paroles de chanson Hidden Potential - Centri feat. Dokta Strange, Earthadox

My style goes through any school old or new
It don't matter raps scatters echoes a sounds of wave matter
It does matter when raps wraps arms of a tackler
Grip your thoughts with claws of a hawk I'm still human we'll talk
Nope cause plans still brewing from my own hobby cat
Some ask me where my lobby's at, back of the brain where it foggy at

I told you my music is my hobby cat right
I speak what I like music may not be sold with a price
There's no roll to the dice when souls intact were not kittens
Were grown cats lions may even scratch on a track
No DJ on the mix we not worried a bit

Slowing down my punch line with no fist
You freakin telepathic rap in you snap pin totally lost in it
Lost in what? In this game of rap, rap game with fame
And shame attached Its not a game in Life

Like the game of Life like Bruce in the Game of Death
This rap game came with steps step prints in the back
In a mirror a mess where you see where its at Its well buried
Yea I ain't worried when raps splash like jump shots of all Curry's

Which one the father or the two others what you think
The champion one the Splash Brother ya eyes blurry
Man hurry up I'm in need in no hurry why's that raps turns monstrous
Like a thousand Keith Murray ready to flow in a quick hurry

At steady peak long winning streaks lyrics are geeked
With a squad of freaks Eddie Monster peeks
From the street underground speaks vertical straight up
Volcanic heats up no sun-rays will heat up infinite vocab rap cheat-a
You cheater na just fast and clever with the word play I speak of