Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bring It , by - Tonedeff. Song from the album Underscore, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 14.07.2003
Record label: QN5
Song language: English
Bring It |
| If you really want it… I can bring it to ya |
| If you really want it… I can bring it to ya |
| If you really want it… I can bring it to ya |
| So, make up your mind, cause I’m itching to move through ya |
| You have never heard this flow before |
| Hold your soul in and then close the door |
| Shut it tight, cause I bring that raw hardcore |
| Dirty flow to pump and leave your heart sore |
| I’m sure the rhythms and the rhymes are pure |
| The lyrical auteur to pitiful sophomores |
| Emcee wannabes that all got tours |
| Prepare to surrender your shit and fall to all fours |
| This is yet another redefinition of the emcee |
| With a view to a kill no matter what the lens see |
| I focus on flawed imaginations that’s empty |
| And devoid of funk, pre-eminently |
| I’ve bent the original rules of rhyming so that nothing prevents me |
| Cause the drum & the bass tempt me |
| I’ve sent these words in verse, so, evidently you’re done |
| Cause I refuse to bring it to you gently |
| You can call me the freeze-frame shutterbug |
| Cause I’ll stop you dead in your tracks |
| And snap your picture while I’m at it |
| I’ve had it up to here with the static and the jeers |
| Response from my peers is automatic wreaking havoc on your ears |
| Been rapping for years, mastered every aspect |
| Of this craft, that I’m saddened to say is stagnant |
| I be laughing at half-wits, just coming to grasp with |
| Vocabulary patterns that’s average, as I play with Symantecs |
| Famous for tactics, Lines that I — say with a passion age into classics |
| All while entertaining the masses |
| Drastic measures are implemented all in your head |
| The sandman to put 'em to sleep and then swallow the bed |
| I never, follow the trends, I’ll bend whatever you set |
| I’ll embody your style, and dismember your rep |
| Inventive and set on revising, revolutionizing the gears in this mega-machine |
| The appointed head of the team |
| Set on defeating the feeble, Completion is the true test |
| T-o-n-e-d-e-double-the-F, who’s next? |
| Push forth, That’s what this Jux' for |
| Never fall for these crooks with more titles bookstores |
| Always scheming on good scores, creaking on wood floors |
| But peep 'em and their hook’s horse-shit, and their look’s poor |
| Bordering on absurdity, Served the underground for an eternity |
| Yet, certainly most radio stations ain’t never heard of me |
| Thirty-percent of these niggas is flossing |
| The other seventy’s thugging, emulating whatever they’re watching |
| Caution, lost one, ain’t you see the sign? |
| Music’s redefined |
| Just read between the lines |
| I’m bringing my expertise of extra heat |
| To melt this ice age at the hundred and 10th degree |
| Preventing me from accomplishing this is inexplicably devious thinking |
| Like shooting holes in a boat as you’re sinking |
| Odds of survival, reduced to those of finding decent delinquents |
| If you stand in the way of progression, I’m pleased to bring it |