文本歌词

Not Many (Remix|Explicit) - Scribe/Savage/David Dallas
Written By：P Wadams/M Luafutu
Pito Saute Aukilagi
It ain't good it ain't good
'Cos you'll get jumped in my hood
Pito Saute Aukilagi
It ain't good it ain't good
'Cos you'll get jumped in my hood ah
It's the remix yeah
I'm hearin' you still talking
That sh*t but none of your actions
Here are speakin' to me
I'm talkin' it walkin' it
My stompin' style will stop your movement'
Hold up who's this
Still leavin' you with cuts and bruises
So cut the b******t before
I rrrrock your face with a pool stick
Dirty dawnraid and frontline
P money scribe savage and con psy
Everybody is feelin' that sh*t
I'm out your speakers like Ill semantics
On stage for the crowd reaction
Everyone just bounce your asses
Keep it movin' uh huh New Zealand music
South auckland raise your arms
Let me see you throw it up
And I will always represent my crew
Decep deceptikonz what
How many dudes you know roll like this
How many dudes you know flow like this
Not many if any
Not many if any
How many dudes you know got the skills
To go and rock a show like this
Uh uh uh uh I don't know anybody
You know who this is act right
It's the kid comin' up that's flow is untapped
Wrote enough drafts know enough raps
Off the head skill that'll crush cats
But it's hard to spit without comin' off arrogant
And y'all insist on droppin' comparisons
And y'all who sit mouths runnin' and chatterin'
Get off my **** you're so f**kin' embarrassing
Y'all don't want no part of this upon this ish
I serve the ill like a pharmacist I'm on to this
I've been broke like promises
So if you get me started kid
You're gonna see the consequence and y'all
Don't want that
'Cos I stay on gimme you're words to play on
And I'ma make your writtens look
Thick like you lost your pen
And wrote it in crayon
But yo y'all should play the back like scenery
I'm d**e the writings on the wall like graffiti
So y'all can't even hold your own
You get a manicure if you're goin' toe to toe
Suppose you know
That I treat tracks like kicks 'cos I'm clean
When I lace mine
I break minds I
Fi put a watch in a bum bag t
Hat's the only scene where I waste time
Let's go
How many dudes you know roll like this
How many dudes you know flow like this
Not many if any
Not many if any
How many dudes you know
Got the skills to go and rock a show like this
Uh uh uh uh I don't know anybody
How many dudes you know roll like this
How many dudes you know flow like this
Not many if any
Not many if any
How many dudes you know got the skills
To go and rock a show like this
Uh uh uh uh I don't know anybody
Congratulationsso give it up
I never put the mic down when I pick it up
I rip it up so d**e this year
Everybody want a hit of us
But we need to because he can give it us
We refuse to leave you can't get rid of us
Yo they think I'm *** because I come in the club
And I be dancin' by myself give a f**k
What what
Scribe on the mic I write an elegant flow
Even drop adagio for the lyrically slow
Not hypothetically physically lettin' you know
I got my rhyme packed tight
And we're ready to go
Made some mistakes in the past
That was yesterday
Today I'm on my way to a better way
Forever bringing together what you separate
So whether you like it or not I'ma elevate
You know this rhyme is me
Takin' time to celebrate
Relax and get rest yo
I'm here to stay and not goin' away
And can I get a 'yes yall' yes yes y'all
Ooh ooooh
Theres check it out
No check it out
No check it out
No one like me
Like me
How many dudes you know roll like this
How many dudes you know flow like this
Not many if any
Not many if any
How many dudes you know got the skills
To go and rock a show like this
Uh uh uh uh I don't know anybody
How many dudes you know roll like this
How many dudes you know flow like this
Not many if any
Not many if any
How many dudes you know got the skills
To go and rock a show like this
Check it out check it out
Can you please give it up for savage
It's all good thank you it's all good
When you come to my hood
Can you please give it up for savage
It's all good
Yeah
Thank you
Very much
Peace
Holy sh*t