文本歌词

First Words Worse - C-Rayz Walz
The truth is y'all haters
Had to lie to do it
I am loose like a loop is with
A loop chick grindin' to it
Old school like colt 45
Lunch lines and pumas
You heard I blaze hoop
I denied the rumors
Your mic don't sound nice
You shouldn't even check 1 2
I disrespect who come through
My intellect is kung-fu
In the midst of the women
That miss the man
The new millennium bush baby
With a mystic plan
Digi download
Sound scan exam top ten choice
You wanna speak out
My label keeps getting my invoice
If I sound sarcastic
I meant to do it
Wack emcee's breath stink
You need a mint
Revenge of the words
Rap hip-hop
Underground mainstream
Stop lick a shot pop
Hit the charts
Aim for the top
And still get down when we drop
Revenge of the words
Rap hip-hop underground mainstream
Stop lick a shot pop
Hit the charts
Aim for the top
And still get down when we drop
I got different flows for different shows
They don't know the half
I am different on a ho
I use a knife to cut clad
But if the fights not ending
These old school slugs can
Get ya life suspended
Your not safe
With the ninjas hatred agenda
Fix ya shape up (go head)
Put your face in a blender
There's no such thing
As friendly contradiction
My competition loses
Consciousness of composition
While I am on the toilet with an L
My sh*t is smokin'
I got grown folks laughin'
They think the kids jokin'
But I won't dumb it down
To double my dollars
I'd rather piss on your lawn
Then leave a puddle in my boxers
Get knocked out before
Round ones begun
Just for gettin' smart with me
And you sound dumb
Melon head coward motherf**k
Your honeydew crew that's lookin'
No need to fight you fool
My cough is woopin'
Revenge of the words
Rap hip-hop underground mainstream
Stop lick a shot pop hit the charts
Aim for the top
And still get down when we drop
Revenge of the words
Rap hip-hop underground mainstream
Stop lick a shot pop hit the charts
Aim for the top
And still get down when we drop
When I rap you hear spaceships
Martians lasers targets
I face f**k ya b**ch squad
Lace anal compartments
Comic books bibles
Bar-codes orphans
This little tarana go spit livin' distorted
This wanna live
In the clearing of sins fortress
Brooklynites babble on
Crass blast portraits
Meanwhile back in the box
Cutter for tongue talk micro
Cause I am awesome plus dumb bop
Young cop rookie
The pj beat nerve rack tension
City of stress depressed
Words slap brethren
45 dust dirty dumb sh*t
Analog function punctured
Run b**ch covered
The cloud of defeat complete hovers
Juxie slow burn
Slow mo flow colors
Rookie no run
Just son suck something
El product album of raw saw destruction
Revenge of the words
Rap hip-hop
Underground mainstream
Stop lick a shot pop
Hit the charts
Aim for the top
And still get down when we drop
Revenge of the words
Rap hip-hop
Underground mainstream
Stop lick a shot pop
Hit the charts
Aim for the top
And still get down when we drop
And this verse is the
Soundtrack to sickness
I give it to all y'all
Who think you can't get it