Cancion : Fly Artista : Akapellah Album : Como Nunca Url : https://www.letras10.co/letra-fly-de-akapellah [Intro: Ocean (of Natural Resource) and Pumpkinhead] Pumpkinhead: Haha. Yeah, yeah. Natural Resource, Pumpkinhead. Heh Ocean: Yo, this is caca Pumpkinhead: Shitty Ocean: Man, fuck this shit Pumpkinhead: Shitty. Hahaha Ocean: Yo, PH Pumpkinhead: What’s up? Ocean: I don’t understand these cats sometimes, man Pumpkinhead: Me neither Ocean: I don’t know what to do with them. I could shit on ‘em Pumpkinhead: Shit on ‘em [Verse 1: Ocean (of Natural Resource)] Yo, this is caca. Man, fuck this shit I'm surrounded with a species made from feces Their tracks sound like ass, their raps sound like ass They need to get blast ‘cause they make me pass gas Flatulate on ‘em, straight defecate on ‘em Shit on ‘em, drop and cop a squat on ‘em Don’t warn ‘em. No alarm ‘Cause after their written freestyles is done, it’s on That Natural Resource ship’s about to lift off I shit on emcees and leave them pissed off I get off like sperming Sitting on the toilet bowl, writing and squirming You gave me diarrhea—now my ass is burning Why you up in my business like you got a permit? ‘Cause, on the real, I can grab some toilet paper and wipe my ass ‘Cause the way that I’m making you sweat I could use that same tissue and wipe off your brow ‘Cause, nowadays, nukkas stay up in my shit Every place I go, they’re up in my whip If they’re not not up in my whip, then they’re up in my lip They might as well be cupping my dick But that’s the price that you got to play when DJs are loving your shit I feel like rubbing some clit. OK, that is not needed So let’s get back to these shit stains of which I just secreted Pardon me, y’all. I’m weeded But if they’re hotter than us, then them motherfuckers cheated If you want the real-to-real, then you best to listen, pops We got these other rap cats out here, shitting rocks If it’s not ill like the chickenpox, then it’s not (Not) The hot shit we drop in the litterbox Still, we’re not (Not) gonna let you in Because your dumb ass didn’t knock. You didn’t knock [Hook: Pumpkinhead] (x2) If it’s hot, it’s hot. If it’s not Can it, goddamn it. Makin’ Records all across the planet If you can’t understand it We pack shows like mass transit and “Control” like Janet [Verse 2: Pumpkinhead] Pumpkinhead, the illest cat on the rap scene What you don’t know: I hold flows like canteens Scaring the shit out of emcees like a bad dream Me, Ocean, What? What? on this track tag-team It’s a sad thing that your rap is dull and mine has mad swing And I’m laughing at what your ass bring Put your ass in a sling. Makin’ Records Making moves like Fred Berry—What's Happening!! It’s rap shattering, bruising, battering. Ain’t no battling Too challenging. I got you up a river with no paddling If you got a headache, take some aspirin And if the bed break, it’s ‘cause your girl was straddling my manly thing I’m like a linebacker, tackling rappers babbling O.B.S. up in your rest like wall-to-wall paneling Beats, bass, 808s, kicks, snares crackling Over the tambourine. I’m orange like a tangerine So, to me, your jibber jabbering is obsolete When I start my dibbling, dabbling I’ll have your whole crew panicking, bouncing like a trampoline Screaming, “Damn, this man is mean” Quick to burn you like gasoline or kerosene, bruh My rhymes damaging, bruh Break legs like eggs before scrambling, bruh And what you handling, bruh, is straight rambling, bruh Yo, you wack (Wack). Straight up. Like that [Hook: Pumpkinhead] (x2) If it’s hot, it’s hot. If it’s not Can it, goddamn it. Makin’ Records all across the planet If you can’t understand it We pack shows like mass transit and “Control” like Janet [Verse 3: What? What? (aka Jean Grae) (of Natural Resource)] I watch the skyline, hang in the frame and walk streets And stalk beats to maintain my main aim: To wet your whole block—got these niggas calling for rain It’s summertime, y’all. We call for something to tame The savage beast in us the beginnings of all things From life to hip hop, we drop the science of kings (And the queens) Brothers be calling my shit “The Head Knocker” I’ll rock to get your clique open down in Osaka The top-notch hopscotch over competitors You ready for metaphors that are better than yours? Then think twice. What? double-edged verbal knife slice I’m raw, the vice grip ‘round a mic and a cord To slip never. Too clever with the word in a phrase A pen and a page and bound to leave the crowd in a daze The Last Dragon Enter the stage and blaze shit up Fade to black but always leave the microphone lit up Assassin, professional action, word-blasting No capes and mask but wax and a passion Smashing emcees, sledge-hammering weak shit I freaks it on some incredible sweet shit Unique shit, dripping lines, spitting, track-ripping Written to stay hitting y’all, verbal shot-licking Stay in the hot kitchen, whipping y’all to submission Position tight, What? coming like a thief in the night [Hook: Pumpkinhead] (x3) If it’s hot, it’s hot. If it’s not Can it, goddamn it. Makin’ Records all across the planet If you can’t understand it We pack shows like mass transit and “Control” like Janet [Outro: DJ Aggie and Pumpkinhead] Pumpkinhead: Hahaha, yeah. Natural Resource, Pumpkinhead collabo. Haha. Rock steady, Japan. Rock steady, Japan. It’s like that. Hah. Yeah, yeah. O.T. in the place to be. Hah. Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah. We’re gonna take you out like this DJ Aggie: Yo, this is DJ Aggie of Natural Resource and I’m chilling with DJ Yujiro. Club Harlem in Tokyo. That’s how it go. Ha. Makin’ Records. Ha. Makin’ Records. Ha. Makin’ Records. Ha. Makin’ Records. Ha ========================== Letra descargada de Letras10.co ==========================