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    • Тексты песен / F / Frisco / Pride

    Текст песни Frisco - Pride

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    Тут находится текст песни Frisco - Pride, а также перевод, видео и клип.

    Anyone that's dissed my mum, yeah
    Suck your dead great gran through
    Your dad's batty crease rudeboy

    It's time to up the levels again
    A new MC's born every weekend
    If you're an MC, don't try and befriend me
    'cause I will not holla back like Gwen
    You'll get no air time like space
    Frankly there's not enough space
    There's already too many stars like space
    I'm not having a bar like space
    So shut your mouth, give me
    Space, give me room
    If you don't then you will
    Be facing your doom
    Lyrics are deeper than a bass on a tune with
    Hidden messages like the face on the moon
    My lyrics will chief up your rhymes
    You just chat about beef all the time
    Your content is weaker than mine
    Your dry lyrics need some E45
    Bare MCs just lie too much
    If not, then they say, "Like" too much
    Easy peasy similes used frequently really
    Gets on my nerves
    High like sky, big like Ben, air like pie
    That's what you do all the
    Time in your rhymes not like mine
    When I come round it's metaphor time
    I'm so deep, when I come around
    Your ears pop when I spit lyrics
    Your ears stop picking up the ambient
    Sounds around 'cause I'm on top
    You're so weak, when I come around
    You best not
    Spit no lyrics, go have a drink
    Swag MCs, spitting with me
    That ain't the lick
    It's not a good career choice
    My lyrics will diminish your voice
    If this was your lyric
    You'll say something like me being
    Crap and your Rolls Royce
    Not Jme, that's too predictable, blud
    What would I rhyme with Royce?
    I'll say something deep like
    "When I go festivals
    I don't pay the ticket kiosk"
    My name's on the list, VIP wristband
    Triple-A card hangin' from my neck
    You're not a musician, put you in
    A room with a computer
    You'll just surf the net
    Not me, I open Fruit
    Loops, Cubase, Pro Tools, logic
    Reason, Ableton Live, I don't give a
    Shit, switch on the computer, make a hit
    See Jme? He's in charge
    I ain't never been stealing cars
    I'm meetin' stars, my tunes will
    Make your mouth water
    Just like sweetie jars
    I'm repeating bars, 'cause
    That's me, individual
    I didn't cheat in class
    You lot are thicker than
    Windscreen glass, like Kano
    I got beats and bars
    My album will soon be out
    You can cop that straight off
    The shelf like greeting cards
    Want one's, two's and three's in the charts
    When you're in HMV breezing past
    My lyrics are serious, leaving
    Scars, like Skepta, you'll hear me in cars
    I'm not a cheat but I'm
    Breezin' past, like a cheetah
    You're a cow eatin' grass
    You won't see me in a bait
    Car chase, I'm on the grind
    On a paper chase
    Before all my skate park days
    Before music made the 8 bar phrase
    LISTENNN! Like Trimbal
    While Jme's hitting the right cymbal
    Riddim is cold like a winter day
    Listen to the bass get syncopate
    Trust, can't get rid of me since I
    Learned how to export the MIDI sequence
    Skepta and Jme are rough
    Them lot got a loud bass drum
    And a tough rim shot
    Any wasteman with a PC can't
    Step to Skepta or Jme
    I don't care what you thought
    Can't beat them at 140 BPM
    Yo yo blud-blud don't
    Get rude-rude-rude-rude boy-boy, warning
    You you you know that
    I don't normally slew-slew-slew
    Me that'll be the end of you
    All this bad boy talk is nothin'
    Got a stiff face like you wanna say somethin'
    Don't get rude, blud I said
    Don't get rude! I will start upper cutting
    Yo yo bredrin, fix your face-face-face-face
    Facts-facts you can't spray-spray-spray
    Jme blud
    What did you say-say-ssssay that again that's
    The end of your day
    All this re-te-te is air
    Think you'll scare me if you swear?
    Don't get rude, blud I said, don't get rude
    I will break your ear!

    Serious, yeah, uppin' the levels
    Yeah, producing the beats
    Writing the lyrics
    One take, Jme, serious, hold tight
    All the waste MCs
    All the people wasting their time
    You're not a musician, stop
    What you're doin', shut ya mout'

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