Penthouse Songtext
von Jigmastas
Penthouse Songtext
Forgive and forget
Forgive and forget
Forgive and forget
Forgive and forget
Don′t get me wrong, I'm not a money-hungry whore
But I gotta feed my family, what else would I do it for?
These people don′t respect real rap anymore
So you better have that money, you come knockin' at my door
Back-catalogue restored, Beyond Real got that raw
On some Fugees '96 shit, settlin′ the score
Spinner hit the gas, got the pedal to the floor
Way before Kanye had that metal-wire jaw
Rhetoric and metaphors, peddle ill literature
This that world domination, no time for petty wars
This The Art of War by Sun Tzu, surround you
And pound you, like Mayweather in round two
You clown you, gag and bound you, astound you
Revolution starts from Crown Heights to Soundview
I see the frustration in your eyes, we come through
With some badmon lyrics, one time, we′re done you
The penthouse, dog, the top of the floors
Tip of the iceberg, man, come knock on our doors
We will step to your neck, man, just out of respect
Better run for the border and jet, we vets
The penthouse, dog, the top of the floors
Tip of the iceberg, man, come knock on our doors
We will step to your neck, man, just out of respect
Better run for the border and jet, we vets
I ain't tryna be a pop star, nor pop tops off cars
End of the night, I′m tryna unsnap y'all bras
The head is not right, no need for you to drop your drawers
It′s not your fault, the way you were raised
Can't get smarter from a bird givin′ you brains
Things was never the same after the Twin Towers fell
Now I spend hours well, more time with the seed
Instead of just now and then, I power blend
That's herbs, haze, and 'dro, amazin′ flow
About to play "Cocaine" and blow
Stepped up my amateur status, became a pro
Drain Merlot down to the pit of my stomach
I′m livin', I love it
Treat my dreams like the heavens, put nothin′ above it
And if you steppin' on my ones, I open the oven
And expose you to the heat
Claimin′ that you're so street, so sweet, a tender morsel
Don′t let that fifth toss you
That's what the price of a riff cost you
Twist your upper torso, make life divorce you
It's unpleasant when you see what I′ve seen in my lifetime
That′s the reason why I write rhymes
The penthouse, dog, the top of the floors
Tip of the iceberg, man, come knock on our doors
We will step to your neck, man, just out of respect
Better run for the border and jet, we vets
The penthouse, dog, the top of the floors
Tip of the iceberg, man, come knock on our doors
We will step to your neck, man, just out of respect
Better run for the border and jet, we vets
Forgive and forget
Forgive and forget
Forgive and forget
Don′t get me wrong, I'm not a money-hungry whore
But I gotta feed my family, what else would I do it for?
These people don′t respect real rap anymore
So you better have that money, you come knockin' at my door
Back-catalogue restored, Beyond Real got that raw
On some Fugees '96 shit, settlin′ the score
Spinner hit the gas, got the pedal to the floor
Way before Kanye had that metal-wire jaw
Rhetoric and metaphors, peddle ill literature
This that world domination, no time for petty wars
This The Art of War by Sun Tzu, surround you
And pound you, like Mayweather in round two
You clown you, gag and bound you, astound you
Revolution starts from Crown Heights to Soundview
I see the frustration in your eyes, we come through
With some badmon lyrics, one time, we′re done you
The penthouse, dog, the top of the floors
Tip of the iceberg, man, come knock on our doors
We will step to your neck, man, just out of respect
Better run for the border and jet, we vets
The penthouse, dog, the top of the floors
Tip of the iceberg, man, come knock on our doors
We will step to your neck, man, just out of respect
Better run for the border and jet, we vets
I ain't tryna be a pop star, nor pop tops off cars
End of the night, I′m tryna unsnap y'all bras
The head is not right, no need for you to drop your drawers
It′s not your fault, the way you were raised
Can't get smarter from a bird givin′ you brains
Things was never the same after the Twin Towers fell
Now I spend hours well, more time with the seed
Instead of just now and then, I power blend
That's herbs, haze, and 'dro, amazin′ flow
About to play "Cocaine" and blow
Stepped up my amateur status, became a pro
Drain Merlot down to the pit of my stomach
I′m livin', I love it
Treat my dreams like the heavens, put nothin′ above it
And if you steppin' on my ones, I open the oven
And expose you to the heat
Claimin′ that you're so street, so sweet, a tender morsel
Don′t let that fifth toss you
That's what the price of a riff cost you
Twist your upper torso, make life divorce you
It's unpleasant when you see what I′ve seen in my lifetime
That′s the reason why I write rhymes
The penthouse, dog, the top of the floors
Tip of the iceberg, man, come knock on our doors
We will step to your neck, man, just out of respect
Better run for the border and jet, we vets
The penthouse, dog, the top of the floors
Tip of the iceberg, man, come knock on our doors
We will step to your neck, man, just out of respect
Better run for the border and jet, we vets
Writer(s): Oliver Otubanjo, David Conen, Vincent Graf Von Schlippenbach, Ruth Maria Renner, Yasha Conen, Mario Wesser, Dirk Berger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

