Elliott Missy lyrics
Elliott Missy lyrics
"Gettaway Lyrics"
Dirio De Um Detento Lyrics
So Paulo, dia primeiro de outubro de 1992, oito horas da manh. Aqui estou, mais um dia Sob olhar sanguinrio do vigia Voc no sabe comocaminhar com a cabea na mira de uma HK Metralhadora alem ou de Israel Estraalha ladro que nem papel Na muralha em p Mais um cidado Jos Servindo o Estado, um PM bom Passa fome, metid
So Paulo, dia primeiro de outubro de 1992, oito horas da manh. Aqui estou, mais um dia Sob olhar sanguinrio do vigia Voc no sabe comocaminhar com a cabea na mira de uma HK Metralhadora alem ou de Israel Estraalha ladro que nem papel Na muralha em p Mais um cidado Jos Servindo o Estado, um PM bom Passa fome, metid
Featuring Nicole Space]
Verse One:
Close your eyes
Visualize
Space and I verbalize
You chastize
But can't stop my enterprise
Put your rhymes in a line
Put your raps in a stack
I'll break you and your singer like Jinga
I mean um
I spit like knee
On you this tight thing
Space nine enferno
One verbs be frightening
And for the sword fights tonight
My entourage is in camoflauge
Remove your mask
Let down your visage
But don't slip up
Cause when I was in my ship
That's when I get ripped up
The whole world
Fuck it
G-S-E committee
Got
North Country Boy Lyrics
Hey country boy Hey country boy What are you sad about Everyday you make the sun come out Even in the pouring rain I'll come to see you And I'll save you, I'll save you What do you care about And she said "this and that" What do I mean to you I'll show you if you want the truth I can't remember
your panties shitty Hey country boy Hey country boy What are you sad about Everyday you make the sun come out Even in the pouring rain I'll come to see you And I'll save you, I'll save you What do you care about And she said "this and that" What do I mean to you I'll show you if you want the truth I can't remember
Click you sick
Callosso with itty bitty
Space and Missy
Sip my style till your pissy
Virgina bitch galactic
Chorus:
I be writing, writing, writing rhymes everyday
Don't you say no more you don't want to battle
Said I'm writing rhymes, writing rhymes everyday
Don't you say no more you don't want to battle
Verse Two:
Mama, Daddy, you ain't, ready
Act like you know me
Fly, as friends be
Sizzling, I'm chilling
Man, you twisting
You sissy, you dis me
You wish we was fucking tight
Auntie, Papa, Smoke lala
Hallah, fala, don't bother to swalla
This bottle of remmy,
Hardcore (Feat Radzay Bazaro Grip) Lyrics
(Intro: Ice-T) Yeah, Ice-T nigga, Seventh Deadly Sin It's all about that hardcore mind Got my nigga Radzay, my nigga Bazaro, my girl Gripsta in the house We gonna do it for all the hardcore niggas out there like this... (Radzay) A hard hit makes a soft ass, that's what they told me huh! I'm totally gone, I'm in another zone nig
got plenty (Intro: Ice-T) Yeah, Ice-T nigga, Seventh Deadly Sin It's all about that hardcore mind Got my nigga Radzay, my nigga Bazaro, my girl Gripsta in the house We gonna do it for all the hardcore niggas out there like this... (Radzay) A hard hit makes a soft ass, that's what they told me huh! I'm totally gone, I'm in another zone nig
Of weed
So give me, give me, give me, give me, give me, please
See's, no one, fly like these
Bees from over seas, we scratch our knees
Please, little one, please
You know my rhymes get tight
When I smoke all night (chorus comes in)
Chorus
Verse Three:
We high tech like Timbo's
Slap faces of dirty hoes
N-Y-M-B-A
Dirty combo when we play
Swirl like the milky way
Deep like my black hole
I oppose, to expose
Chemical gases up your nose
Fade away like ozone
Quazars, moves and shit
Hey yo Missy, where da clip?
I think I need a hit
Shitty bees up in da place
Children are called the future of an adult world They are born with spirits so innocent Til we teach them how to hate Add to the world's confusion We teach our kids rules That we don't adhere to ourselves Right or wrong What example can they take The people we learn from Forge the ideas we become Living in a world the
Be all up in his face but aint even on the level
I pull your wig back
Let of steam like nasty pools
That heat be to hot
Melt down, now up in pot
Count down, 3-2-1, lift off
Now over tize, Venus we circlize
And mars we tantalize
Comatize like Hale-Bopp
Smoking trees non stop
Then I send a televize from satelite on Nightline
Yeah, wouldn't you like to get away
To the moon
We shine like stars
Lock down like metal bars
Chorus
My style is a one-in-a-million
I flow on and on and on
My rhymes give you a really good feeling
All day long
(repeat