Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fly That Knot, artist - Talib Kweli. Album song Right About Now, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Javotti Media
Song language: English
Fly That Knot |
Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin' 'bout |
Yeah, we on fire |
We gotta call the fire department |
Let’s go |
Yo, yo, yo |
I don’t know why people try to be live when they not |
I gotta blow up they spot so I fly that knot |
Yo, I know you like that |
You like that! |
Yeah, yeah |
There’s an E! |
True Hollywood Story for the pluckin' it’s ripe |
How cats is stuck in purgatory for life |
Tryin' to fight the enemy without sight |
They in the dark swingin' right to left |
Clingin' to the little bit of light that’s left |
And can’t escape the room, you can’t escape the tomb |
You all wear a mask sometimes, I can relate to Doom |
That make the whole world earthquake, shake, and move |
The beat create a mood or eat your whole plate of food |
You can’t come close like an order of protection |
That this is myself in the pack was sort of my intention |
Slaughter anybody testin' my callin', my profession |
Anymore questions will born 'em a lesson |
A demonstration of takin' it all the way home |
While you stuck at first base and |
It’s like havin' relations without the penetration |
Basically doin' nathin' |
You a waste of space and time |
Always chasin' mine is how you lost your place in line |
I don’t know why people try to be live when they not |
I gotta blow up they spot so I fly that knot |
We got that uncut flow that bring the cops out |
Pay and groan like young Mike and get knocked out |
I don’t know why people try to be live when they not |
I gotta blow up they spot so I fly that knot |
Yeah, free the radio population |
Kweli and Doom the 1−2, the combination |
Let’s go |
About time you heard a rhyme flow with DOOM and Kweli |
To catch you with the combo, boom boom, Muhammad Ali |
Versus Potsie cursin' Yahtzee at the crap table |
Burstin' caps at a Nazi rap label |
Oops, a pot of hot tea spilt on the cable |
Evaporate an ice grill, read the seeds of Aesop fables |
Children, come sit, gather |
Face the rapid fire of the super slap shit outta liar |
The end |
Villain, the champ tramp |
Flowin' since they had him holdin' ??? |
at the Kuumba camp |
He cleaned his mask with a shoe mitt |
And a little bit of her blue spit |
She told him you so stupid |
Wiped it off, got dressed and left |
Everybody instigating, not just the ref |
We can shoot the fire on the dirt ground, rocks out |
Live with the worst sound, first round knock out |