Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bust These Lyrics, artist - T La Rock. Album song Lyrical King from the Boogie Down Bronx, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.03.2016
Record label: Fresh
Song language: English
Bust These Lyrics |
I’m attacking weak rappers, periodically destroying |
T La Rock, imitators have become so annoying |
I turn on my radio which I keep on the shelf |
Every station I turn to I keep hearing myself |
I hear myself on records I never made |
I’m not dumb my mind is sharper than the butchers blade! |
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angry like this and rappers who persist |
I explode like a bomb I get so pissed |
I can’t stand it no more, I try my best to implore |
Now it’s time for T La Rock to even the score! |
(Hook) |
I use the mic like a belt, beat rappers like children |
And then I condescend |
Graciously pretend to step off, though I may pretend to be through |
But this part of my strategy |
Disillusioning with pre-planned tactics |
Will protect myself like you do with prophylactics |
Ingenious ideas to despair my foes |
I stalk em and hawk 'em no matter where they go |
I’m the notorious fear inflicter |
I’m the mongoose, you’re the boa constrictor |
I’m good, you’re garbage, we’re easy to distinguish |
I will be the victor, you prefer to relinquish |
Huh! |
I’m ready to commence annihilation |
My mind is now morbid, there’s no rehabilitation |
I’m a rapper killer with the strength of a gorilla |
A brutal slayer, clone of Attila |
The Hun, you better run, punk flee while you can |
My orders to kill, there’ll be no count demands |
I’m entering the boundaries of insanity |
Grotesque actions altering humanity |
Disgusted to the fullest at all enemies |
Bold rappers who dare battle me are a tease |
I’m a professor of war, honorable veteran |
Strategy coordinator, acute militarian |
Profound, I’m bound to increase in my strength |
And definitely there’ll be no lengths |
Of you shit talking rappers who don’t even know me |
You’re as fictional to me as Obi Wan Kenobi! |
Like a tramp, you’re equal to a two cent stamp |
Your mind is dead, you will never revamp |
Or revise, surprise, I see you’re in shock |
Dontcha know? |
prepared to? |
I’m hot like lava, I’m ready to roast |
You weak duck rappers who keep playin' me close |
When I walk, heads slam, the people all chant |
I’m a walking time-bomb equivalent to a power plant! |
When challenged, I drool, I’m so powerful |
My jaws lock on the mic like the jaws of a pit bull |
I go mad, break out into a tantrum |
Mentally convert into a hip hop phantom |
My foes then panic, shake like a leaf |
Knowing their destruction will be short and brief |
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up like a snail, faces turn pale |
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a thousand miles a second on each finger nail |
I’m dangerous, deadly like a scorpion |
Fearless, undisputed champion |
Unique in the mind, and strength I’m like? |
Physique of a model, tall dark and handsome |
Black and you know it, nicknamed the poet |
The lyrical king who? |
to bring |
Funky fresh lyrics and keep running things! |
(Hook) |
Do it Greg! |
I have unmeasurable power, unbelievable force |
I bring more pleasure to the mind than sexual intercourse |
Rhyming is my specialty, rapping I’ve perfected |
Considered dead rappers I seeked and resurrected |
That climax of my power is beyond extreme |
I have the mind of a scientist to program dreams |
Like a magnet I attract, keep jams well packed |
Like a hypodermic needle my lyrics extract |
All bad thoughts, repulsing ideas |
Anxiety? |
I stimulate like beer |
Most lyric writers are well out of my league |
Like history! |
All my lyrics intrigue |
The thought of rap on the air was considered remote |
If you had leukemia there was no antidote |
As the world evolves many problems are solved |
To keep this good thing going I’ve become involved |
Join with me, Lou, and Greg, my comrades |
As a team our dream is to make you glad |
Remain a part of the hip hop world |
That goes to every man and woman |
Every boy and girl! |