Текст песни Bpswr - Clear Soul Forces

And it sound so nice
Hip hop you the love of my life
We 'bout to take it to the, to the (to the top)
One time for the boom bap
A combination backpackin' sub woofer rap

And it sound so nice
Hip hop you the love of my life
We 'bout to take it to the, to the (to the top)
One time for the boom bap
A combination backpackin' sub woofer rap

The game's been lukewarm for so long
No hot songs or cold flows
Hell can heat heaven
Angels on my side heat rise
I eat wings spit right back wash beverage

Refreshin' the flow like it
The wordplay is words wit'
[?] enemy I know
You gotta feel my energy
More than a shit together
Letter by letter describing
Compare me to mad scientist
Whippin' his wrist for dollar signs
Tough times for minds
When these dollars get consolidated
Feel some kinda way shit
Caught up in the matrix

Dodging all of that make ships, spits, [?]
Gon' fit right under we'll put you on the edge of a forklift
Hot (shhh) on the rise
But a nigga keep his balance
Like acrobatics above a pool of nonsensical madness like [?]

Itinerary for the visionary
Sit down with [?] all we got is us in turn mercenary
Master assassin got it down to a letter
Spit a verse and I'm putting chords on an [?]
The livest one I'll be the master
Play, lyrical roulette with a Gatling gun
While they say that they rap for fun and I blast ya'

The pieces equivalent to filament
That's microscopic
Fucking chopping up the science of mathematics
Impostors backwards like this lecture
Fuck rappers who next to
They say what, I say who
All of these Dr. Seuss's

Looking stupid copycatting your raps
Be mother goose's my shit is foolish
You just in that shanty picking up tulips
In the field blow like, dice
[?] your battlefield, I never yield
When it come to the h2o I got my gills, now I'm skilled
You drowning, I'm back to the strokin'
A dead rapper ocean, your bitch I'm chokin'
She think it's provokin', esophagus closin'
And now I'm ending my night
She getting my pipe

Lay me down like at the end of the night
Between the sheets make [?]
Contagious spreading feeling the right
Love sick, spitting up a scribe
I administer hard beats
That adrenaline stick with him in life
It never cease remain living inside
Keep both eyes on the sparrow
Else my legs quiver when I shoot a bow and arrow
Aim it at your ear lobes
Spread love like bread crumbs
So watch your blindside
Why you rocking it's the love of my life

Like stars to the broken famous
Signing autographs murder stages
I have another stamp on my passport before the day ends
And that goes for the next day and the following arrangements
Still broader than that plain shit
You selling out shows and still wondering where the change went
You ain't slept in three days overseas ways
I hold the mic in my hand
Like Robocop out of the side of his leg
I blast your hair off
Tyson on the mic with a knife
Slice your ear off, and peel off
In a go-cart drinking a Smirnoff
One time for the boom bap
A combination backpackin' sub woofer rap

And it sound so nice
Hip hop you the love of my life
We 'bout to take it to the, to the (to the top)
One time for the boom bap
A combination backpackin' sub woofer rap

And it sound so nice
Hip hop you the love of my life
We 'bout to take it to the, to the (to the top)
One time for the boom bap
A combination backpackin' sub woofer rap