Hopping on that mic With that God like feel Every bar deserves a replay Like a highlight reel Five o'clock in the morning I'm at Hi-Lite still UGP on the track We do a drive by kill brrrat
Knock knock who's there Half of the YOX Hi-Lite mob with a couple of boxes Rockin' a new pair Been nice since Pochacco Mashimaro and Blue Bear Been going hard since Marshalls Had Polo and Wu Wear Starvin' like the first day I'm forever famished Use to write my lyrics With a jelly pen inside of a planner This Korean girl who learned To do eyebrows with the Spanish Rip it to record Mom's stockings Started to vanish yo Grand Puba showed me balance How to ride bikes Honin' talents Battling over Counter Strike mics I watched Rap City freestyles Like how they not write I was disappointed my freestyle Never sounded that nice But I was told that they were written Yo I found out last night But if that's the case Then these standards Became my ankle weights Now I can go off the top Like a French crop And just rap for days Started shaping up buzzin' Anybody could catch the fade You thinking you dope But you tripping you smoking I'm different I'm potent You lost already You slipping and choking Understudies study my verse Like some scriptures recorded Only time you get dissected's When I'm ripping you open You frigid Your shoulders are shaking Like you nervous and cold Murder you rappers With shit you never heard of before I love pain masochistic Never prefer to withdraw Consider this a Lyricks version Of a courtesy call you heard
Hopping on that mic With that God like feel Every bar deserves a replay Like a highlight reel Five o'clock in the morning I'm at Hi-Lite still UGP on the track We do a drive by kill brrrat
Knock knock Uri charye naeryeowa neo dangjang Knock knock Urin main dish neonen banchan Knock knock Urin gyesok gibun joeun sangsang Knock knock Hyeonsireseo nalgae dalgo nara
Knock knock annyeonghaseyo Urin Reddy and YOX Eotteon biteuedo sickhae Jigeum pillyohaeyo yak MP Hip-Hop CB Mass deutgo jaran naya Yeope Rick and Jneun Wu-Tangirang Chillin'haneun saiya Andoeneun geol doege haneun ge naui neungnyeok Nae miraeneun niga yesang mot hae Like keolling gukdae Naega gaekohyeongui Versedeureul ttara baeteotdeusi Eotteon nomdeureun jigeumdo Nae versedeureul loophae Neonen namgwa neul bigyohamyeo salji Neoreul bigwanhamyeo salji Bisogeoreul ibe dalgo salmyeo Ppittakan cheokaji Biseuthan cheokaji Anim biseutharyeo haji Nugul binanhago sipeo hae Bigeugi doel ttaekkaji Baeteun daero sara uh uh Nan silsuhal ttaedo isseo Yeah I know ahh Urin daechukjeya Sul mothamyeon remoneideu ttareo Nae hyeotbadageun Django Jeonbu sswabeoriji shotgun
Fuck a knock knock We kickin' doors down Watch us pop up Walk up like this is our town We are not done This is not somethin' you know This isn't what you thought Kickin' something raw You kickin' rocks While we liftin' off Yeah and we leavin' ‘em In bits and pieces Reason bein' we believed In this for different reasons Seen things not Of the average sight Above average In every aspect of this life Look this is that shit In front of the masses bat shit Aftermath is caskets ashes Lyrics baffling Filled with passion Killed in action Listen this not some silly rap shit Hold up Fuck whatever you know Of when we show up And fuck all of that no love And just pour up Yeah Reddy and Y-O-X is here So take a seat And try ya best to hear ya hear
Hopping on that mic with that God like feel Every bar deserves a replay like a highlight reel Five o'clock in the morning I'm at Hi-Lite still UGP on the track we do a drive by kill brrrat
Knock knock Uri charye naeryeowa neo dangjang Knock knock Urin main dish neonen banchan Knock knock Urin gyesok gibun joeun sangsang Knock knock Hyeonsireseo nalgae dalgo nara.
