L-Ascorbic Acid Songtext
von The Crest
L-Ascorbic Acid Songtext
Hey you, hey you, hey, hey you
Hey you, hey you hey, hey you
Alright, yeah, huh
OJ and Captains will locate the action
Show date assassin, the flows got ′em clapping
Raps are lumpy, big fat and chunky
Yes, Jack is funky, pass the brass monkey
Rights on my wrist, hurt throw, mud kick dirt
Big hurt, big breath, exhale windsurf
My twist grip the screw scripts lit for you
The kids rip your crew, this switch is true
Quick to grip mics, kick this just right
I just might snap like noses in a fist fight
The older I get, the colder I spit
Roll on these beats like a deodorant stick, uh
Crease the gears in between these ears
Listen here before this shit disappears, uh
Got no standard rhymes, use no camera lies
Unlike the street cred to have violence to glamorize
Hey you
You know that, you know that, you know that, you know that you're rich
Hey you, hey, hey you
People looking down like this
Hey you!
Black addict without black Maddox or rims
They′re selling rocks to cracked addicts again
When I still hustle, I'm slanging a disc
And I stay in the crib 'til I′m making it hit
I am making a fist, and I′m waving that bitch
'Til I′m breaking my wrist to my graves where I sit
I'ma stay on my shit, every stage, every set, every place that I rip
When I flood the spot, most love the rock
I pump up the spot to jump up a lot
Untuck your cock, pull up your socks
We gonna do this for the heads from up the block
To the heads that run the shops
To the heads that don′t untuck the Glock
To the people boiling in this melting pot
We living through it even though it's sweltering hot
Hey you
You know that, you know that, you know that, you know that you′re rich
Hey you, hey, hey you
Clap your hands, everybody
Hey you
You know that, you know that, you know that, you know that you're rich
Hey you, hey, hey you
People looking down like this
Hey you!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, M-M-C-C or hollow skull
Iller on the LA resort, killer on the dock
Charade a man of melody out of metal
For mangling manly underdeveloped partisans on my cap
Anytime I can snap don't even need a proper tractor
Rockin′ factures adequate widened amp
Tell her I′m KZAK
He'll knock the knaps off a black curl carcass
Cab with a film-pockets, flyin′ slots of wax
The blaka blaka class, the walking Glock is back
High-jock cassette is at, Minister find demise, Minister time to rhyme
Into your mind your blind vision heard
I'm the prime minister of divine sentience
It′s time to my pinnacle find your rhyme miniature
Do your badasses, leave colorless challenges
Stricken with paralysis and callouses on hypothalamus
Most think this rap shit's a joke, in fact, we can go
After this show, make your heart take a nap
You′ll get your rhyme in passes
Revote ask for a quote made special for the masses, we wanna see you choke
The majority know
Each and every rapper at least, nothing short of thee
Now to sing a masterpiece, or more really
Hand woven catastrophe demonstrate overly attached to beast coaches
Hey you, hey you hey, hey you
Alright, yeah, huh
OJ and Captains will locate the action
Show date assassin, the flows got ′em clapping
Raps are lumpy, big fat and chunky
Yes, Jack is funky, pass the brass monkey
Rights on my wrist, hurt throw, mud kick dirt
Big hurt, big breath, exhale windsurf
My twist grip the screw scripts lit for you
The kids rip your crew, this switch is true
Quick to grip mics, kick this just right
I just might snap like noses in a fist fight
The older I get, the colder I spit
Roll on these beats like a deodorant stick, uh
Crease the gears in between these ears
Listen here before this shit disappears, uh
Got no standard rhymes, use no camera lies
Unlike the street cred to have violence to glamorize
Hey you
You know that, you know that, you know that, you know that you're rich
Hey you, hey, hey you
People looking down like this
Hey you!
Black addict without black Maddox or rims
They′re selling rocks to cracked addicts again
When I still hustle, I'm slanging a disc
And I stay in the crib 'til I′m making it hit
I am making a fist, and I′m waving that bitch
'Til I′m breaking my wrist to my graves where I sit
I'ma stay on my shit, every stage, every set, every place that I rip
When I flood the spot, most love the rock
I pump up the spot to jump up a lot
Untuck your cock, pull up your socks
We gonna do this for the heads from up the block
To the heads that run the shops
To the heads that don′t untuck the Glock
To the people boiling in this melting pot
We living through it even though it's sweltering hot
Hey you
You know that, you know that, you know that, you know that you′re rich
Hey you, hey, hey you
Clap your hands, everybody
Hey you
You know that, you know that, you know that, you know that you're rich
Hey you, hey, hey you
People looking down like this
Hey you!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, M-M-C-C or hollow skull
Iller on the LA resort, killer on the dock
Charade a man of melody out of metal
For mangling manly underdeveloped partisans on my cap
Anytime I can snap don't even need a proper tractor
Rockin′ factures adequate widened amp
Tell her I′m KZAK
He'll knock the knaps off a black curl carcass
Cab with a film-pockets, flyin′ slots of wax
The blaka blaka class, the walking Glock is back
High-jock cassette is at, Minister find demise, Minister time to rhyme
Into your mind your blind vision heard
I'm the prime minister of divine sentience
It′s time to my pinnacle find your rhyme miniature
Do your badasses, leave colorless challenges
Stricken with paralysis and callouses on hypothalamus
Most think this rap shit's a joke, in fact, we can go
After this show, make your heart take a nap
You′ll get your rhyme in passes
Revote ask for a quote made special for the masses, we wanna see you choke
The majority know
Each and every rapper at least, nothing short of thee
Now to sing a masterpiece, or more really
Hand woven catastrophe demonstrate overly attached to beast coaches
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