Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Click, artist - Torae. Date of issue: 27.06.2017
Song language: English
Click |
| Yo, turn the lights on. |
| I can’t see in here |
| I gotta see what’s goin' on man. |
| You hear me? |
| Turn the lights on. |
| Word |
| Click! |
| Uh huh. |
| Yeah, bring the horns. |
| Word up. |
| Here’s another one |
| The lights is on. |
| How we say that shit? |
| «Do It Now, Git It Done» |
| Ha ha. |
| Yeah. |
| Skyzoo. |
| Torae |
| Click! |
| I said the more often I rhyme the more awkward you find it |
| To be accepted by the lyrical minded |
| Individual, subliminal, criminal conscious |
| Makin' me numb how I’m stealin' the shine is |
| Defined as stupendous |
| Torae spittin' with splendedness |
| So my sentence is like a syllabus to the listeners |
| «Git It Done», got it done |
| Got 'em a lot of runs |
| We plotted on how to double back with a hotter one |
| Nigga I’m New York ground |
| Been holdin' New York down |
| With the creator of the New York sound |
| And there can never be another or a new version of nothin' |
| Niggas must of forgot where it started |
| Primo they buggin' |
| It’s more of the future, less of what you used ta |
| Whoever feel hip hop is dead, here’s a booster |
| With no cables or battery pack |
| So everybody lovin' the city, we glad that we back |
| You should sit down and listen to what the game’s been missin' |
| Cause «Reprogram"was my «Redefinition» |
| I guess Chairman’s Choice was just the beginnin' |
| Cause I’m the one to XXL for every sentence |
| I read every blog, every article printed |
| I heard every bar, every rhyme you was pennin' |
| I felt all the hate and the love |
| You niggas fake as a fuck |
| You want my spot nigga? |
| Take it in blood |
| «That's why I write the shit that I write in my rap |
| Everyday of the week I live in it, breathe in it» |
| «It is senseless for you to prevent this» |
| «I know you wanna enter but I can’t let you in» |
| The second coming of the shit that you fear |
| The first time they was callin' it luck |
| But low and behold I’m still in ya ear |
| See the difference is here |
| So keep that in your mind |
| When you rhymin' and you thinkin' bout leanin' on lyin' |
| Scrap whatever you thought and what you wanted to think |
| I attack your spot the minute that you fuck up and blink |
| Motivated by a Kennedy Fried, tropical fantasies |
| 7−1-8, Chris Wallace and James Yancy |
| Suck, the prodigal son chosen |
| Lyrical landmark, father with the flows is |
| So youngin' don’t confuse me with nothin' them dudes be |
| My leap year is outta your dude’s reach |
| Skyzoo change for change? |
| Hardly |
| Meanin' I’m signin' my contract with a Sharpie |
| Motherfuckers is buggin' if they want me to beg |
| I’ll be creepin' on a come up like |
| Deal with it |
| And through all that, I’m still with it |
| The beat is still sluttin' so yeah, I still dick it |
| Huh, it’s clear as day but y’all don’t see it ock |
| I guess I’m like a lost episode of Graffiti Rock |
| Or somethin' like the wax that the record is made from |
| They need me more than they say son |
| Okay Player? |
| So you can type whatever you want to type |
| But I still write better than everyone that you like |
| «That's why I write the shit that I write in my rap |
| Everyday of the week I live in it, breathe in it» |
| «It is senseless for you to prevent this» |
| «I know you wanna enter but I can’t let you in» |