I used to sell rocks in front of my mom’s building |
Twelve hundred a day, now me and my moms chillin |
Uh, I write raps, make five stacks a show |
Sell white to white people, stay playin in snow (okay) |
Stay rakin in dough (yeah), you stay hatin the flow |
Assault and battery, I stay breakin your nose |
— w/ ad libs |
«So what» |
«Just wonder why he’s fuckin crazy» |
«Holdin it down, for New York City» |
«It's (BK), it’s (all day)» |
«Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame …» |
«Somewhere» |