post by KM
The post prior to this one,
The Lost Lyrics Of The Digital Music Era, speaks about the lack of song lyrics available on artist websites.
In the post I stated that I would take the time to write out the lyrics to our songs and make them available here on our site. Well, I'm keeping my word.
Below the music player you will find the lyrics to
"64 Bars" all typed out and ready to read. All you have to do is hit the play button and follow along.
(FREE to download)
The lyrics for all our
other songs will be added throughout the coming weeks and will be available on the
Song Lyrics page.
Enjoy!
Verse One: Kid Brown
Clean cut but I get gritty with itI could go Diddy or Fifty with itCould he yo? Oh yeah he did itPure beauty I'm a beast right? uh huhI ain't lying I'm the king right? uh huhI'll rock on you fellasThrow a J at you dudesAnd then run through you fellaSpreeway on you dudesGot that stupid, dumb, retarded flowStay Ritalin but I ain't hardly slowAnd I'm hotter than the regularI'm so irregularI think the problem is I stay ill on the regularBag girls like M&MsI'm tryin to be RabbitI'm 'bout my Cheddar BobBoy stuntin' is a habitI'm really special but I never been to the EDI'm retarded but you hear every word I saidI'm hungryAnd hungry dudes usually angryI got a long fuse if you burn it don't blame me
Verse Two: Konnie Mack
I'm on my Pall Mall menthol AmericanaI smoke to ease the dramaI take a shot and hope to see tomorrowAnd if I don't I won't sleepAnd if I die but this b*tch on repeatBecause your listening to heHe-Man with my sword cutting words'til the verbs can't take it no moreI'm a pronounI mean I'm pro nowNo no Apollo show nowRocky IVApollo dies downWhat's happening to me?Light skin exciting I use to beBut now I see everythingI mean everythingAnd if I didn't then I'd probably be blind to her wedding ringI give her everythingSex thought pardon meNext stop shorty bringWhatever I wantHowever I needKeep it GCome f*ck with meAnd you don'tThen this letter I never wroteI'm Konnie Mack
Verse Three: Kid Brown
Call me a bird cause I'm fly and I poopOn any man talking trashAnd think they flying the coopMost rappers out pretending that they dying to shootMy swag's naturalThey just trying to be cuteSo rip me how? I rip you downTake your smileMake you frownYou chicken gets no crownIt's my time so sit down...This a quality verbal beatdown from BrownAin't nothing change just putting my feet downLook aroundThe flyest person on the ground is meI guess it's cool to say I got wet feetAnd I repeatI'm the best put me to the testNever spittin' nothing farfetchedI belong here y'all just guestsSo never guess-timate or estimate or classifyI'm on my way in the gameI'm saying hiY'all saying bye
Verse Four: Konnie Mack
I don't really knowNor do I careFacebook it look itAs long as I'm here I'm a take itI already took it young criminalMighty like a seminoleComing down your chiminalGifts from Yves Saint Laurent jeans for my queenFit me like a kingYa-da-da-meanMy sneaks are clean I mean my sneaks are SupraKoopaTreat me like a boss or your head has a costAnd the cross if you crossYou better runaway west like Kanye leftIt's good musicThat n*gga foolishYou talking 'bout who? I'm talking 'bout youWhat you gonna na na na what you gonna doI'm a motherf*cking superstarAct like you knewIt's not 2 plus 2It's me times the truthAdd that math upTell the devil back up
