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Down the Line
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Down the Line adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Creative Juices Music tarafından 11 Aralık 2012 tarihinde yayınlandıBringing Out the Dead
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Çıkış Tarihi11 Aralık 2012
FirmaCreative Juices Music
DilEnglish
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Valence
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BPM84

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Yeah, get ready
Expect the worst with a future
CM, bringing out the dead
Czarizm, yeah, yo, yo
Straight out the FL, it's full of beaches and fun days
We got hurricanes, skin cancer from sun rays
There's drug raids, corrupt mayors and fixed ballots
AIDS is everywhere, most likely your kids have it
Maneuver through shit when the manure gets thick
Krit's the type that got Winona Ryder boosting me kicks
Who's in this bitch? We some grown men, we don't like toys
Cats bought my tapes just to listen for white noise
Yeah, we fight, boy, just to get to the top
With a virus in my breath, watch me letting it drop
Taking your fruits of labor and infecting the crops
So step and get dismembered, pa, left in the box
Spreading verbals to mutilate from your head to your crocs
Like cattle from UFOs, who wanna bet me your props?
Especially hot, and you're exceptionally not
Metal's flowing through these veins and we ready to rock, motherfucker
Down the line, yo, we bound to shine
And pull the tent off the circus from these clowns that rhyme
You don't know a motherfucker with a style like mine
So stop fronting and bump this like a thousand times
Yo, down the line, yo, we bound to shine
Pull the tent off the circus from these clowns that rhyme
You don't know a motherfucker with a style like mine
So stop fronting and bump this like a thousand times
Kritikal don't sleep, looking groggy and thin
My hobby is skins and ends, plus dropping these gems
Pass the bottle again, my mouth numb from Henny sips
A loud tongue that's very slick, get stung like jellyfish
Head sprung from plenty chicks giving out goosebumps
Heads claim they got juice cuz they sweeter than fruit punch
You're too nuts and your word is all you got, well in that case
You got nothing cuz I snatch throats, neuter and castrate
These raps make miracles, virgin women lactate
Leave you in a back brace, hung by your fat lace
While in a packed place rocking sold out venues
Kids only serving me when they hold out menus
No doubt, send crews, biters get your stomach stapled
I shock the crowd like their brains hooked to jumper cables
Just unstable since escaping the rubber room
Dropped my first LP while I was still in my mother's womb
Down the line, yo, we bound to shine
And pull the tent off the circus from these clowns that rhyme
You don't know a motherfucker with a style like mine
So stop fronting and bump this like a thousand times
Yo, down the line, yo, we bound to shine
Pull the tent off the circus from these clowns that rhyme
You don't know a motherfucker with a style like mine
So stop fronting and bump this like a thousand times
And Mr. Madness don't speak, I'm shouting on cats
Cuz rap is gonna make this guy rich even without the snatch
Holding me back, ayo, I'm drowning you cats
I lock stock while you try and cock block all my stats, wack
This is crack, Mr. Gomez and Mr. Wilkins
Gonna smack the shit out of you children
Pandemonium like a crowded building
With locked doors and fire devouring the ceiling
That's the feeling you get when the track is played
We have to raid your little party and masquerade
Catch a fade from the scissors and slashing blades
And cast the rain on your hippity fag parade
Bitch, this is FL all day
Heating the streets from the Southeast to Broadway
To Los Angeles, all of mi gente, no me enfrente
One hundred proof, agua ardiente, what?
Down the line, yo, we bound to shine
And pull the tent off the circus from these clowns that rhyme
You don't know a motherfucker with a style like mine
So stop fronting and bump this like a thousand times
Yo, down the line, yo, we bound to shine
Pull the tent off the circus from these clowns that rhyme
You don't know a motherfucker with a style like mine
So stop fronting and bump this like a thousand times
Written by: Roy Orbison
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