Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Here We Go, artist - The Jokerr. Album song Trail of Destruction: A Chronicle of Epic Disses, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.12.2013
Record label: The Jokerr
Song language: English
Here We Go |
Yo! |
Can you imagine the pain I’ve been through for years living underground |
The dirt turning my coloured gowns thick grungy brown |
Comin' hard at you imitators, don’t be fooled homie |
Takin' the name, stakin' the claim, the one and only |
It’s the real Jokerr, with a big-ass chip on my shoulder |
Pushin' a boulder over a cliff, squishin' an ogre |
Sittin' alone, chippin' in stone, tablets of Moses |
Carvin' new commandments out for my own savage indulgence |
I’ve been holding a grudge, itchin' to exact my vengeance |
Bad Intentions, enacted by the blackened henchmen |
And the hands of the diabolical masked magician |
With the two pronged hat danglin' back in the wind whippin' |
Thunderbolt crashes and bright flashes |
With spiraling cumulus clouds in the sky cappin' |
Welcome to my labyrinth, vampire bats and white chasms |
Now try laughing bastards! |
Here we go, Here we go, Here we go |
Everybody better know, better know, better know |
Hey, if you wanna play with the J to the O |
You probably figured that I would have been gone, but now I’m coming back ohhh |
Here we go, Here we go, and it isn’t Welcome To The Show |
I take it to a whole new level |
And you know it so be careful when you open up your mouth and try disrespecting |
me |
I’m sticking the snobbiest clergy to the humblest late commoners |
Take it back when I’m old like government wage garnishments |
I’m jacking alien race, gettin' a high speed chase through space |
Hop in the black hole and shake Romulans |
I’m universal like joints on drive shafts |
I drain my bladder on any rapper on the ladder I climb past |
You deniers lit a fire under the lion’s ass |
Fuck being stuck in the bucket with you benign crabs |
I look at life with a cynical slant |
Society slighted me I try to bring myself to forgive 'em, but can’t |
I was already wound tight, they keep twisting the clamp |
I bottle it up, blow my top, get belligerent and rant |
Cussin' out anybody, even if they ain’t involved |
Kickin' walls, flailin' on the ground like spoiled kids in malls |
And I ain’t socially sensitive at all |
I put on stilts and flip midgets off bitches! |
Usually when it comes to my rhymes and cussin', I’m frugal |
But I’m the only rapper dope enough to criticize my shit, so fuck your approval |
And fuck a suburbanite swag rapper of any race |
I’ll slap him in his face 'til it fuckin' disintegrates |
Fuck a horrorcore rapper trynna collab |
My prices ain’t high cause I’m that good, they’re cause you’re that bad |
So bitch to your faggot fans on Facebook about it |
That was the last chance that your shit talkin' ass had |
I promise you don’t want it, I’ll call you out and stand there |
Daring you to spit publicly, admist the fanfare |
Fuck bullets, you’ll be sweatin' nuclear bombs at home over a blank pad, |
shakin' with a bland stare |
Think hard as you can yeah, and while you’re at it, I’mma stop fucking with you |
and go diss an artist who’s fans care |
Just be damn 'ware what you saying when you playing in the sandman’s lair, |
heh yeah! |
All I’m saying, is come correct you know? |
I’ve worked too hard and too long at this to be takin' that kinda shit from a |
punk like you |
Hell no the respect ain’t mutual |
I’m on some grown man shit, you’re on some «go cry to your fans» shit |
And in case you didn’t get the memo, the underground is officially under new |
management |
So that means, unless I need something from you, sit down and shut the fuck up! |
Ain’t you got some weekly freebie to record or some shit? |
Maybe a $ 25 collab with some other whack-ass artist |
Expanding your legacy and shit, fuckin' Prone Records |
Everybody on your whole roster sounds like a gasping asshole |
Get out of here, you ain’t a spitter |
Why don’t you go play with your little horrorcore buddies |
Go build a fort |
You better check the repertoire before you come knockin' at my shit |