a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

dubbledge - that's long lyrics

[verse 1]
yo, dubbledge, i sound boy bury them
pit bull terri+them
fall out the nephilim, bang out of bethlehem
spit wisdom, you kiss phlegm
defend your best thought, blood sport, less talk
government controllin’ the import, export
who runs the airport ifor
blair was a w+nker
five wars in six years now that’s gangsta
dubbledge i’m armlegga+legga armhedda
merk better than the british government, now that’s danger
cinderella glass slipper rappers get left
that’s that lyrical chef, with recipes of life or death
he’s fresh like the garlic breath
you could front like your souls ain’t clothed in flesh
when you’re undressed that your ghost
i don’t mean to boast but if the styles ain’t ten outta ten
take it straight mate you’re f+ckin’ close

[hook]
why you wanna chat sh+t why run up your gums
from the sticks to the slums we ain’t running with guns
i’m real as they come i ain’t running my tongue
that’s just long blud
why you wanna chat sh+t why run up your gums
from the sticks to the slums we ain’t running with guns
i’m real as they come i ain’t running my tongue
don’t chat sh+t blud
[verse 2]
[?] of the battle in the mind of the dagger
where we’re deep in the gravel underneath every shadow
where we beef with the cattle in the streets with the shallow
by the rocks with the fraggles i’ma break from the shackles
with the beats i’ma dabble with the mic as my saddle
i’ma ride rhyme rack all my time and travel
every line is like scrabble when i tear it apart
fassyho’s don’t know i’m a half of the art
i do ready, set, go i’ma start from the mark
i’ma let the skin glow like i’m free in the farm
[?] [?] you ain’t up to par with bar
bar for bar you ain’t sparrin’ hard
you get turfed before the party start
get merked when i spit these darts
with great aim you hit the floor
the great game i’ma spit the raw
the same name like i said before
stay lame, can’t step where i tread before
don’t act like we’ve met before
dis ain’t a metaphor don’t chat like you rap before
get slapped like a brat before
stay cat like an amateur
take that if ya come for war
hey f+g you ain’t got the b+lls
stay back cos you’re sure to fall
stay mashed when i bun the drawer
straight bashed just fall
[hook]
why you wanna chat sh+t why run up your gums
from the sticks to the slums we ain’t running with guns
i’m real as they come i ain’t running my tongue
that’s just long blud
why you wanna chat sh+t why run up your gums
from the sticks to the slums we ain’t running with guns
i’m real as they come i ain’t running my tongue
don’t chat sh+t blud

[verse 3]
now i don’t know what the mandem see
when they look on my frame and they take me for a neek
but it’s not a f+ckin’ game blud i’m made for the beef
spit brains on the street spit flames on the beat
it’s butane boy fire breathe oral p+ssing pepper spray
smith’ll quickly rip a d+ck slit a bredda’s face
i diss you heavyweight man’s say i gotta drop sh+t
so every time i spit i defecate on bods top lips
guess what pr+ck + bop quick is big smith’s hot pick
no hip+hop moshpit backpackin swat diss
don’s a rotten breed propper wrongen like chopper reed
pop a couple poppers calm me cotchin’ watchin’ bleed
i’m the devil’s reject three steps from god’s retreat
levels we set, whoever speaks next is obsolete
got no pretext ‘cept for cds fiends we can’t cease
leave my family trees deep on each branch
greens can’t breeze past these dark streets fast
you cheap tarts, leave your cheek scarred, f+ck with me style
shady character little sticky fingered grease palm
creepin’ on the scene, seen schemin’ with the league [?]
[hook]
why you wanna chat sh+t why run up your gums
from the sticks to the slums we ain’t running with guns
i’m real as they come i ain’t running my tongue
that’s just long blud
why you wanna chat sh+t why run up your gums
from the sticks to the slums we ain’t running with guns
i’m real as they come i ain’t running my tongue
don’t chat sh+t blud

- dubbledge lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS