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Cliff Notes
9635
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Cliff Notes został wydany 22 listopada 2011 przez DCide jako część albumu Well-Done
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Data wydania22 listopada 2011
WytwórniaDCide
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM93

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Statik Selektah
Statik Selektah
Performer
Ariyan Arslani
Ariyan Arslani
Rap
Patrick Baril
Patrick Baril
Sampler
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ariyan Arslani
Ariyan Arslani
Songwriter
Patrick Baril
Patrick Baril
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Action Bronson
Action Bronson
Producer
Statik Selektah
Statik Selektah
Producer

Tekst Utworu

[Verse 1]
Pussy rap, dental dam beaver trap
The thrill is gone, I'm here to bring the fever back
To the streets, pumping out the big whips
Torpedo rhymes strong enough to sink ships
Two tone grip, Brother Mouzone shit
Better move on, bitch, or else it's on, trick
I'm en fuego, I ain't even in my zone yet
I spit the shit to make your motherfucking dome sweat
[Verse 2]
Queens bred, no Packer but a cheesehead
Fat ass, fucking pussy until she's dead
Suede foot looking like an indian
Cuisine straight from the Caribbean
Long jackets made from an amphibian
Bag of money split with my committee and
Break it down, vision on the dollars
Dip in the Impalas, chilling with my scholars
[Verse 3]
Get it, I am not illiterate, no, not even a little bit
Straight up, I make the music just for you
Nothing like an idiot
Get it, I am not illiterate, no, not even a little bit
Straight up, I make the music just for you
Nothing like an idiot
[Verse 4]
Call my John Bongiorno, hopping out the Volvo
Ratchet on the leg, dipping from the po-po
Since a youth I been labelled as a loco
I sell it, but I never laced a nasal with the coco
Urban hippie, Martha with the green thumbs
Seven grams of purple to my neck will leave my feet numb
Scoop a bitch, Portuguese sweet buns
Serve a dick like an elephant that's three tons
[Verse 5]
Her pussy whistle like my father out the window
Remind us that it's dinner time, I'm lighting up the indo
And when I go inside I think I might just play Nintendo
Call the shorty from the heights
To come and play with my calembo
Uh, just let me catch my little breath and shit
You won't accept a kid 'cause your destiny is for deficit
Me, you see I spit like epileptic shit
Theres two options, either you fear me or you respect the kid
[Verse 6]
Get it, I am not illiterate, no, not even a little bit
Straight up, I make the music just for you
Nothing like an idiot
Get it, I am not illiterate, no, not even a little bit
Straight up, I make the music just for you
Nothing like an idiot
[Verse 7]
Mind like Watson, fluent in the nuance
Van Damme Bronson, alligator shoe on
Spin kick to the dick, I'm eating dim sum
Right up in the tea room, you don't want a re-run
Moonstruck, splatter your platoon up
Hard time, drugs out the balloon
Beauty like a butterfly flying out cocoon
Urban love in Century Village right by the lagoon
[Verse 8]
Uh, that's my grandfather
Add a little cream of tartar make the grams harder
Now your shawty hold me tighter than a dance partner
Pull the viper out my pants on her
Honey hit the tune, now let it dance on her
Like a gypsy, hookers in Poughkeepsie
Seven homies with me, everybody smoking fifties
Nine-ninety, add two that's my shoe
Reflect light like sun shining in high noon
[Verse 9]
Get it, I am not illiterate, no, not even a little bit
Straight up, I make the music just for you
Nothing like an idiot
Get it, I am not illiterate, no, not even a little bit
Written by: Ariyan Arslani, Patrick Baril
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