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dj spuddzz – holler back كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: dj spuddzz]
when i rock the mic, i rock it tight
my flow’s about as even as brodie grundy’s sock height
i write all my lyrics in your skin with a pocket knife
i’m not locked in fights but god, i might
just rock your cypher, tear it to shreds
like it’s paper, even when i play fair, i’m the best
of the next generation, just another humble kid
who pulls fresh punchlines out of his -rs-; that’s some funny sh-t
straight from the rubbish tip, full of lip like herpes
i wanna rush my life so i’ll skip my thirties
and win my earnings of no more than a couple hundred bucks
and go straight to retirement in a couple months
i’ll sucker punch your crew like andrew gaff on brayshaw
ripping pub rock, make fans of mumble rappers hate more
‘specially when you find out this ain’t my own sh-t, no way
i just took an old tape and re-released it on my own name

[verse 2: emkew]
holler back at the horrible, h-llish horror point
explosive [?] corrosive hardest rapper on the joint
the host with the most, i’m roasting goats like moses
test to [?] destiny, most of these jokers
the clowns to the left of me are recipes for pedigree
but [?] ethically, so these underdogs here petty me
so when the bell toils, who you gonna call?
when the bell toils, who you gonna call?
and no wishing in a kingdom when you’re livin’ very well
it’s a different kind of mission, picking bags of [?]
[?] serve, a crack of the whip to the back for a word
attack of the innermost enemy, it’s an emergency [?] haven’t you heard
listen, i’m the voice in your mind that says i’m doin’ fine
thundercloud [?] but still i’m doin’ fine
so when the bell toils, who you gonna call?
when the bell toils, who you gonna call?
who you gonna call right before you fall? writings on the wall, highly probable
got you lose it all (got you lose it all)
take a look inside, measure your device
[?]
and when the storm rows in and the herd grows thin
hear the sound of that thunder clap
it’s a sign of the times, keep your eyes on the prize
way up high in the sky and just holler back!

[verse 3: dj spuddzz]
i had a clever stage name initially like emkew
seecie was the name, you know that sh-t don’t need a test tube
i mix my green and red, blue, i think i need my head screwed
on properly, now i think i’m cee lo green, forget you
i’m set to become the wackest rapper that you’ll ever know
never broke, make millions from rapping on a metronome
have a s-xy flow so i don’t need good production
you just seem good, you’re nothin’, me, i’m heaps good like muphin
you might have some b-lls and a d-ck but it still doesn’t click
what you’re f-ckin’ with isn’t real, it’s just a myth
i love the lip from the haters, bagging no name rappers out
desperate for attention so they change their style from trap to house
and rap about whatever’s trendy, me, i keep it real
bring the future by spitting raps that heaps of people feel
i’ll be going strong for years while there’s heaps of beats to steal
complain about it if you will, i’ll make the weaker people kneel
yes, i make my own beats, some are played in low key
aging slowly but still forget to shave my goatee
i don’t need to brag, i just know i’m better than you
i’ve come to tell you ’bout your future; ebenezer scrooge
i’m the only rap you need for the present and the future
got an alb-m in the making, later better than sooner
but if you need bars, who you gonna call?
look in ten years, whose poster’s on your wall?

[outro: phil jamieson]
such a pity

- dj spuddzz

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