Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bring It, artist - The Herbaliser. Album song Blow Your Headphones, in the genre Date of issue: 28.02.1997
Record label: Ninja Tune
Song language: English
Bring It |
| I’m not your average type of rapper, with the verbal chit-chatter |
| I hit matter, making your whole backbone shatter split |
| Then turn around like that old-school type of break |
| And the earth shaking with the beats that Herbalise is making Freaking turn up |
| my level 'til the shit starts speaking |
| Coming for the ass, like I miss on the heat sinking |
| I reckon I got you out double-checking the sleeve |
| Wish my songs extended like some chickens with weaves |
| I pass on the cash, don’t skip in my stash on |
| The brainwaves setting my path to straight days, I hate that |
| Wait, it seems that the negative views |
| Got these fools going out for green, cloth and jewels |
| Tools to stimulate the mind, I keep polished like silver shine |
| Making the bottle up of emcees quiver |
| I can’t deliver whole songs with no curse |
| Sendin' rappers on their way like 60 segregated buses |
| Bring it on if you wanna |
| The rap style’s gonna |
| Hit ya back, split ya |
| Take ya back to the under |
| Bring it on if you wanna |
| The rap style’s gonna |
| Hit ya back, split ya |
| Take ya back to the under |
| Bring it on if you wanna |
| The rap style’s gonna |
| Hit ya back, split ya |
| Take ya back to the under |
| Bring it on if you wanna |
| The rap style’s gonna |
| Hit ya back, split ya |
| Take ya down to the under, now |
| I bring it while ocean sips it singing |
| Ain’t nothing in, vibrating ears 'till they start to ring it |
| Circulates like a centrifuge |
| Sometimes I pronounce names wrong like |
| I go the extra mile just to catch |
| Or brains without the aid of a TEC |
| Emcees putting protection like some worms and some |
| Running lines like tip-saying, lyrical worker |
| sorta version of this if it’s on this |
| Coming cleaner than or a box of |
| now, ain’t that terrible |
| Bite my rhyme style, crunch delicious, it’s edible |
| I’m incredibly nice, the mic device feedback twice |
| Resurrecting the skills like Christ |
| I don’t blaspheme, I just say what my ass means |
| Take it the wrong way and get hit with the blast, fiend |
| For cash if you wanna, the lead team of runner |
| Spoke and scam to have your crew taken down in under |
| Energy’s potentially kinetic, your style’s pathetic |
| Claiming self understadin' but you just don’t get it |
| Bring it on if you wanna |
| The rap style’s gonna |
| Hit ya back, split ya |
| Take ya back to the under |
| Bring it on if you wanna |
| The rap style’s gonna |
| Hit ya back, split ya |
| Take ya back to the under |
| Bring it on if you wanna |
| The rap style’s gonna |
| Hit ya back, split ya |
| Take ya back to the under |
| Bring it on if you wanna |
| The rap style’s gonna |
| Hit ya back, split ya |
| Take ya down to the under, now |
| I break the microphone with the superfly delicious hyper tone |
| Enter the writer zone, bugging light when I riding on |
| Now we can do this any way you wanna bring it |
| I rhyme, scratch, produce or even sing it |
| I caress the mic, finesse like The Lord |
| Blessed pens to write verse, strike back like a light sword |
| Hittin' the chord, pseudo lyricists will get floored |
| You can’t swing it, and If you think so |
| Then bring it |