paroles de chanson RELEASE - Dante Jordan

Alotta chitter-chatter on who's badder
Tryin to climb their crews ladder
But in a feud, them dudes scatter
So we aint here to prove 'you lose'
Just accelerate no matter how many fellas hate
And we aint gonna sink with that jealous weight
Wait, I wish I was smoother
Naw, I wish I was hardcore
Feelin suicidal if I cant provide those Suicide car doors
Nah, I cant relate, that aint my mindstate
I just wanna create opposite of the fake
And still make her behind shake
Hit the caboose
I give em the noose if they wanna get in the loop
I chop em like Spruce and dig em up at the roots
Couldn't give a fuck bout your loot
Its all in the aesthetic
It aint what you say, but how you said it
You keep thirsty for this flow
Even though its a diuretic
You could be on fire an never lit
Just choose your path etiquette
If you wanna last, just never quit
Dont hesitate you pathetic bitch
Yah, i said it lit
Thats intricate we weaven an woven
Everything that Im speakin is stolen off the top of my mind
Im leakin it
Rollin heaps of it
Breakin through any walls and barriers
Trojin
You emcees thinkin' you scarier, woe then
I don't wanna participate
When everybody just wanna see everybody else at their Wake

All these styles, Im so confused
Everybody wild and on the loose
So damn nutty, I want my own
But i can't get into my zone
So why dont I just leave the gate
Wide on open for yall to hate
And while you there
Just grab my keys
And rev me up
Its my release
Its my release

Witness the brink of Babylon
Whatup to Jinx and Kavawon
Yall created links and built the castle strong
Lit by Torch, to pass it on
If you didnt catch that one
Torch is Moke
The same Goat who paved the path we travel on
What to Vish 5150 and Ish
The whole B.C.U.G
Even that Rob Ripka bitch
Hit the switch, this album list is fuckin lit
Grab the oven mitts
Chew this grit, its tough as shit
I mean petrified logs
These styles been selected by God
Round the same time mic's were being tested by Augz
Another 5 years before I perfected my flaws
The objective to knock
Roofs off, and boost off
Through their shoes and socs
Fuck being stuck in one spot
Its time we move the clocks

All these styles, Im so confused
Everybody wild and on the loose
So damn nutty, I want my own
But i can't get into my zone
So why dont I just leave the gate
Wide on open for yall to hate
And while you there
Just grab my keys
And rev me up

Up in this abundant with several substances
Im inches from pinchin' a nerve an not flinchin'
Grippin the curve between indecision and intermission
Im wishin the crowd would stop bitchin
Its so loud and im itchen' for a better sitch to slip in
Not proud that im pissed and i wanna be sober
Not a wannabe ogre who thinks im spewin' the facts
When im vomiting yogurt til my throat hurts
No worse than being coerced into startin' a show you know it won't work
Ill go first, lets mumble a verse with no words
Yadda di blibbity, ya i know that you heard
Word to the birds
Bird up, Meow
Autotune that
Assume that position and move back
To when we would listen to 3 stacks
With 2 packs of lubed hats
For cooch cats who knew that
We just wanted to make the boots clack
True that
True to this truest influence
Who kept the hood with the druids
Used his movements to measure up from the square to the cubic
Whatever unit, you choose it
Long as you don't reduce it
Keep it exclusive, see
I be too elusive
Cause I aint talkin by twattin on the Twitter
I dont care how to use it
But it dont make me go Boo hoo hoo hoo bitch
Cause this is just music
Not amusement
Confusing as Rubiks
But its just so damn soothing to do this