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Hopping on that mic with that God like feel Every bar deserves a replay like a highlight reel Five o’clock in the morning, I’m at Hi-Lite still UGP on the track, we do a drive by kill, brrrat
Knock knock, who’s there? Half of the YOX Hi-Lite mob with a couple of boxes, rockin’ a new pair Been nice since Pochacco, Mashimaro and Blue Bear Been going hard since Marshalls had Polo and Wu Wear Starvin’ like the first day, I’m forever famished Use to write my lyrics with a jelly pen inside of a planner This Korean girl who learned to do eyebrows with the Spanish Rip it to record, mom’s stockings started to vanish, yo Grand Puba showed me balance, how to ride bikes Honin’ talents, battling over Counter Strike mics I watched Rap City freestyles like how they not write I was disappointed my freestyle never sounded that nice But I was told that they were written, yo, I found out last night But if that’s the case, then these standards became my ankle weights Now I can go off the top like a French crop and just rap for days Started shaping up, buzzin’, anybody could catch the fade You thinking you dope, but you tripping, you smoking I’m different, I’m potent, you lost already, you slipping and choking Understudies study my verse like some scriptures recorded Only time you get dissected’s when I’m ripping you open You frigid, your shoulders are shaking like you nervous and cold Murder you rappers with shit you never heard of before I love pain, masochistic, never prefer to withdraw Consider this a Lyricks version of a courtesy call, you heard?
Hopping on that mic with that God like feel Every bar deserves a replay like a highlight reel Five o’clock in the morning, I’m at Hi-Lite still UGP on the track, we do a drive by kill, brrrat
Knock knock, 우리 차례, 내려와, 너 당장 Knock knock, 우린 main dish, 너넨 반찬 Knock knock, 우린 계속 기분 좋은 상상 Knock knock, 현실에서 날개 달고 날아
Knock knock, 안녕하세요, 우린 Reddy and YOX 어떤 비트에도 sick해, 지금 필요해요, 약 MP Hip-Hop, CB Mass 듣고 자란 나야 옆에 Rick and J는 Wu-Tang이랑 chillin’하는 사이야 안되는 걸 되게 하는 게 나의 능력 내 미래는 니가 예상 못 해 like 컬링 국대 내가 개코형의 verse들을 따라 뱉었듯이 어떤 놈들은 지금도 내 verse들을 loop해 너넨 남과 늘 비교하며 살지, 너를 비관하며 살지 비속어를 입에 달고 살며 삐딱한 척하지 비슷한 척하지, 아님 비슷하려 하지 누굴 비난하고 싶어 해, 비극이 될 때까지 뱉은 대로 살아, uh, uh 난 실수할 때도 있어, yeah, I know, ahh 우린 대축제야, 술 못하면 레모네이드 따러 내 혓바닥은 Django, 전부 쏴버리지, shotgun
Fuck a knock knock, we kickin’ doors down, watch us pop up Walk up like this is our town, we are not done This is not somethin’ you know, this isn’t what you thought Kickin’ something raw, you kickin’ rocks while we liftin’ off Yeah, and we leavin’ ‘em in bits and pieces Reason bein’ we believed in this for different reasons Seen things not of the average sight Above average in every aspect of this life Look, this is that shit in front of the masses, bat shit Aftermath is caskets, ashes Lyrics baffling, filled with passion, killed in action Listen, this not some silly rap shit, hold up Fuck whatever you know of when we show up And fuck all of that no love and just pour up Yeah, Reddy and Y-O-X is here So take a seat and try ya best to hear, ya hear
Hopping on that mic with that God like feel Every bar deserves a replay like a highlight reel Five o’clock in the morning, I’m at Hi-Lite still UGP on the track, we do a drive by kill, brrrat
Knock knock, 우리 차례, 내려와, 너 당장 Knock knock, 우린 main dish, 너넨 반찬 Knock knock, 우린 계속 기분 좋은 상상 Knock knock, 현실에서 날개 달고 날아Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
