Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Megagraphitti , by - Vordul Mega. Song from the album Megagraphitti, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 18.08.2008
Record label: Backwoodz Studioz
Song language: English
Megagraphitti |
| Trapped in the darkness |
| Spittin' these raps like we trapped up in Spofford |
| Goin' through nonsense |
| Spittin' forbidden raps off the noggin |
| Trapped up in Gotham |
| Rappin' assassins from Harlem |
| Burn you trash-ass rappers to ashes |
| We sparkin' the L’s in the parkin' |
| Burnin' the cess and reflectin' on life as a young adolescence |
| Pressin' the pen to the page, learn the lessons |
| No worries, no stressin' |
| Just tryin' to calm the pain, so I bomb my brain |
| Straight up, with Absolut vodka |
| Tryin' to get at these coppers |
| Who lettin' off 41 shots on the block-a |
| Represent heavenly divine, and we’ll pop ya |
| It’s like war on the ghetto on streets |
| It’s like war givin' metal to beasts |
| I got caught tryin' to settle some beef |
| Now I chill, tryin' to get up in me |
| Writin' these raps, blazin' them trees |
| It’s like war on the ghetto on streets |
| It’s like war givin' metal to beasts |
| I got caught tryin' to settle some beef |
| Now I chill, tryin' to get up in me |
| Writin' these raps, blazin' them trees |
| Ready to put holes in you crime unit po-nuts |
| Eatin' jelly donuts, chillin' on the block and we go nuts |
| These cops tryin' to blow up every damn spot |
| And you know what, I’mma stay bustin' Ghetto Revolution |
| Blinkin' wit the luger, doin' what I gotta |
| Trapped in that everyday saga, bustin' for Diallo |
| Livin' trapped in the Apple where it’s rotten |
| Cats stay plottin', fiendin' in the market |
| Knowin' us niggas is nothin' but targets |
| Starvin', surrounded with nothin' but everyday problems |
| Bust Ghetto Rev, bust Ghetto Rev |
| Bust Ghetto Rev, straight to the head |
| Puffin' on a beadie, yo, pump Megilah graphitti |
| Live and direct, interject with thoughts that get me vexed |
| Bitches and Becks get me wet |
| Hyped on the set, bustin' Ghetto Rev 'til I’m dead |
| Crackin' dutches to fuck up my head |
| It’s like everyday it rains |
| Sometimes it feels like I’m trapped in a maze of pain |
| Tryin' to escape insane thoughts that cross my mind |
| In due time, I was like… taught divine |
| Holdin' the mic, starvin' to shine |
| Writin' these lines you snort, to pop the cork |
| Everyday remain live, cause animals rock |
| New York, it’s like we pop all sorts of pills |
| To painkill, yo, days that’s cold |
| I stay froze, trapped inside New York, the Cold Vein |
| Just a blood vessel tryin' to move, but I own pay |
| Straight up, raps thats raw, not, ugh |
| Raps thats raw, Ghetto Rev, Ghetto Rev |
| You know, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto |
| It’s like war in the ghetto on streets |
| It’s like war givin' metal to beasts |
| I caught caught tryin' to settle some beef |
| Now I chill, tryin' to get up in me |
| Writin' these raps, blazin' them trees |
| It’s like … in the ghetto on streets |
| It’s like … givin' metal to beasts |
| I got … tryin' to settle some beef |
| Now I chill, tryin' to get up in me |
| Writin' these raps, blazin' them trees |
| Zach One on the boards, you know |
| We out in the street doin' our thing, whatever |
| It’s all clever, Megagraphitti |
| Straight up for you Rap City niggas |