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Coffee
5
Underground Rap
Coffee è stato pubblicato il 1 gennaio 2001 da QN5, Inc. come parte dell'album Hyphen
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AlbumHyphen
Data di uscita1 gennaio 2001
EtichettaQN5, Inc.
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM94

Video musicale

Video musicale

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tonedeff
Tonedeff
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pedro Antonio Rojas Jr
Pedro Antonio Rojas Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tonedeff
Tonedeff
Producer

Testi

Have a cup of coffee, sit back and open up ya mind
Know this type of rhyme was designed to keep riders above the line
Cause I'll guide us above the swine and keep the gate up for traitors
While beats cater to cut creators and fader operators
From Decatur to Kendalls, the terminator to pencils and pens
More to the P than the rentals of Friends
But not be dated like the leaders of Cheers be under beers
I contract ya calendars to number your years
Puttin' pressure on muthafuckas like 300 pound beers
Like a captain on blank pages I'm steerin' clear
Whether weather's ever severe
I bring ya to mass with the classics, stoppin' to wax shit
That's like naked bitches in traffic
I'm graphic by design
Illustrated like sports without the swimwear
Between her wet thighs is where yo' bitch be feelin' my chin hair
You know I had to go there cause I been there
Spice ya girl up, that's what I really really want
Now we can talk coffee like Linda Richmond
I'll hold ya style and I'll switch then
Take ya picture, just like I'm Pittman
Throwin' Danny Glover the crisp spin, it's all related
Sega Titanic, dude, now they records be inundated
It's all correlated
Everything that I stated
I speed up metabolisms while you be decaffeinated
Known for leavin' ya satiated
I'm delegated
Representatives in my house ain't thirsty cause I'm irrigated
**** get irritated
Hate it when I'm elated
They payin' cause I pull 'em down more than windows get shaded
Cause they've evaded the sun and concentrated on the gun
And if I crack 'em open, if they see-through
I breeze through adversaries that see but tinted
I got a penance for penance
So if you dirty seconds, I'mma clean a minute
Even though I cream the Senate
So don't puff laws or blow our judiciary committees within the city
And I'm pretty confident
With these pronouns and consonants
I rapture the heavens and all the seven global continents
An ominous
Breakin' up the place just like them Greeks at Pangaea
Even if they dubs for the clubs and I'm off a level
That I even not on my own
But I been known to take it over the top, like Stallone
When the road be gettin' rocky and I'm hangin' from cliffs
I'm lockin' out the daylight, then I hit 'em with this
I keep it on and on and yo, it don't stop
Better protect ya 7-Up because I'm blowin' up the spot
So I keep it bubblin', soda
**** don't know the half between the borin' and me
Since I got the pep, see
If these kids is rhymin' 'bout coke, then I'mma keep my tab on 'em
They can't diet right, that's why all of the skags want 'em
I'm icin' more **** at they peaks than a mountain do
Maintenance at the Fontainebleau's all they're amountin' to
Rip you to bits for the sake of countin' you
Leave ya mind in two
Ironically throw to make estimations about the sound of you
Doggin' but never houndin' yous
It's just too easy
The threatenin' style of rhyme never appease me
So I prefer to squeeze the last drop
Out of metaphors and similes like they was a squeegee
I got more game than E3 and never saw E.T
But yo, I still phone home
Don't fuck around within the tone deaf zone
Cause you bound to get ya whole shit thrown
Hoes get stoned
I repossess ya shit and then ya clothes get loaned
No army could style fit you if you push me
I'll air you out quick
But that's a bigger turn off than bushy pussy
So I spread the fly vibe like eagles with butter knives
Now you can dissect the line
In three definitions you'll find
With some repetitions and time
You're bound to catch on
But those that don't are gettin' beat by the beast like Gaston
And lyrically that's the beauty of it
I pull back heads like PEZ cause I was hand picked by Juan Valdez
Not the number but the name
You call and I'll be comin' when
You need another cup of Joe from the Cuban Colombian
What
Written by: Pedro Antonio Rojas Jr
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