paroles de chanson Brent - Young Idols

I been up and down
Lookin' around
Open your eyes and see what's now
It's T-N-R-O-B-D, creepin' up on beat
Seeing a lot of progress up on these sheets
Been through a lot of tests, cannot be beat
Dame la yesca, I am the best around
Come take my crown
Fuck all these fakes that be rapping right now
Fuck what you claim
Aim at yo' dome
Send you to hell
Claim it is home
Little insatiable
Really impatient so
Killing off time is not in my own options
Yes I do pop shit
Pop like I'm sockets
Blast off like rockets
Hit all my targets
Start shit, I clog it
Fuck all you talkin'
I said fuck all you talkin'
Ziplock yo' lips while we keep up the plot and
T-N the rise, look like we Willy Wonka
Me and my homies will straight up just stomp ya'

Straight up just stomp ya'
Cause we are the monsters
You weaker than Yamcha
We win cause we stronger
Now ain't that shit bonkers
I came, and I saw, and I conquered
We came through and turned up the concert
Ahead of our time like it came fuckin' standard
I keep a girl 'round 'til I can't fuckin' stand her
Shit, I just spend more time just rolling my reefer
Shit, bars be so hot like they had a damn fever
We gold like retrievers
Revival of dreamers
It's us who they seek sir
Make waves like we use surf
So stay out of our turf
Or feelings they get hurt
Like we even care though
Our focus is cash flow
I bid you farewell though
As I let my big bro flow

We're all god damn gods
Was that too hard
Nah, just conceited
Gotta drop lords, gotta drop kings
Gotta get crack and I'm dropping your queens
By all means
Jot it down
The last you'll remember
Is me on a magazine
Emptying magazines
Spraying all the figurines
Drinking up the Listerine
And chopping down evergreens
Take your amphetamines
Level up your heroine
Cowards never dreamt of me
You never heard of me
Underdog killing thee
Possible trilogy
Villains gonna bow to me
Silly bitches lie to me
Level up your honesty
Idols on a killing spree
Not enough infantry
Pick up your gun
Heroes on a massive spree
Let the beats kill the creed
All of you chicken feed
Never rest 'til you bleed
Now my mind at an ease
Really at her knees
Bitch, I been slaying since the ninety-threes
As a baby I never cried
Cause the future to me is bright in my eyes
If I lift a finger, jump for me
If I lift a limb, strip for me
If I call to a god
Most likely, it's just me, in the mirror b
Let's party tonight and fuck around
Alcohol fueled nights, throw some rounds
Angry inside, I'm dangerous now
She saw my dick, she's spellbound
Dirty chick, she hands-on
Nasty freak, I came hard
Round two, she crazy, but I'm open to it if she ask me
So hold her close, and cover her ears
Cause if she hear this shit, she runnin' to me
She'll bring a friend, I'm ready for it
Close the door, they screaming and shit
Took my time, I handled them
They rode it, like a rodeo
They rolled the bud, for a roadie though
Now they off to see the carnival