paroles de chanson Wrong Move (feat. Holloway) - DZ

Yeah
One more move will have you trying to climb back up the ladder
Hit you with collateral damage in your bladder
But for the sake of this rhyme, I'll keep it plain and simple
TJ, I'm going vicious
I'm going vicious
And there still ain't been a time where I haven't kept it real
Fucked around with pills, show some recognition
Yeah
Put some smoke up in the sky, I might have got too high
I've seen too many angels and demons, I've had a premonition
A premonition you're dying, this isn't fire with fire
No
This is fire with rocket launcher
I'll sock your jaw just to watch you fall down and try to recall
Que paso, like knocking back tequila and waking up like, "What
The fuck happened?" This is what happens when gasoline hits a
Couple matches or when Osama Bin Laden gets in some flying practice
'Cause we the bomb, see me swerving up in that go-go gadget
'Cause we that faction, that action, we grab that shit and cash in
Trip Jack and Mafia, we mobbin' the way we run these rackets
We making noise you ain't heard before
We make a racket
Just like Maria Sharapova, we go back and forth
With my brother, DZ, on the fucking floor
Ain't no average MCs, send them to the Lord
They take a flick and say cheese like a platter board
And so I spit some straight heat on this motherboard
Spin it round, got DZ, what my brother doing
It's the wrong look to try and fuck with my team
We got potential to get ugly, turn to something obscene
It's like a movie scene when I step on the screen 'cause
I'm the ghost face killer, something straight out of Scream
Haha
This cameleer wave about to blow up the earth then
I hop in a spaceship to the place of my birth
You earthlings bore me
It's a blessing and curse to be this fucking good at rapping
I don't need to rehearse 'cause not a single
Rapper on my level here, let's get it straight
Snort a line of jet fuel to get off my face
Looking for the nearest motherfucker to decapitate
Then escape to the closest building I can detonate
I'm saying, fuck the fame, not the fortune
I need the whole cake, not a portion
We want it all
Shout out to my mama, no abortion
'Cause now we got a star in the making
My cousin cooking shahs in the basement
We grew up living hard but we harvest innovation
And now we living large, can I show a demonstration?
When we took a trip to Mars in the rocket elevation
We feeling like some martians, they got us reservations
Let me hit ya boy two times, I gave him renovations
Cooked him like a crouton, I served him up with bacon
I ain't listening what they saying, fake it 'til you make it
Yeah
I made it then I faked it
Okay
I can't fuck around with patience, I might lose it all
I might lose it all, Churchill in the second war
Way I'm blowing smoke, shit get hotter than a molotov
Sipping all this vodka like we Vladivostok
TJ Soviet, you see my snipers on the hilltop
Ca- kaboom, we filling tombs, they assume that we new to this
Something scarier than Brendan Fraser in The Mummy movie is
Rolling up that green, something dubious, I'm truly sick
Drop in now, they leave the country broken like Trudeau did
This movie flick superstitious, don't mention our
Fucking names in the night when the moon is lit
Or I appear with a dagger up in your
Room and shit, evacuate the building
Never can they remove the stench
And this round two for you bastards
Holloway and DZ, no one harder
TJM on the sweater when they pass us
And the answer is no if you ask us