Sha Stimuli Move Back (Overtime) текст песни, слова песни Move Back (Overtime) Sha Stimuli
Sha Stimuli - Move Back (Overtime)
My astronomical is coming through like the flu, bombing you
All that I go through is in Pro Tools
I be spilling and spazzing and bringing facts, you know how I do
The Nate Turner, cat turning rap into mad sermons
I kill any track, a whole album is mass murder
I tried to dumb it down on the last version
And people was complaining I ain't flaming so it made me come back burning
They tried to put my ass on a back burner, I stayed cool
Some tried to teach what you can't learn so change schools
The Harvard of bars, the Penn of the pens
The Yale of music you feel, Princeton of the spins
Maybe not
Spins on the air, but folks listen hear
If there's a throne then you sniffing the air
Smell me?
I speak for the vision impaired
So they can see what I spit in your ears
I went from living in fear
And seeing fiends, sitting, dripping out tears
To giving kids a sense of realness, witnessing my career
It's like
Megatron team with Optimus Prime
Beat by the Megatron Don and an Optimus rhyming
I am leading believers
A preacher with ether
Repenting for sins like the thieves next to Jesus
Hot verse to hear but it's deep when you read this
Passionate as hell so my seeds can receive this
More than a rap, it's a seance combo
My rain/reign just started, you should break out ponchos
Used to dream all day about long doe
My people pushed the rock for the green, we was Rajon Rondo
Stashing the cash at they gay broads condo
I admit, tried to switch her she said, "No, I hit her sister."
I am definitely, effortlessly, evidently
Showing the world nobody's f'ing with me
If you think some other motherfucker's better than me
You might be on the letter in between the F and the D (on E man!)
Now take a second to breath
Just said I over talk and I mess up the beat
I said, "I know, but I'm letting off heat"
I'm like a pit bull let off the leash
You can't tell him "retreat"
And he's locked on the tenderest meat
I can't stop till the end is complete
I'm representing the street
Sidewalk, driveway, avenue and the corner
I rep the alley, boulevard, until my body's a donor
Now hold up
I don't know where I'm going
I don't know where I'm going
But check this out
I'm nice as hell, but I rhyme mean
Try me
I'll make you move back like a crime scene
That's why someone signed me
Artist, slash author, slash martyr all inside me
No other spitter beside me
Gives you his all
I kicked in the door
Then I hit my mans off
I transport Brooklyn like a Jansport
It's on my back
Not just rap
I got an obsession with bringing life
Not getting chicks pregnant
Don't get hype girl listen
I got verses that'll stop your depression
Whenever I'm in a session
Don't think about the recession
For every problem, deep inside is a blessing
And I'm problem taking all your favorite rhymers and combing they essence
I am here to change your world
If it's cloudy and hectic
If you were doubting a skeptic, you need to bow and accept it
Or move back cause I rap like I came from a past life
I'm crack pipe, gas price, I've got the hood on my back
I've got the world on my back
You know just where I'm at
S.T.I.
Let's go nigga. My Soul To Keep. Overtime right now. It ain't over. Y'all think I be playing right?
I hear y'all talking. Classic LP you know. I'm not done.
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