A electronic song made hip hop by A Triple B. Check This out! Check out A Triple B too, at www.soundclick.com/atripleb
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Lyrics
(written by A Triple B)
Bust a flow, this is for, anybody from
My homeland, India, I wanna hear a bomb!
Don’t test me, I’m desi, and I ain’t just guessin
That this party needs a jump start, coz right now it’s (just) restin
Big Bang! And then Damn! Where the hell they all go
Man, it was planned! They done walked straight out the door
I guess that I’m gonna have to show off my skills
Without the bills at the end of the night
Man that’s tight, and what’s hype, is that I don’t have a mic
Ya know how Gorae say “I bought some Bhangra mix tape tracks”
What the fuck, bitch! You’re a Panda without the black!
Damn, bitch please! You’re a tree without its’ leaves
You want it all, but ain’t got it all; and now you’re on yo knee
Ya wanna talk the talk but can’t walk the walk
Now ya gettin’ beats in the club coz yo mouth wont stop
If ya step outta line, one more time. POP-POP-POP
Theoretically this song may be-knew
But to be-true, I have to say that he-who
Made me, made this song free-to
Whoever may want it, so don’t be-rude
Coz if you ever do, I would have to kill you
Then take a drill to you. Then try to fill you
With some lactic acid, coz be rap is massive
And if you don’t want it, you would have to be a crack-head
But I try to be optimistic and not go ballistic
But if someone keeps insistin, then they’re wishin for an arse kickin
But seeing as I’m peace-ful, reg-al, leg-al and glee-ful
You’d think that I would fe-el, something for these peop-le
But to me other emcees and feeb-le
And I’m talkin here for re-al
I’m talking: making emcees, raisin emcees
Facin emcees, breaking emcees
Somehow, emcees ain’t all that eyebrow raisin to me
What you want me to say? - “Mane, you blow me away!”
Even though life ain’t factual, I know that ain’t natural
Like becomin a cannibal – everything is a matter of:
Survival of the fittest, when being idle to the British
The Big Bang and evolution, lifting bans on evolution
Signing constitutions, fighting the pollution
I promise to you now – whatever religion found:
Whether reincarnation as an elf, or afterlife in hell
We’re prone to a disaster, but still pray to our Father
Coz one day he will ask ya, “This is my test – have you passed her?”
