S.O.S. Some Other Shit by E. Nigma (EdotNigma) Lyrics
[Hook]
I'm on some other shit
Yeah, me too?
I'm on some other shit
Yeah, me too
I'm on some other shit
Yeah, me too?
I'm on some other shit
Yeah, me too
- [E.Nigma] Verse 1
Yo Yo
My bars is hard
Hit 'em with that Charizard, that fire spin
Demolish gods, against me try again, Lyric leviathan
Drinking like the fighting irishmen; My frightening writing pen
Is lightning striking hooks from Mike Tyson, force from his fighting hand
Winter spitter, grinding in my denim; Find a nigga living
Iller than that West Nile, cut from different textile
Get so high that I can see a jet smile
For exile, thats what the E. for
I act a Eeyore, I'm packing c-4
In every bar; Like the hood in the engine of every car
Birds on my shoulder, how very Jafar
On another station? What is you deaf? Why am I treble like clef?
Oh you a fool g (fugee). Ain't wrapped to tight, but I rap like Kool G
Must be the 1st of April, you nice? Could've fooled me
Don't mess with them white girls, never puff on the loosie
It's Mary faithfully, cigar occasionally
My bitch get drunk enough then she go gay for me
Afterwards make a plate for me, wise
Fly high with what I bring to the wing
Stone Cold on that '96 King of the Ring
Bottom line, keep it making cents, Never drop a dime
Sweetest pine in my Monday Night whiskey bottle rhymes
Always doing what I does and boy I never stop trying
Reaching close to the sun and boy I never stop flying
Planting the dope, like a crooked cop, look and watch
Tick tock, bout to explode all over Hip Hop
[Hook]
Some other shit
Yeah, me too?
I'm on some other shit
Yeah, me too
I'm on some other shit
Yeah, me too?
I'm on some other shit
Yeah, me too
Yo yo
- [E.Nigma] Verse 2
Yo yo check it out
It's Buddah Diamonds back in the flesh I'll ghost ya
Ferrari, I'm heating up, can't nobody test the roaster
I'll effin smoke ya, Sippin mimosas with my nubian reina
Money machine sounding sweeter, As we sit back as laugh like hyenas
I'm all about business and enterprising the signs of
That dollar, bind my guys to franchies, and widening their horizons
Cold (coal) like miners and serve em 24/7 like diners
Any rappers I send em backwards, like them chair recliners
Scott Steiner, Nig Poppa pumping that dope for
Scholars bout them dollars and quests for chances to know more
My story's based on a true, these rappers is folklore
I'm convinced that all of you buy your raps at the joke store
Fuck more, smoke more; Conquer the globe
Step up in this bitch like Ric Flair, rocking a robe
Since '91 I tried to stay free from this sucka shit
You on patron? This Brooklyn niggas on Some Other Shit
Its like dat
(Live hook)
[E.Nigma]
I'm on some other shit
[Team Nigma]
Yeah, me too?
I'm on some other shit
Yeah, me too
I'm on some other shit
Yeah, me too?
I'm on some other shit
Yeah, me too
[Hook]
I'm on some other shit
Yeah, me too?
I'm on some other shit
Yeah, me too
I'm on some other shit
Yeah, me too?
I'm on some other shit
Yeah, me too
I'm on some other shit
Yeah, me too?
I'm on some other shit
Yeah, me too
I'm on some other shit
Yeah, me too?
I'm on some other shit
Yeah, me too
- [E.Nigma] Verse 1
Yo Yo
My bars is hard
Hit 'em with that Charizard, that fire spin
Demolish gods, against me try again, Lyric leviathan
Drinking like the fighting irishmen; My frightening writing pen
Is lightning striking hooks from Mike Tyson, force from his fighting hand
Winter spitter, grinding in my denim; Find a nigga living
Iller than that West Nile, cut from different textile
Get so high that I can see a jet smile
For exile, thats what the E. for
I act a Eeyore, I'm packing c-4
In every bar; Like the hood in the engine of every car
Birds on my shoulder, how very Jafar
On another station? What is you deaf? Why am I treble like clef?
Oh you a fool g (fugee). Ain't wrapped to tight, but I rap like Kool G
Must be the 1st of April, you nice? Could've fooled me
Don't mess with them white girls, never puff on the loosie
It's Mary faithfully, cigar occasionally
My bitch get drunk enough then she go gay for me
Afterwards make a plate for me, wise
Fly high with what I bring to the wing
Stone Cold on that '96 King of the Ring
Bottom line, keep it making cents, Never drop a dime
Sweetest pine in my Monday Night whiskey bottle rhymes
Always doing what I does and boy I never stop trying
Reaching close to the sun and boy I never stop flying
Planting the dope, like a crooked cop, look and watch
Tick tock, bout to explode all over Hip Hop
[Hook]
Some other shit
Yeah, me too?
I'm on some other shit
Yeah, me too
I'm on some other shit
Yeah, me too?
I'm on some other shit
Yeah, me too
Yo yo
- [E.Nigma] Verse 2
Yo yo check it out
It's Buddah Diamonds back in the flesh I'll ghost ya
Ferrari, I'm heating up, can't nobody test the roaster
I'll effin smoke ya, Sippin mimosas with my nubian reina
Money machine sounding sweeter, As we sit back as laugh like hyenas
I'm all about business and enterprising the signs of
That dollar, bind my guys to franchies, and widening their horizons
Cold (coal) like miners and serve em 24/7 like diners
Any rappers I send em backwards, like them chair recliners
Scott Steiner, Nig Poppa pumping that dope for
Scholars bout them dollars and quests for chances to know more
My story's based on a true, these rappers is folklore
I'm convinced that all of you buy your raps at the joke store
Fuck more, smoke more; Conquer the globe
Step up in this bitch like Ric Flair, rocking a robe
Since '91 I tried to stay free from this sucka shit
You on patron? This Brooklyn niggas on Some Other Shit
Its like dat
(Live hook)
[E.Nigma]
I'm on some other shit
[Team Nigma]
Yeah, me too?
I'm on some other shit
Yeah, me too
I'm on some other shit
Yeah, me too?
I'm on some other shit
Yeah, me too
[Hook]
I'm on some other shit
Yeah, me too?
I'm on some other shit
Yeah, me too
I'm on some other shit
Yeah, me too?
I'm on some other shit
Yeah, me too