Leggi il Testo Rap Phenomenon Notorious BIG. “Rap Phenomenon” è una canzone di The Notorious BIG estratta dall’album “Born Again“. Rap Phenomenon Lyrics

Testo Rap Phenomenon Notorious BIG

“Well it’s the Funk Docta Spock..” “Meth-Tical..”

“Biggie.. Biggie..” (mmmhmmmmmm)

Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. (yo c’mon Big) uhh.. Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches The prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, shouldn’t have it So I grab it, never run, the outcome Is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be Or where you’re from, West or East Coast, squeeze toast Leave most in the blood they layin in, what, what? The rings and things you sing about, bring ’em out It’s hard to yell when the barrel’s in your mouth It’s more than I expected, I thought your jewels was rented But they wasn’t, so run it, cousin I could chill, the heat doesn’t Ran up in your shell about a dozen You never see bank like Frank White Your hand clutchin, your chest-plate contemplate

You ’bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo’ hands high

Yo.. yo yo I don’t brown nose out of town hoes I’m up around fo’ with the crowbar to the five point oh I get bagged, I’m John Doe, suspect You ass like prime roastin, Calvin Klein clothes Explode the pyros when Doc guest appear I’m out there, I bought it with George Jetson here Your time is near, so get your body dropped off I stopped trustin niggas since Gotti got caught It’s Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I’m piss colored By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brother I.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me too I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue The Doc was born with a grenade palm I’m concurrent in your hood like a, teenage mom Yo Biggie (what? what?) She havin my bay-bayy

If I pull out the A.K., keep your hands high

[Scratched Hook 2X] “This rule is so underrated..” – “Actin as if it can’t happen, you’re frontin” – “Ain’t no other kings in this rap thing..” –

“Biggie, a motherfuckin rap phenomenon” –

Uhh, uhh I got a new mouth to feed, I’m due South with keys Y’all pick seeds out y’all weed, I watch cowards bleed Motherfucker please, it’s my block with my rocks Fuck that hip-hop, them one-two’s, and you don’t stops Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cease advance Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants From Branson, now we lampin, twelve room mansion Bitches get naked off “Get Money”, “Player’s Anthem” Don’t forget, “One More Chance” and, my other hits, other shit Niggas spit be counterfeit, robbery come naturally In and out like fuckin rapidly, pass the gat to me Make his chest rest, where his back should be, talkin’ blasphemy Blastin me, your family, rest in coffins often Frank Wizzah, far from soft or fragilla Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer

Slash guerilla, slash illest turned iller

Now now Don’t approach me with that rah rah shit, you out of pocket I take these adolescents back to Spofford Mentally, my energy, is like a figure eight, on it’s side That’s infinity Too many sick niggas, nickel nines bring the remedy When you play the field, what’s the penalty? Unnecessary roughness, career endin’ injuries for suckers Stuck on stupid, shoot ’em with a dart like Cupid Until they got love for my music Star Wars, I’m Han Solo, with three egos And three charges, I got to “See-three-P.O.’s” This is whoop-yo’-ass-day, the sequel High bar flow-er with no equal Niggas swingin’ swords in the WAR, that’s my people Sho’ nuff, before I roll up, this is a hold up Hands high, reach for the sky I rep S.I., the unpretty, word to Left Eye New York Shitty, put they weight on it And who better for the job than Biggie? The Notorious, Jeee-zus, “Unbelievable” rhyme that reaches And touch individual, small frame buck and change MC, What’s-Your-Name, tuck your chain All about the fortune, fuck the fame, labels still extortin’ Kick me when I’m down, but I’m up again, scorchin’ Hot — forcin’ my way up in the door To kill the bullshit like a matador

Keep your hands high (what?)

Testo Rap Phenomenon Notorious BIG