U-God lyrics

U-God lyrics

"Supa Freak (Wildstyle) Lyrics"

Man Igen Lyrics
Jag skulle ha gjort det just som dom ppnade, nr det fortfarande var klart och rent. Nu gr folk in och ut hela tiden, Det kanske redan r frsent. Jag skulle ha gjort det som jag hade tnkt det, nu blir det en helt annan affr. Jag frbannar mig sjlv fr att jag tvekar, jag frbannar att jag sitter hr. Det tar inte ens en halv minut, sen r allt det hr ver och slut, jag r en man igen <


f/ Leatha Face



[Intro: Leatha Face]

Get 'em...

Supa freak, freak, freak, freak, freak

Freak, freak, freak, freak



[Leatha Face]

So you wanna be the man with the gun in your hand

The Son of Sam, expand shells, invades where you dwell

The smell of rigger mortis, corpses, enforces

That they become victim to homicide resources

Minor league bosses, petty cash crimies

Snatch your dime piece, leak where my mind speaks

Short circuit the mini time piece, pretty nine squeak

The echo travels the city night streets



[U-God]

Yeah, hit-hit new release, guaranteed to hit the streets

Rhyme-rhyme all the time, never ever drop a dime

Stop-stop
What Took You So Long Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh talk to me, can't you see I'll help you work things out Oh don't wannabe your enemy And I don't wanna scream and shout Cos baby I believe in honesty A man that's stong and true I shouldn't have to say now baby That I believe in you What took you so long What took you all night What took you forever to see I'm right You know I treat
doin' crime, first one to pop the nine

Rave that I throw the shine, up your back then your spine

Bad-bad, super bad, always first, never last

Swift-swift, swifter blast, hit 'em with the iron fast

Throw 'em in a body cast, sweat burnin' in the gas

Set fire to the ash, smoked in his liver, grass



[Chorus 2X: Leatha Face]

Dirty, grimey, low down, shiesty

Freaky, feisty, hood rat from the hood

(Supa freak, freak, freak, freak, freak

Freak, freak, freak, freak)



[Leatha Face]

Snap screen shots of the wild life chronicles

Head spin similar to theme park roller coasters

The solo holster straps, laser beam glocks

Steamin' hot, blow your snot box, the hottest psyche particles

FEUER Lyrics
Siehst Du denn Schweif am Horizont, das ist der Captain am Steuer ?fter im All als John Glenn und reitet auf dem Strahl aus Feuer Dein neuer Style interessiert mich wie Veganer Kalbslende Ich hab als Kind schon gez?ndelt und hinterlass jetzt Waldbr?nde Bombenleger Rotzl?ffel hat keinen Grund zu mogeln Denn der Dom steht schon in Flammen und der Rhein ist am brodeln Weil wir rappen und nicht jodeln ist jed
> Barbecue, flame boiled crooks, soap by the hooks

Splash brain from the wild frame notebooks

Son, you so shook, I murder your gimmick

Take you to the climb, back to drop, vertical limit



[U-God]

Yeah, ball playin' girl lane, on the mic I'm rhyme sprayin'

M.C. rock viciously, satisfaction guaranteed

Or you get your money back, leave your girl, that's a wrap

Hit spike like a bat, heel toe, now I tap

Second round, second left, in your town, check it, check

Cock the beretta back, where my money at?

Smack off your funny hat, always come in super jive

Lamp in the honey hive, man on the ziggy side



[Chorus 2X]



[Leatha Face]

Pop headphones, glide over metro domes, ride,
Ik Ben De Man Lyrics
Ik ben de man Waar je steeds op steunen kan Ik ben de man Jouw flinke stoere Rambo Ik ben de man Waar je steeds op steunen kan Ik ben de man Dames, waarom verder zoeken De oplossing is zo nabij U voelt zich eenzaam, onbegrepen En adres, hier bij mij Ik zal u in vervoering brengen Een plaats waar u nooit bent geweest Ik zal er voor voldoening zorgen Ja, ook voor de gee
enter the zone

Open wide, head blown, hell fire, lead bone

Self fly spread, chrome you're live by a man's dome

Divine burns your skin tone, high with the trench stone

Blood money leakin' out my pockets, complex, unidentified flyin' objects

Comin' at you with 3D, scratch it with CD's

That take a sharp head bangers, state of the art



[U-God]

Yo, dip to the dot, dot to the dip

Make the fly girls wanna turn your hips

Raps on the juggle, double up quick

Bullets rip, I burn the whole clip

Cause the long eyelids point to your lips

To the walls I stick, with my Spiderman grip

Fully action pump grip, jump swift

Blow you the bitch, shorty, use and you miss



[Chorus 4X]


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