Arif - Del 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Stella Mwangi] I do it, do it best, yes, when it's crunch time I look too good to even need a punchline Tell 'em boo-hoo, yeah, the girl go wild The old sound old when I'm on that new, new Yeah, I'm on that new, new, and it ain't nothing you can do Your stinky little feet can't fit in my shoe So bye bye, see you another time Nah, I'm just lying, I'll never say hi My sh** about to blow, you act like you don't know it Next star shooting, you can bet my name on it Then you say: ''Stella, take me under your umbrella'' Then I say: ''b**h, where was you when I was held up?'' Held up, trying to shoot, show what I can do But then you say new, then I go ''look at you'' Yeah, that girl flossing, floss like I'm bossy This is the last cypher you'll see, cause you know my sh** costing [Verse 2: Adam Tensta] I'm surrounded by so many luck-seekers Clinging on my hip like beepers A handfull of drop dead gorgeous The rest are like porches Standing on 'em on the way out, leave us I've always been considerate Understanding why they would want to kick it Cause we some fly n***as living off of what we vision There has never been a track that we haven't slained, homie, listen Respect my hustle, and it's to the day that I ain't livin' How many people you know living in their dream, huh? Is that the reason why you hating on the team, bruh? Cause I was just on everybody And I'm looking to the sky for a sign like a Libra Or should I change my name to lottery? Change my name to poverty Do it like you do it, never let out what's inside of me f** a hater, you can search all your life, if you're looking for my apologies [Vers 3: Jae-R] Whoever is in my categor, tell 'em I aboard them Here comes the young matador, I brought a couple horsemen Who carry crosses like virgin Mary had abortions To p**y rappers, I'm Cat Daddy, you orphans Re-re-recognize, f** being humble I'm trying to fill up banks, like Fresh Prince's uncle b**hes deserted me like after the entrée So I wrote the recipe like can wrecking André On my Indy flow, Bo-Bo-Bombay Even Jesus knows, I take 'em to church, keep your arms raised Hell hath no fury, I rap Bible verses Quiet storm, this is silent murder Without a black burner, I let the raps burn ya k**ing 'em all, watching 'em die like ma** murder Before we say good night and close the casket Tell 'em I'm a slave to the music, but I own my masters [Vers 4: Pete] Min mikrofon stil er et monster Dreper emcees, så legger ned blomster Hemmelig sekt, de konspirer, og så skjer det sånn Vågsbygd Handy, går som Megatron Kondensspor, oppstår når vi skriver sånn Atombombe flow, måles I megatonn De kloner mann for en fremtidig krig Tre fjerdedelers skala mini-me Og millioner av oss, ubeskrivelig Se oss high-five I timesvis Siste Mohikanere, en trua art Sitter døsig I hjørnet på en ukjent bar Videre, ingen vet hvor vi går Halvt Darth Vader, halvt Petter Pilgaard Vi gir på, produkt som på en vingård De gir meg beats, som jeg går helt maskin på [Vers 5: Phil T. Rich] Siden sist gang jeg var her, ville alle bli mine venner Tilbake I denne hora som om Jae skylder meg penger Baba, jeg føler meg så awesome Din favoritt rapper har gjort det I ti år, jeg ha'kke engang starta Alle I svovel sitter lavt, vi sitter høyt Rapperne vil ha meg på skive som Nora syltetøy Kjærlighet til folka som ikke liker trynet Men dette trynet kommer du til å se jævla mye Kjærlighet fra linje tre, det som skjer er det som skjer Hipsterne elsker neger'n som om navnet mitt var Paskalev Baws Gang er her, lillemann Ta bilde mens vi baller, b**h, vi kaller det Instagram Moccamann I følge Plumbo, for mitt team er Shaka Zulu Sitter på en høy hest, kall det Polo Tangerudbakken, flowen er mongo Baws Gang, finn oss I toner f** å være rapper, vi skal bli ikoner Denne teksten kommer fra Rap Genius Norge!