Before I Leave Songtext
von Pegz
Before I Leave Songtext
Define me like a lion defines a whole jungle
Definition of street and humble
Like Bruce Lee in Rumble in the Bronx
Summoned to the top like we just stumbled across Rapunzel′s locks
Whatever Bunny Gumble got I want it
Plutonic blaze hitting harder than bubonic
Plague a convict, confiscate
Record to take the weight off like Fonda's tapes
Everyone′s like Charlie Chaplin
And Tom Cruise is acting like Michael Jackson
It's crazy, maybe the global warming
Or maybe just the famous have fallen
Call me Pauly Polter rolling a six
White like a polar bear, stare like solar eclipse
Kick the goal like kick switch kick flip
Into rock and roll on top of the bowl, that's control
It′s Obese, here to leave impressions
Beatheads, bring the heat relentless
Crooked I, ′bout to speak the essence
"I came too far not to be respected"
Before I leave I'm setting benchmarks
Each release rock, debut drop retiree
And every disc between and I′ma be seen
With at least one Veronica sitting on a beach
Sipping something sweet somewhere in the tropics
Fat wallet in my deep pockets
For now I got no cash, no smash hit
Just dash and tip the next shit
No slash, no asterisk
When the champagne bottles pop, victory cigars lit
I'll leave my classics in an arse to kiss
You believe the cheek of this kid?
Believing nobody out equal this
Except the few at the top
Before we hit the door I thought I′d drop a send off
Fit for a boss, I'm on a track with Pegz
So that′s one less task left on my list
To address before I leave
It's Obese, here to leave impressions
Beatheads, bring the heat relentless
Crooked I, 'bout to speak the essence
"I came too far not to be respected"
Before I leave I want a house with no lease
And bed down with a fatter mama than Obese
Drunk in the streets, running amok
Junk hanging out the front like a Peking duck
Pump mad weights, get large as hell
So I can hang around with pussy like Gargamel
From getting blown once a year like a birthday candle
To getting more chicks than Heffner can handle
Move from Coburg to Coburg North
From a bedroom flat to a house with a porch
Get mad rich, make a smash hit song
To be the first in the charts that won′t feature Akon
Go triple plat with the best rap tune
Collect my award in an Adidas snap suit
If it′s all bad and my plan turns shitty
At least I can say that he rocked Burn City
It's Obese, here to leave impressions
Beatheads, bring the heat relentless
Crooked I, ′bout to speak the essence
"I came too far not to be respected"
Yeah, I thought I knew the difference between the music business
And gay rappers break dancing on Eurovision
But who will listen to somebody with a shoe addiction
Living with their mums, talking 'bout their crew is pimping
Spinal tap with laptops and vinyl scratch
This is for my real DJs bringing the vinyl back
On a diamondback with a bikers patch
Twenty inch biceps covered in tribal tatts
Chasing hits like a junkie ho
On dole day walking down Studley Road
Got a beautiful mind and a heart of gold
But you don′t wanna push me 'round like Russell Crowe
Not a role model, godfather, that′s not me
If I touch a few souls that's extraordinary
But all I want is respect before I leave
Paying homage to the New York streets, so come on
It's Obese, here to leave impressions
Beatheads, bring the heat relentless
Crooked I, ′bout to speak the essence
"I came too far not to be respected"
Definition of street and humble
Like Bruce Lee in Rumble in the Bronx
Summoned to the top like we just stumbled across Rapunzel′s locks
Whatever Bunny Gumble got I want it
Plutonic blaze hitting harder than bubonic
Plague a convict, confiscate
Record to take the weight off like Fonda's tapes
Everyone′s like Charlie Chaplin
And Tom Cruise is acting like Michael Jackson
It's crazy, maybe the global warming
Or maybe just the famous have fallen
Call me Pauly Polter rolling a six
White like a polar bear, stare like solar eclipse
Kick the goal like kick switch kick flip
Into rock and roll on top of the bowl, that's control
It′s Obese, here to leave impressions
Beatheads, bring the heat relentless
Crooked I, ′bout to speak the essence
"I came too far not to be respected"
Before I leave I'm setting benchmarks
Each release rock, debut drop retiree
And every disc between and I′ma be seen
With at least one Veronica sitting on a beach
Sipping something sweet somewhere in the tropics
Fat wallet in my deep pockets
For now I got no cash, no smash hit
Just dash and tip the next shit
No slash, no asterisk
When the champagne bottles pop, victory cigars lit
I'll leave my classics in an arse to kiss
You believe the cheek of this kid?
Believing nobody out equal this
Except the few at the top
Before we hit the door I thought I′d drop a send off
Fit for a boss, I'm on a track with Pegz
So that′s one less task left on my list
To address before I leave
It's Obese, here to leave impressions
Beatheads, bring the heat relentless
Crooked I, 'bout to speak the essence
"I came too far not to be respected"
Before I leave I want a house with no lease
And bed down with a fatter mama than Obese
Drunk in the streets, running amok
Junk hanging out the front like a Peking duck
Pump mad weights, get large as hell
So I can hang around with pussy like Gargamel
From getting blown once a year like a birthday candle
To getting more chicks than Heffner can handle
Move from Coburg to Coburg North
From a bedroom flat to a house with a porch
Get mad rich, make a smash hit song
To be the first in the charts that won′t feature Akon
Go triple plat with the best rap tune
Collect my award in an Adidas snap suit
If it′s all bad and my plan turns shitty
At least I can say that he rocked Burn City
It's Obese, here to leave impressions
Beatheads, bring the heat relentless
Crooked I, ′bout to speak the essence
"I came too far not to be respected"
Yeah, I thought I knew the difference between the music business
And gay rappers break dancing on Eurovision
But who will listen to somebody with a shoe addiction
Living with their mums, talking 'bout their crew is pimping
Spinal tap with laptops and vinyl scratch
This is for my real DJs bringing the vinyl back
On a diamondback with a bikers patch
Twenty inch biceps covered in tribal tatts
Chasing hits like a junkie ho
On dole day walking down Studley Road
Got a beautiful mind and a heart of gold
But you don′t wanna push me 'round like Russell Crowe
Not a role model, godfather, that′s not me
If I touch a few souls that's extraordinary
But all I want is respect before I leave
Paying homage to the New York streets, so come on
It's Obese, here to leave impressions
Beatheads, bring the heat relentless
Crooked I, ′bout to speak the essence
"I came too far not to be respected"
Writer(s): Leigh Roy Ryan, Staaf Tirren Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
