paroles de chanson Plugged In - Dunes

I'm Larry Bird, kid you're Larry Botched-it
Belts notched, thick lapels and deep pockets
Chop-shop talk, yo walk the block backwards
Havoc, when he on the mic it just happens

Throws a couple cuffs now he think he spits rough
Kid enough, young bucks talk slick til tragic
Triple 20's to 141,
Triple 20, triple 19, double 12 done [501]

He just begun, kid ain't even been drunk
Who'd a thunk a dumb luck kid be bringin' home the funk
Charlie Patton on the mic without a throat slit
Croakin' while he choking all these rappers ain't about shit

The way he paddy-cake a kid i'd have to lacerate
The throat of the goat, I'm pullin' yokes while I'm half baked
Kid these rappers just tacky wack trash snakes
Temptin' fate, fathers probably fat jakes

You plugged in kid? It's what it is kid
Dunes got the verbiage all em cowards ain't heard yet
You plugged in kid? It's what it is kid
Sweeps and Grease, we got em beats for the streets
You plugged in kid? It's what it is kid
Dunes got the verbiage all em cowards ain't heard yet
You plugged in kid? It's what it is kid
Sweeps and Grease we got em beats for the streets

Had the grip out the rip whippin' clips spittin' sick
Hittin' trips, earnin' tips when the hammer clicks
Had the fix in the mix, brought a couple sticks
Caught a couple whiffs, sparked a spliff kickin' yuppies out

It's worth a listen, you can hear him talking millions
With a smidgeon kid his arrogance is something short of getting gout
The way he hit em with the rhythm unforgiven
Kid the knowledge he was given, earns a living while he runs his mouth

Throw the money round don't you forget it
Couple points on the vig, start sweating
His expression: a violin's lack of frettin'
Class in session, look at all the wreckage

Bullet-hole prose holes grow tearin' sweaters
Verbiage thickens as the blood clots fuse together
Visions quicken when the syllables all start to kick in
16 shots, ya body rocked, before the hook was written