Diamond lyrics
Diamond lyrics
"The Hiatus (Remix) Lyrics"
Mitschnacker Lyrics
Bumschackalacka, hier komm die Mitschnacker. Das Publikum ist da und Fettes Brot steht auf dem Acker. Nicht aufgepat - zickzack haben wir Dich mitgeschnackt und in ein unbekanntes Land gebracht.Hier fliegen Reime durch die Luft und Beats wachsen an Bumen. Das Land ist so funky, da kannst Du nur von trumen. Komm mit kleiner Junge - Ich hab Angst vor Dir!
Bumschackalacka, hier komm die Mitschnacker. Das Publikum ist da und Fettes Brot steht auf dem Acker. Nicht aufgepat - zickzack haben wir Dich mitgeschnackt und in ein unbekanntes Land gebracht.Hier fliegen Reime durch die Luft und Beats wachsen an Bumen. Das Land ist so funky, da kannst Du nur von trumen. Komm mit kleiner Junge - Ich hab Angst vor Dir!
f/ Cru
Aight
[Echos and fades away]
[Remix, remix, remix, remix, remix]
Yeah
[Echos and fades away]
[Remix, remix, remix, remix, remix]
[Diamond]
Yo, I make people congregate like I'm off to a light
Roll at least 20 deep like I'm off to a fight
Frontin' off fake MC's, busy caught in the hype
I sleep all day long, let em off in the night
Recline with dimes and chill, and blow me a breeze
While your broke ass is home eat-in bologna and cheese
Feelin like an idi' but its only the trees
Beat-in your girl in the head, please loan me the keys
While I be at the Pocono's, strokin hoes
I had the wing-on shorty, and left his ass with a broken nose
Jelly cause I pull cinn-i-mon buns, I dig em out on the first night
[Chadio]
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La Limpia Lyrics
Han Caido angeles del cielo Han venido en busca de razones Que se esconda aquel que tenga miedo O se amarre bien los pantalones Que se lave la boca aquel que minti Aquel que puedo ser yo A quitarse la ropa y el falso pudor All en el cielo no hay temor. Ni malos, ni buenos, ni guapos ni feos Ni perros, ni gatos, ni amargos deseos Ni miedo al intento ni resignacin. Ni tontos, ni sabios, ni monjas, ni curas Ni brujas, ni hadas, ni mala fortuna,
br /> Right? Hit em and run
[Diamond]
But not, without my rain coat
I continue to stack legal tender, while other MC's remain broke
You lame jokes, came close, cause you hate us
No longer on a hiatus
[Chorus]
La-La-Lah-la-la
La-la-Lah-la-la
La-La-Lah-la--la-la
[Echos and fades away]
[Ladies, ladies, ladies]
La-La-Lah-la-la
La-la-Lah-la-la
La-La-Lah-la--la-la
[Chadio]
Chadio
What cha'll know about the home, or the hop, to the hip
What cha'll know about the home, or the glock, and the clip
BX, where I, see techs and G checks
Fightin and squeeze with the natural re-flex
Cru baby, forget about if, ands, and maybes
Bitin the seeds who like to bi-catch rabies
Bustin at all we t
See life aint all about rhymes and ram ball
It's deeper than that, so I'm keepin the gat
Caught the evilest ones, who wanna sneak an attack
Come back like that cooked up crack and glass pot
Hot like you be sittin up in the hash spot
Blwowin spots like malator cocktail
Steal mic-ro-phones and lead glock shells
Bronx born, Bronx bred and Bronx raised
If you Bronx torn, Bronx dead in the Bronx grave
It's all about my daughter, I wanna be able to say
"I'll order a champagne 5 and a quarter"
So long live Cru and the Diamond in the Ruff
Section, we keep protection, never bluff
[Chorus]
[Yogi]
I'm infinite as an SP-loo, I'm feelin my self
Bronx with the shine and I'm Bronx with the rhyme
And if I'm Bronx with the crime nada, but over niggas
With my
I keep real simple now for all yall slow niggas
You can-not see me Chad or Diamond D
Yogi got that, like "Baby got back"
Like Yogi got crack, lacin tracks to make it love all these gats (yeah)
Yall don't wanna catch a pitch that's wild
But I wanna catch a bitch that wild, and show that bitch my style
In the meanwhile its all about the hiatus, remix Diamond laced
I love the attention when playas hate us
BX body X-rays but I can't
Givin your riot a center phobia BX bringin extra
The love of what, like we be Diggin In The Crates, for tracks
We'll be diggin in the crates for decks
But as I hit, a lot of real shit, I spit
As real as this tape I'm rhyming on, I quit
I have you know my Mansa
I have you wearing red socks like Boston
That's my trick-a-down, ill
[Chorus]
