LGIV by LaGo Lyrics
[Verse 1: InVAdE]
I spit it lyrical
Lyrics are damn near cynical
Retaking, I'm raising the bar with every syllable
Make it diminishing finishing any pitiful
Excuse for backing down it’d be a miracle
To see me lose it or witnessing any visible
Pain that I’m going through trust me it’s strictly clinical
Straight jackets on, off and on this shit is difficult
Anyways moving on this shits the pinnacle
[Verse 2: LaGo]
I don’t know what you think when you’re coming and bringing it
And get approval like it was the illest MJ hit
Record it, leave the studio, then go and hear ya spit
And realize you’re a tragical lyrical misfit
See I don’t need to pack the bullets your gun’ll be stuck with
I have the lyrical skills that you’re gonna be stuck with
Pack it up and leave it! Beat it!
The music business is depleted
And nobody’s gonna want you to be stuck with
So take your demo CDs, drive away in Lamborghinis
Knee before MCs so they see you do not disagree
These hyped, trap, overpaid, fake Gs
Overcome your fears and become fierce in this worlds’ beat
Sitting in this motherfucking chair, (wait)
Waiting that everything is gonna become complete
Bumping in a note here and there, (eight)
Years to go and we are going to compete
[Verse 3: InVAdE]
Wait! Hold up man let me slow this shit, (down)
Don’t understand what you’re saying like a chinaman, bound
To fuck up or misspeak or run amok and then midweek
I’ll bust em up you can come see or seek or shriek or am unique?!
Enough to start my own brand handing
Down the mic to LaGo standing
Next to me on stage
Destroying everything, aren’t we outstanding
Mics get passed around faster than chinese airline crash landing
Debating whether or not we gon have the cash banking
[Verse 4: LaGo & InVAdE]
I’ll bank my cash, when hell freezes over
And I get colder with a scent of hades odour
(I’m getting richer without a bitch or a snitch behind me
Making so much money till I’m a Mercedes owner.)
No range rover not when rage is taking over
(I’m driving worse than an addict, a fucking stoner.)
With addition, the ambition to run you over
(Nah I don’t have it, at least that’s what I told her.)
All these other rappers are corrupt
I hate their style
(Wait! Can I interrupt?)
Sure whatcha got?
(You’re not giving them a shot
I think you’re being too harsh on the new blood in the game.)
I’m new myself bitch!
I ain’t got no fame
(You just call me a bitch?!)
Oh come on man I’m just playing
(Fuck that! I’ll grab my AK and just start spraying!)
Calm down! how did this get outta hand, are you insane?
All these new rappers sound the same man
Don’t get me wrong I don’t wanna blame them
(I get it you’re more MC Ren, I’m more Eminem.)
Damn hold up, he da man!
(The fuck are we arguing about then?!)
I spit it lyrical
Lyrics are damn near cynical
Retaking, I'm raising the bar with every syllable
Make it diminishing finishing any pitiful
Excuse for backing down it’d be a miracle
To see me lose it or witnessing any visible
Pain that I’m going through trust me it’s strictly clinical
Straight jackets on, off and on this shit is difficult
Anyways moving on this shits the pinnacle
[Verse 2: LaGo]
I don’t know what you think when you’re coming and bringing it
And get approval like it was the illest MJ hit
Record it, leave the studio, then go and hear ya spit
And realize you’re a tragical lyrical misfit
See I don’t need to pack the bullets your gun’ll be stuck with
I have the lyrical skills that you’re gonna be stuck with
Pack it up and leave it! Beat it!
The music business is depleted
And nobody’s gonna want you to be stuck with
So take your demo CDs, drive away in Lamborghinis
Knee before MCs so they see you do not disagree
These hyped, trap, overpaid, fake Gs
Overcome your fears and become fierce in this worlds’ beat
Sitting in this motherfucking chair, (wait)
Waiting that everything is gonna become complete
Bumping in a note here and there, (eight)
Years to go and we are going to compete
[Verse 3: InVAdE]
Wait! Hold up man let me slow this shit, (down)
Don’t understand what you’re saying like a chinaman, bound
To fuck up or misspeak or run amok and then midweek
I’ll bust em up you can come see or seek or shriek or am unique?!
Enough to start my own brand handing
Down the mic to LaGo standing
Next to me on stage
Destroying everything, aren’t we outstanding
Mics get passed around faster than chinese airline crash landing
Debating whether or not we gon have the cash banking
[Verse 4: LaGo & InVAdE]
I’ll bank my cash, when hell freezes over
And I get colder with a scent of hades odour
(I’m getting richer without a bitch or a snitch behind me
Making so much money till I’m a Mercedes owner.)
No range rover not when rage is taking over
(I’m driving worse than an addict, a fucking stoner.)
With addition, the ambition to run you over
(Nah I don’t have it, at least that’s what I told her.)
All these other rappers are corrupt
I hate their style
(Wait! Can I interrupt?)
Sure whatcha got?
(You’re not giving them a shot
I think you’re being too harsh on the new blood in the game.)
I’m new myself bitch!
I ain’t got no fame
(You just call me a bitch?!)
Oh come on man I’m just playing
(Fuck that! I’ll grab my AK and just start spraying!)
Calm down! how did this get outta hand, are you insane?
All these new rappers sound the same man
Don’t get me wrong I don’t wanna blame them
(I get it you’re more MC Ren, I’m more Eminem.)
Damn hold up, he da man!
(The fuck are we arguing about then?!)