Horseshoe - Royce 5'9, Horseshoe Gang

Horseshoe - Royce 5'9, Horseshoe Gang

Год
2010
Язык
`English`
Длительность
230050

Below is the lyrics of the song Horseshoe , artist - Royce 5'9, Horseshoe Gang with translation

Lyrics " Horseshoe "

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Horseshoe

Royce 5'9, Horseshoe Gang

Let’s get this lyrical murdering under way

Put these niggas way under, no delay andale

Make these niggas lay under

Dirt, the undertaker’s taking over

No wonder they getting ate by the eighth wonder

What you saying sorry like apologies

My poisonous bars got toxicologists

Analyzing my anthologies

Can’t harm me, why pop at me

It’s like I got hereditary sensory autonomic neuropathy

Why box with me, harder to hit than a lottery

Why bother me, kill cats like curiosity

We enter the place and niggas shake like they naked strippers

They hate these niggas because we make figures like a pottery

Y’all upset me like a nun who’s bad

I’m deadly with my one-two jab

I can punch through, gun proof glass

Kill shit when I wreck, Conrad Murry

I’m responsible for this mics death

Allow me to put this in perspective, check it

That was Bar Exam One, allow me to quote from the second

Nigga there gotta know, nobody as hot as me

Got a dragon’s heart, boy I’m so Sean Connery

The four-five pop’ll give your whole squad lobotomy

My snub nose in the air and the chrome shotty gotta be conceited

Bring life to rhymes I’m creating

Bust hard on a track before it stop ovulating

You say you sick come see me, the rhyme doctor’s waiting

My occupation is to off my patients

It’s not augmentations when I put something in your chest

And yep, tools fucking you up like a botched operation

I let them slugs go free, my Glocks not enslaving

My bullets nigga, pull the trigga from my tool and thin ya

Niggas hear my Glocks proclamation, bullet emancipation

Every hot shot’s a statement

Shoe-gang, they loot for they loot

Quick gunners you ain’t got a shot when they shoot

To the grave I’m a walk around with the trey deuce

Die with my arms out like I’m trying to be Jesus

I’m gigantic and quite manic and accurate when ever I blam it

That’s the reason these niggas panic

Get it right, I’m disgusting around mics

Like Yahtzee this game is nothing without Dice

No matter how many thoughts I leak on cheap (?) tapes

I can never fully drain my massive think tank

Play me the best, I bet I’ll eat what he can’t

Even he’ll have to mark my pictures my speech paint

We mobsters, rocking rocks and goat

Nine tick toking, watches, cocking rides and fighting (?)

Popping optics, squashing squash with problem

Y’all can’t stop these cobsters, that’s preposterous

I’m a spot light villain

Diamond heist I’m shine stealing

I must be Christ-like cause your wife she like kneeling

If looks could kill I got you in my sniper sight

I’m ice thrilling like my ice grills in

Erase you like ancient Mayans

Escape from an insane asylum

I’ll make any atheist and satanist praise a tyrant

I’m scraping the sky be height a giant that’s named Goliath

When I stomp the continent brakes creating islands

In honor of Obama’s inauguration I’m enslaving Republicans

I stuff em in concentration

Camps I’m Osama and I’m a racist

I hate the human race so I’m wasting the population

I’m an ape and I’m crazy as dominatrix and Dahmer raping his momma to spawn an

abomination

Wait, give me the safe’s combination

I’m Tyra Banks brother Bobby

I rob banks with the face of Ronald Reagan

Y’all bitches should call Nickel the Don Bishop

The poet, a mixture of Don Go and some John Grisham

The flow will have you rewinding four-five times

That landmine rhyme written with porcupine lines

Step up here with the horseshoe

COB gang we them folks who will

Bend your gun barrel to a horseshoe

Only fuck with monsters, we the true monsters

I pop up on you like you said Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice

I can’t even see the both

I can fit in Stevie’s shoe

I’m sick, I’ve got that Desert Eagle flu

I’m rich, little nigga we don’t need the set, Teflon

The doctor tried to take blood the needle bent, ask mom

Fifty percent of you niggas is punk bitches

I fuck with real niggas

Real niggas that want weight but don’t want fitness

Vision a horseshoe is all I could see, shit

Me and Crooked I done let the dogs off their leashes

Just let it ride

Just let that shit set in

Let it resonate in your brain, fruit

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