Nightclub Fight Club - Tracks Without Hooks Are What Made Our Heroes Famous (On It) (feat. Celph Titled) | Текст песни

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• Nightclub Fight Club
• Tracks Without Hooks Are What Made Our Heroes Famous (On It) (feat. Celph Titled)

[beat by: JP]

JP:
My flow called comma because it got the rest told
My beats called sauna because they makin sweat flow
My bills called Doyle Brunson, they make the best fold
My chain called Robitussen, it got my chest cold
I spread danger like a disease
they call me taco sauce, cuz I get into beef over cheese
JP with NCFC, you can't test us
please bitch, we be the ones and you be the rest
Actin raw, but you too chicken afraid to test
I'm a raw chicken too, cuz I'm dangerous fresh
And I guess my flow confidential cuz you can't check this
make a steak and egg fajita, I eat rap beef for breakfast
when I be tellin shit there's no need to embellish it
my flow is hot, dog, just relish it
Cookin up the punchlines, know you niggas smell this shit
Nightclub never fucked up, call the music celibate
we sick daily, like please get the docs called
on mixtapes y'all frees shit, ya clocks stalled
now get ready, listen, I'm steady never missin
my dick heavy and your bitch call you mothballs
clear the runway now, so fly
when I piss, rain be comin out yo sky, and
I puff the weed and get about so high
but I can still spit with a mouth so dry
Never doubt though, I flow, you need respirators (sick)
My dick for hire like an investigator (trick)
My shit deprive you, need a fed regulator (WIC)
You never spit heat, like a bad creme bruleer (click)
break ya neck bitch, I'm busta, what's funny
I'ma bust ya and get some Arab Money
Yeah dummy I'm a biter, and I say it with pride too
Cuz other rappers can't spit they own flows like I do
They tried to but they sound so borin, but my
verse so hot my spit cause global warming,
Me and my crew bout ready to storm in, Im all
about punchin niggas n grills like George Foreman
Every rhyme they're hopin I'll deliver a joke
like: my lines so dope I spit a river of coke
Write so sweet a flow it's like a river of Coke
my punchlines so cold I fucking shiver in coats
the track so hot it broke the limiter scope
you pussies couldn't see me if you lived in a scope
Beats so phat the track's perimeter broke
I'm so fly that my altimeter broke

KSol:
I be on it, who is my opponent?
KSol is gonna own it, now that's what I call Dopeshit
My first appearance here was slappin your Air Forces
Then with them homeboys, yellin "It's Dem Horses!"
Now it's time to change the game, like Barack said
Put the paper to the flame, like a pothead
Fell off the Billionaire Boys' Club roof and dropped dead
You can call me zombie if hip-hop's dead
Cuz I'm back with a vengeance, bout to go and wreck this
So much green on me you'd think I wear a fake gold necklace
I'm the real shit, don't disrespect this
battle us and get lockjawed, like tetanus
Stackin so much money it's like Tetris, these rappers get confused
start runnin round like they chickens headless
I grill you up, cuz all you chickens breadless
but don't be jealous, get your sunny side up, like breakfast
Keep the kicks, my money tied up in the sock game
And I'm talkin bout sockin niggas, and not Hanes
Got rot brains, rhymin shit all willy-nilly
but my lines hot like a conveyor belt filled with chili
I've gone so apeshit I don't know what's goin on
They say I've gone bananas so they call me Donkey Kong
And my freestyles conquer every song that Diddy's on
And my banjo beat any rock song that Weezy's on
See, I'm rare like Gyarados leather
on a handbag inner-lined with Zapdos feathers
So much green, it came to life like a Bulbasaur
With seven whips that transform into the ultrazord
it's loud music, crowds boozin, and velvet rop