paroles de chanson Something To Prove - Princ3 The Kidd

I got something to prove
I got something to prove
I got something to prove right now
Not for you
This for me
I got something to prove
Yea, yea yea yea

I got something to prove and nothing but fuel
When I burst out the womb
I ran straight to the booth
I must just have that magical touch
Jump on a beat and crush
Jump out ya seat and move
I got nothing but something to brew
Time the Princ3 starts letting loose

I got something to prove and nothing but fuel
When I burst out the womb
I ran straight to the booth
I must just have that magical touch
Jump on a beat and crush
Jump out Ya seat and move
I got nothing but something to brew

I bet it all win or lose
I got something to prove
Now let me resume
I hop in the booth
Stuck and I can't be removed
Call me God like I'm Zeus
And when my angers let loose
No, I Ain't calling no truce
I'm raising the roof
Given it a little boost
Can't see thru the mist or the fumes
You blood suckers going to meet Ya doom
Vamping up out the tomb
Found the fountain of youth
I'm speaking the truth even if cruel
With a hint of a clue of what i should do
Ain't no Doubting my tools
Clowning these fools
Surrounding by blues
Breaking the rules
This much I knew
I got the sauce and the juice
Poisonous brown recluse
Mouth let loose
Fangs sharp injecting
Venom infused guess who Princ3 The Kidd
Leaving venomous wounds
On this track watching it ooze

I got something to prove and nothing but fuel
When I burst out the womb
I ran straight to the booth
I must just have that magical touch
Jump on a beat and crush
Jump out Ya seat and move
I got nothing but something to brew
Time the Princ3 starts letting loose

I got something to prove and nothing but fuel
When I burst out the womb
I ran straight to the booth
I must just have that magical touch
Jump on a beat and crush
Jump out ya seat and move
I got nothing but something to brew

I'm flying off Like a rocket
Rip Ya arms out of socket
This is all about profit an
Putting paper in pockets
I'm off the chain and the sprocket
Coping rings like I'm sonic
Collecting chips and I'm notching
Man, I'm just wild and demonic
Spit the most toxic
Melodic robotic flow chaotic
So sick with it you need antibiotics
My Drip like faucet aquatics
My problems are chronic
Neurologic won't stop it
Burning trees when I'm talking
To Loose Leaf's I'm a goblin
Atomic my psychologic
Psychotic neurotic
Now let's turn up the volume
Churn up them dollars Princ3 The Kidd from the bottom
Going full throttle and when I turn up a bottle
It's probably water
And You can just Baskin and robin
Cause you too common

I got something to prove and nothing but fuel
When I burst out the womb
I ran straight to the booth
I must just have that magical touch
Jump on a beat and crush
Jump out Ya seat and move
I got nothing but something to brew
Time the Princ3 starts letting loose

I got something to prove and nothing but fuel
When I burst out the womb
I ran straight to the booth
I must just have that magical touch
Jump on a beat and crush
Jump out Ya seat and move
I got nothing but something to brew

Clutching this mic till it crumbles to dust
I won't Give you a one
Not a flying fuck if I'm climbing It's to fuck the whole climate up
Toting a hammer like lightning struck
With a seismic buzz I'm hype Gunna try my luck
Roll the dice all at once
Is it 7, 11 or a double dud
Apple shine in my Dixie cup or freestyling rhymes in the pickup truck
From the sticks and the slums won't give up
I fight and over come the labors of love
From day one I was trained young
Weather opportunities ah knock once or in the hunt
Better watch your back cause they ain't aiming at your front
Better watch you back cause they ain't aiming at you front
They ain't aiming at ya front

I got something to prove and nothing but fuel
When I burst out the womb
I ran straight to the booth
I must just have that magical touch
Jump on a beat and crush
Jump out ya seat and move
I got nothing but something to brew
Time the Princ3 starts letting loose