Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Silent, artist - Violet Indiana. Album song Choke, in the genre Электроника
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Record label: Soleil Après Minuit
Song language: English
Silent |
Yeah, six o’clock in the morning |
That’s right, you gotta get your darts right |
Spray ya’ll niggas on some marksman shit] |
I got ready to graze |
Took my hat off and the crowd went crazy |
Bitches threw their panties, the sound man was fannin’me |
The whole place was standin', G What they chant, we was family |
Jumped in the crowd and I swam to sea |
Threw me to the back, surprise, I still had my chains on me Dana Dane, front row bitches, I bang all three |
Say, yo, Meth, fuck it, throw a Jim Brownski |
Versace, banana color robes and my socks be Them Billie Jean shits and they real Rocky |
The fans can’t knock me I bench Coliseums while Genius spot me Plus I’m cocky, bitch |
Once I, took off the hoodie, revealed the face |
Cop patrol couldn’t control the place |
I got groupies backstage, lined up at the gate |
The signs up, yellin', «We love your tape!» |
I’m sorry I took so long, didn’t mean to make ya’ll wait |
But good things take time to create |
You can find me, in your studio |
Half baked, eatin’ganja cake |
Tryin’to make my next release date |
With Ghost, Street, GZA, great minds relate |
You know a brother bond is hard to break |
When we perform we cause the Earth to shake |
Ain’t nuthin’change, it’s still those same niggas you love to hate |
GZA… |
I set examples over amplified samples |
That’s scratched in the club, ducks begin to trample |
On those fell victim, body loss they souls |
These beats when I picked 'em |
Jones played the role, soldiers brave and bold |
RZA paid the roll, GZA buries the scrolls |
Then months later it was, then years later it was |
Written on loose leaf, that old formula |
That was stolen by new thieves |
The journalist watched it, critics couldn’t knock it A piece of history that they carried in they pocket |
With the time factor, speed was the order of the day |
What a delay, they were able to, what he would say |
Why waste the slot time, of the ridiculous rhyme |
That’s only excused by a generous mind |
I kept 'em stored in the shelters like the goods in cans |
'Til I turned rap villes into harvested lands |