Lyrics:
Beat by Slaik
J'suis sous l'effet d'la critical, j'vais vous oublier après trois leums
Le rap a changé ma vie, bourré dans une caisse
Qui coûte
the ticket
Let's talk about opps
Let's talk 'bout drilling
Let's talk 'bout dead opps, I got a list
Name one by one, they all got blitzed
I need y'all
[Violent J's Intro]
I choke... nope... that's wack hold up.
I stab you with an umbrella,
then open it cause I'm sick like a diseased Ethiopean.
We're one, two, three, four, five MC's
I'm Melle Mel and I rock it so well
And I'm Mr.Ness because I rock the best
Rahiem In All The Ladies' Dreams
to New York to play
They was busted by the pussy posse
And the prosecutor popped them in the pen
Put your foot on the rock
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,
[Ransom]
Where the fuck's all these niggas saying Ran' isn't hot
I damage the block
I scramble like Randall with rocks
I'm that nigga in
headed all for the disco
The D.J. plays your favorite blasts
Takes you back to the past, music's magic (poof)
Bump bump bump get bump with some flash,
Rock n roll is dead
They grabbed him by the head
They cut off his hair
Made him act like he cared
They said two plus two is five
Now his soul ain't
safe, fam. Dreams come true!
Oh, yeah, by the way, this needs to be signed too"
When I was a child I wanted to be a rockstar
Now rock is dead, so I'm
bounce to it
The cops want to stop the body rock but don't do it
Dy-no-might!!! like Jimmy J.J.
Swap down pen-ny, somewhere in L.A. (a)
Now we got
Djadja)
J'suis pas ta catin Djadja
Genre en catchana baby, tu dead ça (yeah)
En catchana baby, tu dead ça d'après toi
En catchana baby, baby (oh,
party time
We got kicked out of heaven wanted dead or alive
Rock's all over and it`s party time
We got kicked out of heaven wanted dead or alive
There
(Pa pa pa pa pa pa-la la-la...)
J'ai marché vers le son, blinded by the lights
Cherché la même chanson my whole damn life
Une symphonie 'bout how we
faking
And you don't ever seem'em 'round
Boys forever vacant
I was raised by the G's, if you fear it
Face it
Cause when it’s on, hood a scary movie
Peter Tone please rest they soul the
different load, Only Christ only know.
Even though, we sit and blow. Fold to the ways of
time. J-Rock was sprayed
m'réconforter
J'tout seul, J'tout seul
J'tout seul, J'tout seul
I'm on my own
Singing by the phone
I'm on my own
It's just me while you're gone
J'suis bin dans ma
Don't you leave us behind
Come and save our souls
Resurrect me
And make the dead man whole
I'll keep the fire
With your rock and roll
Running 'round town
[Ransom]
Where the fuck's all these niggas saying Ran' isn't hot
I damage the block
I scramble like Randall with rocks
I'm that nigga in
And my radio's loud enough to keep you gruntin'
My name is Cool J, I'm from the rock
Circulating through your radio non-stop
I'm lookin' at the wires
And have you shittin' socks, bitch (bitch)
P Rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot split
Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot grits (hot grits, no one)
on
Projete les Angry Birds
J'traine, j'lézarde
Et au fond j'croupille
Pendant qu'd'autres prennent des armes
Et en font l'outil de leur triomphe
Step by step
Kotigui Dedo, hein c'est bon ou quoi?
Ouais ouais, ouais ouais ouais autopsie
L'rap est dead
Arrêtez cette musique de merde
J'ai entendu vive le rap,
Com’ de presse en dilettante ou j’vide un bidon d’essence
Ta réputation puante, j’fume et fais valser tes dents
Qu’importe on t’ dead yeah
On te fuck et
to keep you gruntin'
My name is Cool J, I'm from the rock
Circulating through your radio non-stop
I'm lookin' at the wires behind the cassette
And now I'm
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