paroles de chanson Intro/Hail to the City - K Brock

Hail to the city that I stomp in
The state of California
SM has got it locked in
Forever dropping the nonsense
For you to rock with
Listen up I got some clueless context

Put the hashtag and gather up all the fans
Writing on my pad it got me kicked out of my dads
But that's in the past reverse it and hope it'll last
I just leave my mouth open and I spit fast
Rhyme raps like a dog who chases cats
But this the new tape 760 my city
Planning videos and my lingo is a shout out to 50
New York city lit committee going to pity the fool
That act shitty in the mist of the calm and gritty
The Pharaoh set the arrow on fire
Burning my desire to go jumping in empires
With shot callers and rottweilers with no collars
I see them riding in their tame impalas
How they're always cruising down the avenues
And hanging shoes and making all their revenue
I'm hanging in the city where I'm comfortable
Where I know the plug because we give each other love
No heart beating but back stabbing is causing my bleeding
I keep repeating the same flows I spit when I'm eating
My Cheerios in my bowl
I light it pack it some more
I hold it in let it go
This for the 760

Hail to the city that I stomp in
The state of California
SM has got it locked in
Forever dropping the nonsense
For you to rock with
Listen up I got some clueless context

I've seen a few things shinier than gold
Ya and I know money talks but that's subliminal
I know everybody going to sleep with ease
Ya but I don't rats are chasing cheese in my dreams
I think I'm ready for less
I take a hit of the herb and I release all my stress
It's a bless bad bet good guess
Should've rolled the dice in vinaigrette that lubes best
Well heck they say mom knows best
I bet they right but
I'm just scoping from an angle
No need to bring the string it's not fatal
I got the culture in my arms like a cradle
Ready for some fly shit no wings might die quick
City on my back no cap head high stiff
Vein popping Kurt Cobain blowing my brain
Which way that way on the ground and the lamp shade
Now it's orange blood likes to fade
Get the crayon box out my face
I got a taste for the wax but the tax is
Burning a hole in my pocket
Trying to drive off the college

Hail to the city that I stomp in
The state of California
SM has got it locked in
Forever dropping the nonsense
For you to rock with
Listen up I got some clueless context