Say Something - Black Milk, Nametag, Slim S.D.H.

Say Something - Black Milk, Nametag, Slim S.D.H.

Альбом
Popular Demand
Год
2007
Язык
`English`
Длительность
249860

Below is the lyrics of the song Say Something , artist - Black Milk, Nametag, Slim S.D.H. with translation

Lyrics " Say Something "

Original text with translation

Say Something

Black Milk, Nametag, Slim S.D.H.

A world wind of sound, I’m grabbing the Oscar

On top of my game so keep ya eyes up

Y’all can’t rise but y’all guys fall

I’m still high like blue skies where stars align up

Change the game, I’m crushing it

So hang yourself until you feet can dangle under ya

Build your empire up and I’m still crushin' it down

Until it look like legos tumbling

They mumbling that I’m tha illest, the new thing

So if the shoe fits, I’m lacing the shoe strings

Ballin' hard, my nigga’s Pat Ewing

God, got a couple tricks up under my two sleeves

Jot a couple lines on top of some loose leaf

And I need more then two sheets

No sleep at night, and even when the sun’s up

From beats to rhymes, I’m hard on both ends, call me numbchucks

Hook (2x):

They ain’t really saying nothing, we getting it

Them niggas ain’t spraying nothing, we getting it

Same lame niggas, same fronting, we getting it

Shame on a (Nuh), and if he say something

They can act like they don’t know, the hallo flows

Over there head, when I’m holding a pen

Call me an ink slinger;

give a beat a tattoo

And I stay on the roll, I’m sorta like crap shooting

I advance quicker then a cats movements

Chasing the mouse and breaking out strong as the Hulk

When he rip through cloth, all I do is stir up

Bars are sick, I’mma need cough syrup

Call the law firm up, we gotta case, another track

Tag had a verse full, turned up murdered

I’m a person, something like a furnace

Burning up, rising highs, a tidal wave nigga, surf’s up

My flow tight as a shirt tucked

The goal is to earn bucks, get a bundle of money standing up tall

I got the mic with a clutched palm

Having the audience off of they feet like a center at jump-ball

Hook (2x)

You young punks is pound puppies

I remember when you got your first pound

You was found lucky

That underground ugly (Cold!)

Since the silent whispers of lost souls and dead guppies

Roll with the underdog, give it up like applause

Robbing batsards masked it, Pete of tha paid pah (?)

That thirty-thirty knocked you nose off six blocks away

The sound of the city, that sound like a cave

Hook (2x)

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