graven records – nye tider lyrics
[vers 1: niki beams]
yeah motherf-ck i got this
key to the city, baby call me the locksmith
uh, and we been on the do and die sh-t
while sh-t, whole team is moving like a moshpit
your sh-t ain’t poppin’, that’s why you’re mad at me
whenever the beat knocking, i’m getting jab happy
and your b-tch is throwing her -ss at me
cus everything i drop is grand, dads daddy
niki back on the cool sh-t, true sh-t, that new sh-t
yeah you spit that p–p sh-t, you talk aloud but don’t do sh-t
that’s stupid, oh yeah that’s stupid
i take over your song cry, the ruler back on his blueprint
it’s niki baby, couple tracks a year, they call me mr. lazy
i was with your lady [?], and you know what? that sh-t was crazy
crazy, judge me by my skin and say the kid is shady
i say judge me by my wits [?]
[vers 2: verb ink]
that sh-t is easy to me
you sound cheesy to me
you’re a wannabe weezy chris, breezy mc
ya don’t know your abc’s, don’t speak to the v
cause i’m d-e-f – def, got jez on my team
gucci or givenchy, my whole team behind me
told new new from the labels that wanna sign me
told true too, my stable that right behind these
fake -ss rappers that ain’t you blondie, get it?
dudes don’t stay true to them selves
they hold dance these strings and they ain’t using some help
i put [?] to my belt, lee bruce is [?]
on the batty boy batty sh-t, i’m losing myself
so don’t push me cause i am close to the edge
shoot yourself, bow-bow to the head
gun to the face, [?]
raise your gl-ss, toast to the dead
over and out
speaking my sh-t i be knowing about
[?] with a flow in his [?]
25th hour, dope in the couch
[omkvæd: nappion]
yeah, fordi vi gider ikke at vente
det nye tider for de ægte
b-tches de skriger ligesom engle
[?] dem der rider for legenden
yeah, fordi vi gider ikke at vente
det nye tider for de ægte
b-tches de skriger ligesom engle
[?] dem der rider for legenden
[vers 3: jonny hefty]
you’re now tuned in, most likely
this ain’t no motionpicture, spitely
don’t fight the power, fight me
original og icetea
you got my girl pants on, tight jeans
you got my girl kicks on, [?]
everybody wannabes, bite me
get your -ss kicked, most likely
[?], sprite lee
the lingo f-cked up, pikee
your boy a fresh boy, like me
get that b-tch greased up, lightning
yeah, i’m [?]
walking on clouds, high on weed
standing on stage, eyes on me
screaming my name, most likely
[vers 4: solo solito]
s dot o dot l dot o
solo solito the headhuncho
[?]
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æter que lo que
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