Mozart: Mitridate, re di Ponto, K.87 - 1st (original version) / Act 1: "In faccia all'oggetto"

歌詞

[Intro: Black Milk] Elzhi, Black Milk, let's go, yeah [Verse 1: Black Milk] You can't mention the top five without mentioning I Black and Elzhi, fire like the temperature rise Limitless I'm, not even the sky's the limit to I When we spit with adrenaline times ten From the beginnin until the rhyme end It's, no stopping, every line's mind boggling Stopping your top artist, topping 'em When we spit sick, naw critics love to get compliments, go [Verse 2: Fatt Father] A little 'gen and sodium Pandemonium, sparks the fat man at the podium Starts the flame on, I came to stay long (Somebody call SVU!) I rape songs Fatt Father collaring fake bums, like Steak-umms With great guns, that'll have you covered in A1 Al Green told me I was hotter than cooked grits And my words seem more like somethin I cook with [Hook: Black Milk] Cause it's that fire, I see the smoke rising higher Hi-higher, hands to the sky, up Spit fire, nope can't deny us They getting liver, cause it's that fire I see the smoke rising higher Get 'em, get 'em up, get 'em higher Get a cup, let me see, see you light up They getting liver, cause it's that fire [Verse 3: Danny Brown] I fire up the blunt and it tastes like gumbo Hit the trees hard like George in the Jungle I'm a play humble 'fore I let the K rumble Know you got a bitch fatty and a snitchin ass uncle Brown play niggas like Funco- Land tan seats in the old school sedan So nigga talk sweet and the forty fifth blam Hit a nigga in his back, make 'em do a handstand [Verse 4: Fat Ray] Look, it's Fat Ray, fireman, I'm turnin the hose on You fire up a L, we burning the whole zone So you can go to hell with fire and brimstone Fire with the heckler Niggas is even jockin my hand gestures Yes, cause I'm fresher than the Nantucket Nectar Ain't a man fresher, we apply pressure You a lie, crooked in the street, when I fire like a Vietnam veteran [Hook] [Verse 5: Guilty Simpson] You can't extinguish my genius, release just Enough to touch y'all without a just cause And still build a loyal following Front row at my next show hollering, witnessing overpowering Lyrics, you feel it deep down, way beneath the street's ground In sewer tops, we do enough, you do a lot With zero reward, I'm the chairman of the board Warlord, sending verb victims to the morgue [Verse 6: Elzhi] 'til charge an ill joggin, with skill that can kill squadrons We'll reveal this all in your grill, like the drill sergeant Too mean, two spleens, this is daily routine If you seen, holding new green, in my blue jeans Knuckle every clown, always chuckle, barely frown Pistol here beneath the bubble, like Huckleberry Hound When I came in, bent down to strike the game and They say that I'm fire, you just got fired for soundin like your flaming [Hook] [Outro: Black Milk] If you a fan, go and fan a nigga off, yeah Wave your hands, yeah, fan a nigga off, uh Go ahead, just fan a nigga off, yeah If you a fan, go and fan a nigga off, go!