paroles de chanson Fellowship - Binary Star

Yo we gonna do it like this, Binary Star.
The notorious Athletic Mic League
And my man Decomposed, got flows,
We do it just like this

Yo, yes yes ya'll, (yes ya'll)
AML got the vibe ya'll, (vibe ya'll)
Real live ya'll, (live ya'll)
Yes yes ya'll, (yes ya'll)
Decomposed got the vibe ya'll, (vibe ya'll)
Real live ya'll, (live ya'll)
Yes yes ya'll, (yes ya'll)
Binary star got the vibe ya'll, (vibe ya'll)
Real live ya'll. (live ya'll)
Yes yes ya'll (yes ya'll)
We got the vibe,
Real live ya'll. (live ya'll)
Real live ya'll. (live ya'll)

In this age of the Sagittarius, I'm abrasive in various ways,
If you come across makeshift 'cause fake is as fake does,
And fake kids get fake love, and lace you with hate that weighs tons,
So I try to stay away from those type of guys,
Don't got the heart to show love, no vital signs,
We lost them, horizontal line,
No pulse rate for usin' all your force to hate
Instead of tryin' to coordinate
Ya'll trashin' the name,
And that's all we have in this game,
Nowhere near the cash and the fame,
So if you wanna bring it back to elementary school,
Na-na-na boo boo, we hate you too.

Decompose,
Rhymes come together like crochet
It will be no way, a rose like a bouquet
It's simple to imagine it, but when the rap is great
It's a bad mistake to gladiate my magistrate
Yeah you have to wait 'cause I can't stand you
My command to make you ear ring like bamboo
I plan to reach higher peaks from a-liver beats
Hit entire streets, inspire peeps,
You better Bounce like dryer sheets.
So what's the matter son, cat gotcha tongue
From the raps that I swung
Strap got you hung from the crap that you spun
Attack with a gun
That's where a pair of hoods can see us like cell as we reachin heights that Fair could
Get high and rise to the top, like mercury,
My birthday beat workin the mic circuitry perfectly.
Worship me, I got what you lust for
Cause on the rough tour I rock heads like Mt Rushmore

Yes yes ya'll, (yes ya'll)
AML got the vibe ya'll, (vibe ya'll)
Real live ya'll, (live ya'll)
Yes yes ya'll, (yes ya'll)
Decomposed got the vibe ya'll, (vibe ya'll)
Real live ya'll, (live ya'll)
Yes yes ya'll, (yes ya'll)
Binary star got the vibe ya'll, (vibe ya'll)
Real live ya'll. (live ya'll)
Yes yes ya'll (yes ya'll)
We got the vibe,
Real live ya'll. (live ya'll)
Real live ya'll. (live ya'll)

If you're hungry for some real hip hop, we came to feed you
I lead you, outta the dark with my cerebral
Shine on the mic, don't you party people front
We wanna see you jump like Evil Kinevil stunts
Binary Star Athletic Mic League assembling fire kindling
Gods gift to adrenaline
Representin Waterworld, that's Michigan
You lack discipline,
You goin' nowhere like flat Michelins.
Take off your Timberlands, you won't need 'em.
That's what I tell MCs before I battle and defeat 'em.
The Anonymous, who the heck am I?
Testify: Guy on the mic, you can't see with a naked eye.
Givin' you individuals invisible rituals.
Line after line habitual, not your typical rhyme
I said it first, whatever works, energetic verse,
Your head'll burst, I bet it hurts,
Time for red alerts

It's like this
(They aint got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship)
Whack MCs be the first to diss
(They aint got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship)
I hear a million MCs pop they lips
(They aint got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship)
It don't matter how many mics you flip
(They aint got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship)

Metallic, Jurassic sole survivor, restrict to find her
Oxygen, the brain depriver
It's time to – hide me in your basement
I introduce myself as Radon, straight cancer. More bomb
Than air force one, let me be a sky diver, divider
See my dreads break the blade of Delilah
Besides her, the fact that we the cats the lick the grits from Mel's Diner
My net concentrates the quick twitch muscle fiber
Masters of deception – we do a show
Show a little affection
And the cat in the front row fronts:
The modern speech will detect em,
You're best off to move your rectum,
Side to side just like a spectrum

Jacques Cousteau, amphibious skills
So deep you need gills, trainin for Navy Seals
These waters are treacherous and
For rappers jeopardous
Lames attest its like Jaws with a death wish,
It's suicidal, bring a knife to a gun fight.
You dead on arrival.
You shoulda known better, no court will hold me liable
It's the law of survival, Chapter 1, verse 1 of the MC bible
Need to get up on your studies
School's in session for you and your butt buddies
Take it back to rhyme structure 101 for you dummies
And class is free so you can keep your pop monies,
We do it 'cause were hungry
What predator doesn't hunt for the kill, bust for the rush
Real seekers on a natural high, we shootin up
Through your veins, uncut, hot shots and such
Fiends by any means, you feel it when we touch

Many cats try to rap with this
(They aint got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship)
Whack MCs be the first to diss
(They aint got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship)
It don't matter how matter how many rhymes you spit
(They aint got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship)
Theres a million MCs that pop lip
(They aint got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship)

Yes yes ya'll, (yes ya'll)
AML got the vibe ya'll, (vibe ya'll)
Real live ya'll, (live ya'll)
Yes yes ya'll, (yes ya'll)
Decomposed got the vibe ya'll, (vibe ya'll)
Real live ya'll, (live ya'll)
Yes yes ya'll, (yes ya'll)
Binary star got the vibe ya'll, (vibe ya'll)
Real live ya'll. (live ya'll)
Yes yes ya'll (yes ya'll)
We got the vibe,
Real live ya'll. (live ya'll)
Real live ya'll. (live ya'll)

Yes yes ya'll (yes ya'll)
We got the vibe (x8)