Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Drill , by - Zion I. Song from the album The Alpha: 1996-2006, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 07.09.2009
Record label: Live Up
Song language: English
The Drill |
| Stranded on this island |
| Myself needing solid ground |
| Let the match spark the flame like a pilot |
| See me on the side and little Z better holla |
| Always pop my collar, roll like a rottweiler |
| Diesel when we flex this, slide in my Lexus |
| Amp Live always represent Texas |
| I’ma get it hotter than a dance hall chatta |
| Flex like it’s oral sex, vexed as your |
| Why you gettin' jeal', baby |
| I keep it solar, melt down your polar |
| You’re just a little baby cub, I’m a sonar |
| I’ve been doin it and doin it well |
| But you probably couldn’t tell cause I’m short on my mail |
| Make or break since double 8, makin' it sell |
| But they told me at the label but I rebel |
| I’m like Nat Turner carrying two black burners |
| My rap stacks attack like axe murders |
| And push further to the point, no return |
| Zion I burn like a big stick of sherm |
| Is you with this? |
| (what?) You know the drill |
| It’s Zion I, massive on the real |
| Did you like that? |
| (one) We gotta be (two) |
| We end on a (three) then we rock for you… |
| Is you with this? |
| Come on little mama, is you with this? |
| Come on little mama, is you with this? |
| Come on little mama, yeah… |
| I’m like the cat working corporate that never got a raise |
| Who slaved in Hell a thousand days, underpaid |
| Went to school to be a scholar now I’m miseducated |
| Fuck what you know if you still can’t make it |
| Seen a sister shake or break it to pay them monthly bills |
| Tuition, rent, survival skills it’s for real |
| But I’m stuck in this limbo, I speak to my kinfolk |
| Relate to the style cause you understand, you been broke |
| Seen a lot of sufferin, seen a lot of woes |
| But where I finally go only mighty Jah knows |
| So I, spit my lines making minds hypnotize |
| I hope the gates of Heaven open wide when I die |
| While you clamor with glamour I’ll be stammering grammar |
| You like Arm & Hammer, I’m the funk Alabama |
| To bounce with the clout bringing large amounts |
| Trust me, keep it dusty, turn shit out |