Текст песни I.R.S (Illest Rapper's Standing) - Fortune Dane feat. Tinuke

You making wild noise with them bad boys
Ain't nobody here but bad bitches watching
Social media has you crave attention
Part of you is missing
Now I'm soul searching
It's a bite off with your mask on
With the sudden hype when you show off
Tsk... Nigga you pissing me off
Just quit pissing me off
Aye, nigga you feeling in charge?
Aye, you got me in the mix of your drama
Aye, you cut me a deal right before you squealed
Man up your words
Don't spit on my face face
Imagine the niggas I motivate
Bitch too fine, I'm glad I ate
My birthday you cut me a cake
My birthday I'm taking the cake
Paid the cost to be the boss yeah yeah
Make the money, stay involved yeah yeah
Talk less, spend more yeah yeah
Bad bitches, seen them all yeah yeah
Talk is cheap man, look at me fam
On the action like I'm Bruce Lee man
Keep your head down listen up
It's 10-4 nigga hurdle up
I'm keeping Sark on the leash yeah
Matter of time 'fore he flees yeah
Going HAM on my beats yeah
It's Fortune, Oh dear
Get down!
The demolition man's in town
I'd rather you die than show that you brave
I'd rather you die than show that you brave
I'd rather you...
Listen to me while I rip the script
Life's a movie without a Mrs. Smith
Came out of Bel-Air with a souvenir still looking fresh as Prince
Bitch bye!
Fake niggas don't swing by
I fuck with 'em just to get by?
What I look like boy?
Beijing's not in Shanghai
Stop the secrecy
People live in dire hopes on destiny
Money, power, fame are all vanity
Car's, clothes and bitches lose your sanity
It's my epiphany
Stop hypocrisy
Fake love only mounts to misery
How you happy hating on me under me?
Right under me?
Who am I to be the judge on everything?
Lucy wants me on a job lately
Imma miss a few calls maybe
Jet lagged with a body bag
In all black pissing on a soft MC
Stop with the merry-go
Feel like I'm Mario
Soon as I became a star, I'm unbeatable
It's not debatable
I got no principles
F. Dane in Hip Hop is a miracle

Mmmh
Bruce Lee and Chuck Norris
You dig?

High on herbs
Blow on the tree, & I'm out of earth
Bro send the beat, imma write a verse
Fortunately, I'm the one that's Her
Lord of mercy
IRS
Illest Rapper Standing
Like the title says
Feeling like Aladdin, Imma ride the Air (waves)
I Really would be lying saying that I'm Impressed (wait)
It's hilarious
These niggaz watching me
Study then copy me
Must like the way that I fuck it up
Sodomy
Excuse me, apologies
You can't deny all this
Talent and effort I Put in
No Vladimir Yah
Pulling dese moves with no Puppetry Yah
Breaking these rules
No apologies Yah
I hated class, I was cutting it
But I be schooling these dudes No academy Yah
And it ain't a secret cause they know
Sey Tinuke get the flow
Steady hustle on the low Yeah
Let me tell you something you don't know
You can Hit me for Dope
But don't Call me on the phone
Them niggas were trynna be slick
But we saw all them tricks
Accounted for shit
Now Forever my team is Imperial (Flex)
Nigga we in the building, No living room (Yeah)

It's imperial
Fortune Tinuke
I'm outta words