paroles de chanson On And On Featuring Sadat X - Sadat X , El Da Sensei

Uh, uh, yeah
We go on and on to the next
Sadat X, with me tonight
Here we go y'all
We go on and on

The top draft pick to rock on point like dot com
Recommend my soul glow when the Sen perform
Storm troops and groups lick off on productions
Bustin' heat, motherfuckin' unique flows, reluctant
To hush crowds cause they don't know shit
Crushin' know-it-all frauds cause they ain't legit
Hardly, I smartly cross Ts and black eyes
To these rap guys who try and antagonize I

And if I never hit a diamond and your Billboard fame
If I never hear a motherfucker yellin' my name
What I claim is the 5'2" H-T horror
Bronx location, there's no vacation
With the mic in one hand, a stack of bills in the other
A girl that I love and her foul baby mother
A year back taxes, promo waxes
A thousand handshakes from a thousand fakes

We go on and on to the next
We can talk about rhymes, weed or sex
See, we go on and on to the next
True pioneers, still here and we double the threat
We go on and on to the next
El Da Sensei with the X with no special effects
We go on and on, Bricks to the BX
Hittin' y'all motherfuckers so who's up next

Who could ever follow this mission?
It's a man with a damn good condition
Yo, hear me El
And I'mma set it off from the openin' bell
The untraceable king, the great Dot
I'mma reach in my bag, show y'all just what I got
The hammer, sick grammar, and the twelves
Right about now, I ain't got nothin' on the shelves
I might not ever reach the air, but on the concrete, I'll get it there
Grind it out like I do
And everybody say there's no invincible crew
The cowboy rides alone
You get hit with this stone
And you gon' have to bury your own
I'm convenient, I'mma get lenient and loose
Two years of sleep give a nigga here juice
I'm about to wake the sleeping giant
I'mma shake up a client for bread and a video spread

We go on and on to the next
We can talk about rhymes, weed or sex
See, we go on and on to the next
True pioneers, still here and we double the threat
We go on and on to the next
El Da Sensei with the X with no special effects
We go on and on, Bricks to the BX
Hittin' y'all motherfuckers so who's up next

I'm from a town that they call the Renaissance
I used to wear Clarks and Benetton, Guess and Liz Claiborne
Used to walk through my school hallways with the boombox
And called boys to battle niggas when the tune knocked
Now I spit shit for culprits and chicks
That are lovesick of the thugness and crisp
But we still here, more than advanced
I show the stamps that certify the seal of freshness of the camp
Uh, trade stories about the bud and the dan
Red lights and hash grams, yo, you don't understand
Don't provoke me to smoke thee
Playin' me closely, purposely I murk thee
Murder musicians mostly
Vocally I totally be surfin' on the flow
That you can't compare to any ordinary Joe
The honorary, never secondary, top notch
El Da Sensei, here with my nigga Sadat

We go on and on to the next
We can talk about rhymes, weed or sex
See, we go on and on to the next
True pioneers, still here and we double the threat
We go on and on to the next
El Da Sensei with the X with no special effects
We go on and on, Bricks to the BX
Hittin' y'all motherfuckers so who's up next

Yeah, there you have it
We go on and on, on and on
To the next, to the next, to the next
From the BX to the Bricks
We go on, on to the next
Yeah, great Dot X
You motherfuckers know the deal
El Da Sensei
Y'all niggas all know the deal
7 Heads
What's happenin' with that?
West Jot
Worldwide
Here we go, Rock Steady
Chaos
Worldwide
P.O
That's right
Here we go, here we go, here we go