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Zones
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Hip-Hop
Zones è stato pubblicato il 10 giugno 2014 da Strange Music, Inc come parte dell'album Mursday
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AlbumMursday
Data di uscita10 giugno 2014
EtichettaStrange Music, Inc
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM92

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
¡MAYDAY!
¡MAYDAY!
Performer
Murs
Murs
Vocals
Bernz
Bernz
Vocals
Gianni Ca$h
Gianni Ca$h
Scratches
Plex Luthor
Plex Luthor
Keyboards
Wrekonize
Wrekonize
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
¡MAYDAY!
¡MAYDAY!
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gianni Ca$h
Gianni Ca$h
Producer
Plex Luthor
Plex Luthor
Producer

Testi

Yeah, that's how it go
Fuck what you know
It's a new era, we the brand new pharaohs
Sipping Cuban crack from the Honey at Valero
All these blunt objects got me sharp as an arrow
While my Gypsy for a mama reads cards from the tarot
I'm a Aquaman strategist, internet rap star
Sire bitch hanging backstage at my snack bar
Tank full of fuel now I'm ready to blast off
I'm rolling linoleum on your city's new asphalt
Tipping the scales on your triple beam media machine
Getting this cream we the new A-Team
Got a barakas for my shottas, Beretta in my operas
Media try and stop us like we Janet dancing topless
Only option is killing shit, this job ain't got benefits
Bury 'em all and destroy all the evidence
From Alapala to the Squerity Innerman
Man we gonna party like we long lost relatives
That's how it go
When you let go
Fuck what you know
We lost in our zone
That's how it go
When you let go
Fuck what you know
We lost in our zone
That's how it go
When you let go
Fuck what you know
We lost in our zone
That's how it go
When you let go
Fuck what you know
We lost in our zone
On me, I've been known to press a firm line
Ain't nobody give me shit, I had to earn mine
I'm a rider for this motherfucking real shit
I get to rhyming off the top of the head and start to kill shit
Every word is like a hatchet to the skull bitch
Chop chop, motherfuckers stop the bullshit
Radio rappers always saying that they so rich
Rhyming about the clothes that they wear, I swear it's old shit
I'm on that real, track suits and linoleum
Pause, write my name on the wall in Rust-Oleum
Out in Montana with a can of Montana
And I'm bombing freight trains bumping Hannah Montana
Real French shit on my
It's the three musketeers, no guest emcee
My Alexander Dumas when I'm rhyming too raw
Rest in peace Ol' Dirty Roy
That's how it go
When you let go
Fuck what you know
We lost in our zone
That's how it go
When you let go
Fuck what you know
We lost in our zone
That's how it go
When you let go
Fuck what you know
We lost in our zone
That's how it go
When you let go
Fuck what you know
We lost in our zone
They call me Maximus Microphone Dizonius
I'm on that rap shit until it's only us
My phonolust is soundtracked by sunshine and lady friends
Zoned out on beaches where the heat cannot be paid to end
How you think I'm smoking 'em, dirty bars blazing skin
You are non-intrusive, non-offensive, you're a vapor pen
Time for us to gully up, take over the planet rock
Digging out the muddy fucks faking like they swaggin' jocks
Handle hot heat and pass boiling points
At the jam you the man to come and spoil the joints
We don't dig that, it's solid rock pill
Popping junkie getting mollywhopped
Otis Redding all your bars, kick it off the fucking dock
Morsed coded living legends
Ink it up cold with the snake and bat emblem
Tell everybody we been running past the big pendulum
And there's nothing that can stop us when our zone stepped in
I tell 'em
That's how it go
When you let go
Fuck what you know
We lost in our zone
That's how it go
When you let go
Fuck what you know
We lost in our zone
That's how it go
When you let go
Fuck what you know
We lost in our zone
That's how it go
When you let go
Fuck what you know
We lost in our zone
Written by: ¡MAYDAY!
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