Taylor
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,154
Peak in subgenre #636
Author
Taylor FT LD
Uploaded
August 24, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:13
Story behind the song
Poor quality, recorded at home, just a mess around track to be honest
Lyrics
T (Chorus)
So move, your body to the beat you better break in them shoes
And that skirt, you need to show me how your body gets loose,
Move it for the hottest and you know that we that
This is a warnin we the storm so yeah you know that we back!
L
Man im the best youll ever see at all the shit that I do,
And I aint quittin keep on sitting ima spit it to you,
Spit to a riff that I do, Its so horrific I blew,
The speakers up on your stereo bet you been through a few of em
When I flow ima blow em, and I don’t need to be goin in
The direction I know im in, but my words I just throw em in,
Cause they keeping me going, win the respect when I show em
That im the king of this rap shit, well me and my homey we in a
State of this lyricalism, feeded like spiritualism,
Eating like we in this prison, thinking its there when it isn’t,
We just too good and we risen above all the others we living
Proof a new age, a vision we are the link that was missing,
Christened the fathers of rap, loving this shit,
Loving these sick flows, bo, man are rubbing this bitch,
Rubbing her up the right way, LD and Taylor be quick,
You better make yourself scarce cause we running this shit
Chorus X2
T
And yeah we work it then re-work it, its worth it,
Just to be serving these hermits, For rap we burnin theyre permits
Its like theyre purposely worthless, its our work that determines
Why we will be bein the persons that will b takin this furthest
Ive worked this flow to the bone, and when im flowin you know its me,
Worked too hard for this artist shit so supposing supposedly
Youve chosen to go for targeting dethroning my poetry..
Homie please, you aint got it, victory man it flows in me
Sick vendettas quick to spit, rip sick lyrical berettas
Like no-ones better, once ive said it, aint no way ill regret it,
But then ill bet you regret nearly every thing that you said,
Cause hearin my text you know all your careers are all dead
So heres how it is people, just admit that I beat you,
My first spit ripped you to shit, damn sure you don’t want a sequel,
Locked it, I dropped it, taylor got him a new flow,
That even smells good, people are callin it hugo….
Chorus x2
T
You wanna battle the flows?
You gona battle us both,
And we aint planning any action
When we jackin your shows,
Sure we in it for cheddar,
“An there aint nobody better”
The two sickest in the bidness
“An we rip it together”
T
Im on top of this rockin it till the day I be droppin and its
Not long before your song will be forgotten its not a spit
Im hot on it think more on it then coppers with politics
Lockin it its proper shit and now you lost it so swallow it
L
I smack it, attack it, you cant hack it, you lack it,
Im bringing static, I pack it, im indestructible at it,
And ima whack it and crack it like boiled eggs in a jacket,
Cause when I smack it I smack it I always back it and that is it
Last Chorus to fade
