Big Up — текст песни (Defari)

Big Up to black big up to ballers and the coniac
Big up to B-Boys who spend hours in the record raps
I hate these out of space MCs who think they`re complex
I`ll tie a duck MC up and pour acid down his lyranex
Chased by Him because his was his beginning
Federal Bureau couldn`t even figure out his ending
No case pending, my style I`ll swing it like a pendulum
This track is like Yohimby it gives me strength
when I be swimmin` in the
P vector, lighter is ya like it wetter
Can`t front ya your punn give me joint slender
I like to bend her over while I roll a
Nother liz and take a sip from my cola
Mixed with Ginsing and Bacardy
I despies a duck MC who who on the mic think he the life of the party
Skills are evident my steelo is timeless
It`s a shame how the majority be def dumb and mindless
Like tires when I perform I get`s the nicest
My vocal skills like knowledgy delf son it`s priceless

Hook:
Big up to black big up to ballers and the coniac (x3)
Big up to cash stacks ballers and the coniac (x2)

Verse 2:
Like an SP1200 you can`t replace me even if you play saftey
I`m still scoring touchdowns with contracts
I start well, see we a cartell together forever drinkin` Martel
On the rocks twistin` L`s nonstop
Pop a bottle of V.S.O. and start servin` up the shots
That ? love that`s how I do
I`m paid in rube big up to Fat entourage and all tape master crew
Never expire or retire burn a duck MC like fire
Don`t be mad if it`s Defari that your girl admire
Money your wired off that smack because it`s skills ya lack
Stop being gassed by the devil and come back to black
Double barrel blast shot lyrics to your brain
Code name Defari hey Ru birth name`s Dwyane
Always a soldier giving thanks to Allah
I know the journey`s long prepare to go far
These duck MC`s be like bacterial infections
My remedy are antibotics lyrical injections
The imperfection is the mic in the wrong hand
Of the man who`s skills are soft like quicksand
I maybe put it to a rest I fot the Henny on ice
I`m nice prolific type lyricist

Hook

Verse 3:
Lyrics are gold plus steel for the raw deal
Feel MC`s and DJ`s nuff respect y`all real
Low caps I rock on the regular
Brim covers my eyes so ducks can`t see their predator
Facefirst when I disperse yet another verse
To peirce your brain like a vision from Lucifer
Meanns I get evil wicked
Thickness I stick it
I`m in the game to make my name fame like Wilson Pickett
Light that ass like Roy Jones when I be stompin`
Big up to all my peoples Uptown all the way to Compton
Stack and stracks in 95 equals greenback for Defari hey Ru
And E-Swift nigga your mad phat
Fact the shit we make be designed for the truck
Word to Redman Da Bump we want your whole car frame to thump
And vibrate, I love it when sister`s gyrate rewind tape
Press to wax now put in record crate
There`s no debate Defari`s status be like Cashous Clay
If you got beef then we can do this shit the classic way
Round for round pound for pound I`ll astound
With the mic I kick the steez ducks bite forever now
Fuck the bullshit the mic stand`s my pull pit
Except I don`t bleach I reach and rip another fool kid
Now I need to lay in steels you know the deal
A duck MC`s nemesis his antithisis the mad skill

Hook (x4)



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