paroles de chanson Supa Dynamite (feat. Mr. Lif) (clean) - Asamov

And J Ville got it (soul!)
And O Zone got it (soul!)
And Miami got it (soul!)
(Supa dynamite soul)
And Atlanta got it (soul!)
And Chi-Town got it (soul!)
And Seattle got it
(Supa dynamite soul)
You know Philly got it (soul!)
And Ohio got it (soul!)
And Texas got it
(Supa dynamite soul)
You know Cali got it (soul!)
And New York got it (soul!)
And V.A. got it
(Supa)

Who rock the spot dawg? You know we puttin' clowns to shame
This is how we do, you know we lightin' up the stage
I'm Archie Bell I'm here to make you tighten up your aim
Shoot your gift cause Asamov is known for shuttin' down the game
Ain't comin' close so there's no need for you to step to this
Stylin' out two the third power plus we fresh with this
This what happen when we link with a Perceptionist boy
What you think? We some certified specialist
So come and bring it we gon' lay it on the line
Try to take us man? You must be out your rabid ass mind
Yeah, you diss that shit that makes you hate what I do
But get hype whenever you hearin' my 8 times 2
Come on now, there ain't no way you can relate to my crew
So homie watch out, you gon' get muscled or boxed out
Or, you can tussle on the ground and knocked out
And I stand on top of you talkin' shit so what's up now?

And you know what I'm sayin'
And Jersey got it (soul!)
And Rhode Island got it (soul!)
And Alabama got it
(Supa dynamite soul)
Yeah, and Portland got it (soul!)
And Las Vegas got it (soul!)
And Tallahassee got it (soul!)
(Supa dynamite soul)
Yeah and Detroit got it (soul!)
And B-More got it (soul!)
And Tennessee got it
(Supa dynamite soul)
Yeah and N.C. got it (soul!)
And D.C. got it (soul!)
And Boston got it
(Supa)

This is something that I use a bone saw for
You just a sophomore
With six stroke on par four
Double bogie, fake phoney nigga that imitate
Soon as my head shake, I generate earthquake
Representer through the epicenter
Leave you limbs at the front desk with a pound of your flesh
Fresh meat mayday, grade A disaster
I'm the after, path blaster, present smoker
Minute shaker, second choker
Continue a marauder, kill time to fill quota
And you can gaze into the future if you must but you'll be turned to dust
As in your film will just corrode and rust
I go to Rome and?? flow through like??
Set you up and silently scope you
I'm foul bro
Similar to Malvo
Ricochet, make 'em pay, this is my

And you know so let's go
Africa got it (soul!)
And Germany got it (soul!)
And Jamaica got it
(Supa dynamite soul)
Yeah, you know Spain got it (soul!)
And then Sweden got it (soul!)
And Australia got it
(Supa dynamite soul)
Yeah and Puerto Rico got it (soul!)
The Philippines got it (soul!)
And T Dot got it
(Supa dynamite soul)
Yeah Amsterdam got it (soul!)
And U.K. got it (soul!)
And Tokoyo got it
(Supa)

Now I'm at the age where I spark the flame
Retarded lames want their stars the same
For fame, nigga hate it's part of the game
But hold too, we told you
You softer than tofu, it's so true
Back the fuck up, merci beaucoup
You know duke, I don't feel your shit
Your coins lost in the sauce like a Tutarian chip
Soldiers for the art with no signs of fatigue
Gon' expose your inner feelings that you wear on your sleeve
Triple 16 out the magazine for rap fiends
Last seen extracting spleens with a black machine
The cordless the rawness, the audio technicolor
What we? in this light to bother your retina
We heard of what you servin' up
Burnin' your chefs hands
Super fresh lyrics squeezed straight out the Crest can
Rollin' like Frankenstine, killer robot design
Anamov antivirus for your rotten mind

One time you know that James Brown got it (soul!)
And Gil Scott got it (soul!)
And Barry White got it
(Supa dynamite soul)
And Fred Wesley got it (soul!)
And Stevie Wonder got it (soul!)
And Sly Stone got it
(Supa dynamite soul)
And Quincy Jones got it (soul!)
And Roy Ayers got it (soul!)
And Lynn Collins got it
(Supa dynamite soul)
And Kool Herc got it (soul!)
You know Flash got it (soul!)
And Bambaataa got it
(Supa dynamite soul)