文本歌词

Spit (Explicit) (《侠盗猎车手：迷失与诅咒》游戏插曲) - Statik Selektah/Saigon
When I spit the room temperature change
I am what many consider a spitter of flames
When I spit the room temperature change
What niggas done did to the game the sh*t is a shame
When I spit the room temperature change
I am what many consider a spitter of flames
When I spit the room temperature change
What niggas done did to the game the sh*t is a shame
On your mark get set go
The rest flow is just S O S O
So am I the best I guess so
I rhyme like my ribs and my stomach touching
Gain pounds on these clowns like a hundred something
Behold the prophecy peep
The mold in my philosophy deep
Contemplate crime playing for keep
Elevate and reconstruct got rhymes that erupt
From my brain and then they drain right into a cup
From which I drink then I think deeper in and it'll sink
From a dark hall in my skull and then into ink
That's a old school metaphorical phrase
I sh*t shower and shave
Then it's time to get paid get out of the way
I'm like a bat out of hell how I'm hitting these hoes
You swear a ni**a just got out of jail
I'mma MC slash stick up kid
Ask Bishop all the sh*t I did
I ain't playing with 'em
When I spit the room temperature change
I am what many consider a spitter of flames
When I spit the room temperature change
What niggas done did to the game the sh*t is a shame
When I spit the room temperature change
I am what many consider a spitter of flames
When I spit the room temperature change
What niggas done did to the game the sh*t is a shame
We could discuss disgust plus lust and what it does to us
Not only bust cause I must I bust cause I love the rush
Plus checks that I collect to bust techs at suspects
Marksmen in the linen we don't come off as roughnecks
Sick sick sick sick sick sh*t
The flow is flowing fluid like liquid
Even jamaicans be saying my sh*t wicked
Ya'll should believe me I shoudln't even have to kicked sh*t
But look you still lying in your raps and
Always acting like you dying for some action
But we really know you not though
You not no vato loco you a twat bro for sho
I'mma get rich or die trying like fifty
Even if I gotta do something that tight risky
Pass me the hen b**ch I don't like wisky
My gun snap crackle and pop like rice crispy
When I spit the room temperature change
I am what many consider a spitter of flames
When I spit the room temperature change
What niggas done did to the game the sh*t is a shame
When I spit the room temperature change
I am what many consider a spitter of flames
When I spit the room temperature change
What niggas done did to the game the sh*t is a shame
I flex on your entire set rhyme in nine different dialects
Fire techs aim where your knee and your thigh connects
I contracting like isometric exercise
Let's collide last ni**a that tried molecular fried
Beside I can see in your eyes you petrifried
I'mma let you slide without a lyrical hex supply
Lets decide niggas fall short like a midget on a ball court
Coming with that wack rap that store bought
When I spit the room temperature change
I am what many consider a spitter of flames
When I spit