paroles de chanson One gotta die - Hyke

Aaaah hell motherfucking yeah boy
I say waddup baby its HYKE
You know who it is
It's goin' down again
Pink city waddup
Delhi waddup
Raise the fuck up
Raise up
Let's fucking go
Alright
Aye yo
Yo
Reality is like a fungus
Its spread among us
No matter how big is illusion
It's mad humongous
Like real rappin' on the mumble
I bet you wonder
Two thousand is the year number
I was born under
And ever since I've been an emcee
I'm in one delusion
You hunting animals in jungle
And I'm hunting humans
There ain't no 22 or any other weapon
I ain't shootin' life is precious
But I wanna know the fuck you proving
My ex a bitch
She rollin' with some rich kid
But every time he kiss her lips
He indirectly sucks my dick
Coz I have cum up in her mouth
Which you kissin' nova
More than the times if it's reckoned
You would have had the boners
It's kind of ok to be
Living off your father's money
But tell me what the fuck you gon' do When you outta money
It ain't no biggie
Every hoe's got a lot of money
And as far it goes I am composed and Happy without the money

Now one two three to the four
What you gonna do
When you lyin' on the floor
You ain't no gangster
Neither am I
But you know how it go
Somebody gotta die

Pow

One two three to the four
What you gonna do
When you lyin' on the floor
You ain't no gangster
Neither am I
But you know how it go
One gotta die

Escapin' the reality on drugs
Is what I'm seekin'
And if I had the dough for bail
Then I would blow the precinct
And she could keep on being jealous
I don't care what she think
Coz she had lost the right of speakin'
When I caught her cheatin'
I'm known to keep the power
To get devoured Pisa tower
I just don't wanna stoop to level
Where I do defeat the cowards
I'd rather seek the offer
Which I get to meet the author
Every time I read a novel
Just to get him disemboweled
I mean I do define the
Definition of a Player
It's not the destiny
Its Avenue that I prepair
See If the death is gonna
Come one day then
I am waiting coz
I trust the process
Of the Prophet
Rest I don't care
I have audacity to do anything
Crime related
But I control myself
And do everything
Rhyme related
And Its the irony I'm so good
I'm abominated
I keep my entourage together
Like consolidated

Now one two three to the four
What you gonna do
When you lyin' on the floor
You ain't no gangster
Neither am I
But you know how it go
Somebody gotta die

Pow

One two three to the four
What you gonna do
When you lyin' on the floor
You ain't no gangster
Neither am I
But you know how it go
One gotta die

Yo
Abstract in actual happening
Aftermath effect of Rapture
Mistakes are made to learn
I make mistakes but
Never let you
I'll have to let you know
You roll with me
The feds arrest you
And when I get you caught in action
I'll come back to get you
I wasn't nothin' in my school
I was a twit figure
And as a kid I think
I never was a fit figure
Now that I know I'm bout to blow
And be a rich figure
I know that I'm gonna a be a
Threat for the bitch figures
My Intellectual ways are
Better than the Prime Minister
And If I wanted
I would clear every last semester
But I don't think that I belong
To waste my time in buildings
Where they teach
The other people how to be
A classy mister
I miss the lyrics with the sonnets hidden
With knowledge in 'em
More teachings than a college in 'em
From the mouths of violent sinners
Who be guiding winners
It's Twenty twenty one
I'm twenty
But I'm nineties inner

Now one two three to the four
What you gonna do
When you lyin' on the floor
You ain't no gangster
Neither am I
But you know how it go
Somebody gotta die

Pow

One two three to the four
What you gonna do
When you lyin' on the floor
You ain't no gangster
Neither am I
But you know how it go
One gotta die