silky black – blow up lyrics
[chorus]
blow it up, silk
blow it up, silk
blow it up, silk
blow it up, silk
blow it up, silk
blow it up, silk
blow it up, silk
blow it up
[verse 1]
n-gg-s back off, give me room, ’cause i’ma go off
don’t wanna show off, but compet-tion i’ma blow off
before i go into my sh-t, let me make it legit
and introduce the n-gg- who’s on the rap skit
i’m silky black a.k.a. rough rapper
the jaw tapper, the first to jump up and slap a
cornball, slam him off the wall like i’m too “too tall” jones
slap the fella to another rap zone
fasten your seat belts while the light melts off the mic stand
and watch me burn his motherf-cking hands
trying to touch this style, it’s too hot to hold
don’t want a grammy, and motherf-ck a centerfold
just known to leave the party blown out of proportion
and leave the dance and stage floor scorchin’
crazy nice with the mic device
drop the ism in the philly, put the moët on ice
and just chill, while i get ill, that sh-t is definitely real
new styles from that brother from on top of the hill
163rd, that’s the word
these n-gg-s is absurd, i smack ’em like a nerd
running through my burrough with your boys, talking trash
your mouth wrote a check that your -ss can’t cash
and when i smash, i’ma crush your whole crew
just for being with you, them n-gg-s are through
’cause silky black is causing cardiac arrest
any rapper with a problem, come get it off your chest
[chorus]
blow it up, silk
blow it up, silk
blow it up, silk
blow it up, silk
blow it up, silk
blow it up, silk
blow it up, silk
blow it up
[verse 2]
the power and the speed of the rhyme will break your spine
when i flex, rubberneck n-gg-s better clear the deck
i’m rougher than rough, scream like a b-tch when you had enough
raw styles, it’s like a n-gg-‘s down like handcuffs
silky black, now who the f-ck said i’m a new jack?
been ripping the mic before your n-gg- started selling crack
i slap your face like f-cking nothing, costello
the sayer of your rhyme to a beatle, acapello
i flow it mellow, and i’ma wreck it like i’m driving it
who gives a f-ck about the gossip or the rhetoric?
this rough neck motherf-cker’s ready to wreck the set
with styles that rough like a inner city project
place a bet, ’cause i’m something like a thoroughbred
f-ck what you heard, plus f-ck what you said
n-gg-s spread like jelly, i’m kicking like jim kelly
peace to that old-school n-gg- melly melly
but rapping, i’m something like a nymphomaniac
’cause i’m hitting the mic from the back, b-tch, i’m a rough
wrap him down with an arm, you think you’re harming me?
you’re buggin’, i’m sluggin’, if you’re bigger, then i’m pluggin’
your -ss with a mega blast, i’ll make it last
i’ll hurt him like a n-gg- with two bullets in his -ss
and as i flow dope styles are gonna throw up
the beat’s by showbiz, so silk is gonna blow up
[chorus]
blow it up, silk
blow it up, silk
blow it up, silk
blow it up, silk
blow it up, silk
blow it up, silk
blow it up, silk
blow it up
[outro]
blow up, blow up
blow up, blow up
blow up, blow up
blow up, blow up
blow up, blow up
blow up, blow up
blow up, blow up
blow up, blow up
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