Musikvideo
Musikvideo
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quentin Dennison
Songwriter
Scott Colenutt
Songwriter
Songtexte
This the type of shit make you wanna rock more(rock more)
This the type of shit that get the girls on the dance floor(get'm up)
This the type of shit that bangs so crazy
This the type of shit you gonna find so amazing
This the type of shit that we vibe with, real
This the type of shit that bumps with appeal
This the type of shit that I find so sweet
It's KoTc on a boom-bap beat
I don't rap, bitch, I finesse this shit, possess it like The Exorcist
A knife to tip my necklace, I'm lawless and I'm reckless
Dead 'em quick, it's effortless, (since) my origin, my genesis
(I) Been a specialist with weapons & my temperament is pessimist
This game is fucking treachorous, you don't wish to tread through this
Our regiments a sentiment of excellence, its evident
That ain't just some rhetoric, if
We've met then you'd attest to this
The nemesis who stepped to this a scent
Of blood on every breath I spit
It's Dyse on the mic, style all original
Beating me in a fight is an ending only fictional
Like an english major with the way I'm workin' syllables
A genius in his prime
Every line I've wrote to interlope a God with this
It's literal, scriptures, hidden rituals
Sit atop a pinnacle for all beneath to get a view
Armageddon ain't subliminal, "It was Written" - shit is biblical
Survival is conditional on if we feel hospitable
This the type of shit make you wanna rock more
This the type of shit that get the girls on the dance floor
This the type of shit that bangs so crazy
This the type of shit you gonna find so amazing
This the type of shit that we vibe with, real
This the type of shit that bumps with appeal
This the type of shit that I find so sweet
It's KoTc on a boom-bap beat
Looking out at the landscape of the rap game
Feel it's a shame
So many claimin they rep for this rap game
I mean, get your shit together
There's no soul or substance to your flow
So come on & get your shit together
You don't believe what you sayin
You're playin, just portrayin lyrical
But in reality you slaying
Nothing but your own self image with this garbage you spit
And its unfortunate so many getting lit up for this
Ten of your boys in the crowd they really gassed you up
Like "dude you killed up there" Nah G, you fucking sucked
Like what the fuck?
Learn some stage presence while you're on the mic
Now that would be dope, I mean, that would be hype
I mean it's like you think your bars are enough for you to make it
Criticism isn't for you that's why you won't take it
Face it, you're generic, nothing at best
Getting gassed up for nothing
I just had to get this off my chest
This the type of shit make you wanna rock more
This the type of shit that get the girls on the dance floor
This the type of shit that bangs so crazy
This the type of shit you gonna find so amazing
This the type of shit that we vibe with, real
This the type of shit that bumps with appeal
This the type of shit that I find so sweet
It's KoTc on a boom-bap beat
2018 Outriders Music Inc©(est.2014)
Written by: Quentin Dennison, Scott Colenutt
