Syndicate Songtext
von RUMBLE Syndicate
Syndicate Songtext
Who ya think you′re fuckin' with here, chicken wing?
I′ll slit your neck from ear to ear it ain't no thing
All of my stress repressed in this quest of 7 years
And I ain't takin′ no more shit from my peers
Been stepped on and every foot is kept on a mental list
For my fist
Of power to strike when all my people unite
So all the fakers and takers can see that Double E′s right
I come alive in the city that kills
I got the phrase that pays and I'll make you feel chills
You got a problem? Don′t understand English?
Well take a listen as I switch up on the language:
No tengo el tiempo para perder en ustedes
Ahora yo se como tu padre, puede
Violar tu madre, como una puta
Yo soy el que los abusan
That's who you′re fuckin' with
Who ya think you′re fuckin' with here?
SYNDICATE
Who ya think you're fuckin′ with here?
Come on
Let me hear you say
SYNDICATE
You know I roll with the 2K click
We drink ′till dawn and we never get sick just tired
Of the punks talkin' shit
Ain′t a part of something so they criticize it
It's all good, just like I said
′Cause the dogs are hungry and they're gonna be fed
Spinning yarn like you′re in a cocoon
But the recoil snap will set your mind right soon
So all the pimps in the house say 'YO'
YO!
And all you fronters in the house got ta go!
GO!
Weighing us down like an oil spill
′Cause the water′s black and you fish are all ill
Try to use your hype to bind us
Next week your wife will find us
Using the bone from your arm like a toothpick
Cleaning your flesh from our teeth
That's who you′re fuckin' with
Who ya think you′re fuckin' with here?
SYNDICATE
Who ya think you′re fuckin' with?
In the house tonight, bitch believe the hype of the
SYNDICATE
Yeah
Come on
This is the last verse to bounce with then take it home
They try to fuck with my mind
Though I rhyme in time, come on!
Pull your hand and shake it side to side once
Tell me who you're fuckin′ with now
C′mon y'all
I′ll crack your head on the bathroom stall
Like a walnut
Shells remain on the floor while the score still stays the same
Syndicate 1, all you other punks none
I'm up on stage cause I belong here, son
People call me under handed
Tried the 9 to 5 gig
Couldn′t stand it
Tracking lies & alibis has got me all but hypnotized
Inside I'm like the energizer bunny
I stepped to your scene like a movie screen test
Found my kool dawgs, fuck the rest
Ain′t got time for no chicks who trip
Smooth like an oil spill but don't slip
Begging for less is your best request
Your chest drips where the slug hits
And that's who you′re fuckin′ with
Who ya think you're fuckin′ with here?
SYNDICATE
Who ya think you're fuckin′ with?
In the 2K click, I keep my hand on the dick of the
SYNDICATE
Yeah!
I′ll slit your neck from ear to ear it ain't no thing
All of my stress repressed in this quest of 7 years
And I ain't takin′ no more shit from my peers
Been stepped on and every foot is kept on a mental list
For my fist
Of power to strike when all my people unite
So all the fakers and takers can see that Double E′s right
I come alive in the city that kills
I got the phrase that pays and I'll make you feel chills
You got a problem? Don′t understand English?
Well take a listen as I switch up on the language:
No tengo el tiempo para perder en ustedes
Ahora yo se como tu padre, puede
Violar tu madre, como una puta
Yo soy el que los abusan
That's who you′re fuckin' with
Who ya think you′re fuckin' with here?
SYNDICATE
Who ya think you're fuckin′ with here?
Come on
Let me hear you say
SYNDICATE
You know I roll with the 2K click
We drink ′till dawn and we never get sick just tired
Of the punks talkin' shit
Ain′t a part of something so they criticize it
It's all good, just like I said
′Cause the dogs are hungry and they're gonna be fed
Spinning yarn like you′re in a cocoon
But the recoil snap will set your mind right soon
So all the pimps in the house say 'YO'
YO!
And all you fronters in the house got ta go!
GO!
Weighing us down like an oil spill
′Cause the water′s black and you fish are all ill
Try to use your hype to bind us
Next week your wife will find us
Using the bone from your arm like a toothpick
Cleaning your flesh from our teeth
That's who you′re fuckin' with
Who ya think you′re fuckin' with here?
SYNDICATE
Who ya think you′re fuckin' with?
In the house tonight, bitch believe the hype of the
SYNDICATE
Yeah
Come on
This is the last verse to bounce with then take it home
They try to fuck with my mind
Though I rhyme in time, come on!
Pull your hand and shake it side to side once
Tell me who you're fuckin′ with now
C′mon y'all
I′ll crack your head on the bathroom stall
Like a walnut
Shells remain on the floor while the score still stays the same
Syndicate 1, all you other punks none
I'm up on stage cause I belong here, son
People call me under handed
Tried the 9 to 5 gig
Couldn′t stand it
Tracking lies & alibis has got me all but hypnotized
Inside I'm like the energizer bunny
I stepped to your scene like a movie screen test
Found my kool dawgs, fuck the rest
Ain′t got time for no chicks who trip
Smooth like an oil spill but don't slip
Begging for less is your best request
Your chest drips where the slug hits
And that's who you′re fuckin′ with
Who ya think you're fuckin′ with here?
SYNDICATE
Who ya think you're fuckin′ with?
In the 2K click, I keep my hand on the dick of the
SYNDICATE
Yeah!
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