Han Caido angeles del cielo Han venido en busca de razones Que se esconda aquel que tenga miedo O se amarre bien los pantalones Que se lave la boca aquel que minti Aquel que puedo ser yo A quitarse la ropa y el falso pudor All en el cielo no hay temor. Ni malos, ni buenos, ni guapos ni feos Ni perros, ni gatos, ni amargos deseos Ni miedo al intento ni resignacin. Ni tontos, ni sabios, ni monjas, ni curas Ni brujas, ni hadas, ni mala fortuna,
br /> Right? Hit em and run
[Diamond]
But not, without my rain coat
I continue to stack legal tender, while other MC's remain broke
You lame jokes, came close, cause you hate us
No longer on a hiatus
[Chorus]
La-La-Lah-la-la
La-la-Lah-la-la
La-La-Lah-la--la-la
[Echos and fades away]
[Ladies, ladies, ladies]
La-La-Lah-la-la
La-la-Lah-la-la
La-La-Lah-la--la-la
[Chadio]
Chadio
What cha'll know about the home, or the hop, to the hip
What cha'll know about the home, or the glock, and the clip
BX, where I, see techs and G checks
Fightin and squeeze with the natural re-flex
Cru baby, forget about if, ands, and maybes
Bitin the seeds who like to bi-catch rabies
Bustin at all we t
Take Me To The Tundra Lyrics
Summertime in Virginia, it's sticky as sticky can be. It's liveable with the climate-control, of course, that's for a fee. It was tougher back in the olden days, back before the air-condition craze, alls I can say is... better them than me. Stanky 'ol Ramona, stanky as stanky can get, workin' at the roadside vegetable stand over in the northern neck. She would beg to differ, she'd say it's fine in the shade. But I would rather shiver,
ry to bring the damn fallSummertime in Virginia, it's sticky as sticky can be. It's liveable with the climate-control, of course, that's for a fee. It was tougher back in the olden days, back before the air-condition craze, alls I can say is... better them than me. Stanky 'ol Ramona, stanky as stanky can get, workin' at the roadside vegetable stand over in the northern neck. She would beg to differ, she'd say it's fine in the shade. But I would rather shiver,
See life aint all about rhymes and ram ball
It's deeper than that, so I'm keepin the gat
Caught the evilest ones, who wanna sneak an attack
Come back like that cooked up crack and glass pot
Hot like you be sittin up in the hash spot
Blwowin spots like malator cocktail
Steal mic-ro-phones and lead glock shells
Bronx born, Bronx bred and Bronx raised
If you Bronx torn, Bronx dead in the Bronx grave
It's all about my daughter, I wanna be able to say
"I'll order a champagne 5 and a quarter"
So long live Cru and the Diamond in the Ruff
Section, we keep protection, never bluff
[Chorus]
[Yogi]
I'm infinite as an SP-loo, I'm feelin my self
Bronx with the shine and I'm Bronx with the rhyme
And if I'm Bronx with the crime nada, but over niggas
With my
Back Lyrics
Opening poem by Sylvia Plath : But toward the region where Our thick atmosphere diminishes And God knows what is there A point of exclamation marks that sky In ringing orange Like a stellar carrot Its round period displaced in greens Suspends beside it a first point The starting point of evil Against the new moon's curve Martin Barnard : So that I see And know I gave reason The time to believe It's all in my he
Lex and my Range Rover, niggaOpening poem by Sylvia Plath : But toward the region where Our thick atmosphere diminishes And God knows what is there A point of exclamation marks that sky In ringing orange Like a stellar carrot Its round period displaced in greens Suspends beside it a first point The starting point of evil Against the new moon's curve Martin Barnard : So that I see And know I gave reason The time to believe It's all in my he
I keep real simple now for all yall slow niggas
You can-not see me Chad or Diamond D
Yogi got that, like "Baby got back"
Like Yogi got crack, lacin tracks to make it love all these gats (yeah)
Yall don't wanna catch a pitch that's wild
But I wanna catch a bitch that wild, and show that bitch my style
In the meanwhile its all about the hiatus, remix Diamond laced
I love the attention when playas hate us
BX body X-rays but I can't
Givin your riot a center phobia BX bringin extra
The love of what, like we be Diggin In The Crates, for tracks
We'll be diggin in the crates for decks
But as I hit, a lot of real shit, I spit
As real as this tape I'm rhyming on, I quit
I have you know my Mansa
I have you wearing red socks like Boston
That's my trick-a-down, ill
[Chorus]