Power Rap freestyle interlude - Prodigy

Power Rap freestyle interlude - Prodigy

  • Year of release: 2000
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 2:26

Below is the lyrics of the song Power Rap freestyle interlude , artist - Prodigy with translation

Lyrics " Power Rap freestyle interlude "

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Power Rap freestyle interlude

Prodigy

Pile raps inside my skull cap like a brick stack, the kid is back

I told y’all niggas ninety-eight lives that

Yo, ninety-nine I piss on rap

Two thousand where your pistols at?

Thunn, we be the men in black fatigue

Thirty-thousand dollar chains that swing

Yo catch me in the street, poppin' that bullshit

Catch a fat lift, holes all over your shit

Bust guns like, nuts all over your bitch

Yo you’s a woman, tell me what the fuck you tryin' to do when

You’re growlin' all over the tape, you get chewed when

I touch that shit, not only that on the concrete

We splash more niggas than the wavepool did

Check out my new shit, we blood spill, you still ice grill

Mad cause your clique’s shit is homo, the Mobb stay real

You steady playin' the field

Nigga you sideline rhyme, customers complain they can’t feel

You cooked up a half-ass meal

It’s time for me to catch burn on the wheels of steel

My shit fills, the appetite of the populace

We could do it via satellites just us

And show the world how that ass get bust

Ever since a little yuke, I had this lust

To pick up the motherfuckin' pen and just rush

Like morphine beats, through the wires of the EPS plus

You get penalized, for tryin' to rock with the upmost

Get branded, for bein weak the most, now be ghost

The fuck outta here, with that bullshit you tryin' to share

With the planet, you need to be shot rappin'

I got sickle cell I feel the pain all year, what’s happenin'

Fake thugs wanna front like they contractin'

Numbers on my head, thun please, I’m here waitin'

You can’t touch me, there’s no fake love amongst me

There’s no fake niggas that’s run with me

Somebody gave y’all the wrong info, I ain’t get kicko-ed

You nympho, put me on to where you breathe at

You 'sposed to taught that bitch much better than that

I dwell, where the rest of my vets is at

From Sumnerville to BX and back

To the lab in the dungeons

My house of reresentatives stay starvin', beats thumpin'

We unholy, 'cause there ain’t a part missin'

My commission, sit at the table like the last supper, fucker

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