Headspinner by Matria Prima Lyrics
[Intro - Recorte]
- Colé João, tu fala inglês porra nenhuma!
Porra, cê tá de caô pra cima de mim, bicho!
Cês tão falando merda sem legenda
Esse negócio aí de, de-- eu já vi essa porra em filme americano
"Fuck yus", esse cara mandou eu me fuder, véio
Fuck you é o caralho, fuck tu, fuck [?], fuck o caralho todo
[Ponte]
Aí Jamés, cê que pilhou lá na Roosevelt
Ayo, [Rays?], wassup? Gustavinho, whaddup? Ayo, Spy, holla!
[Verso 1]
Yo, life ain't fair
I had this murder shit all over my head just by breathing air
This pair in despair, that couple don't cuddle
I'm losing my hair sometimes I cry puddles
With not enough for noodles
I'm about to blow, put the pedal to the medal running over poodles
They told me "stack bundles", I ended up with bandos to get high, and watch angels playing banjo (ring)
It ain't no joke, they cracked the code to the money game, is crack and coke (oh shit!)
But you know I'm out of this
So it's a must that I bust from the top of the list
Hit you with the black fist in the sky, then I wave it from side to side in a hip hop bliss
Back to the program the TV is off
Turn the computer on to watch set it off
See Latifah smoking reefer on the screen
Then I pass out to find out I'm living the dream
'Cuz I wrote this in my sleep, peep
Matéria Prima na rima goes deep…
[Refrão]
Yo, who this nigga?
Just another spitter, headspinner
E essa rima não é gringa?
Calma, fi, respira...
Yo, who this nigga?
Just another spitter, headspinner
E essa rima não é gringa?
Calma, fi, respira...
[Verso 2]
I wanna make a dollar like Dilla did
In a fat ass crib with thousands of kids
I'm kidding, already have one
Trying to make sure his grades are far from one
This is handsome hands writing pretty words on paper that wrap a beautiful rap verse
Maybe when shit gets ugly I blend this with the horrendous
As caixas tremem, I get tremendous
I made a vow to my vocals, rocking vows and consonants that bring back the focus on the words
Instead they worship lips that sink ships and when shit goes down they get hurt, fuck that!
I spit with the spirit of a hungry Pretty Toney trying to fill his tummy, talk to me
Word to Kobe, won't let these muthafuckas change my name from Kunta Kinte to Toby (hell no!)
But I ain't trying to brag or boast
So I'll turn to Tommy and get Ghost, get it?
So if you feel it, get up!
And for those who gossip, go sip a dick syrup, straight up!
[Refrão]
Yo, who this nigga?
Just another spitter, headspinner
E essa rima não é gringa?
Calma, fi, respira...
Yo, who this nigga?
Just another spitter, headspinner
E essa rima não é gringa?
Calma, fi, respira...
[Saída]
Yeah, shoutout to my man Kamau
In the two thousand now
You know this shit is [?]
Bem Boom Bap, yeah, ahn
- Colé João, tu fala inglês porra nenhuma!
Porra, cê tá de caô pra cima de mim, bicho!
Cês tão falando merda sem legenda
Esse negócio aí de, de-- eu já vi essa porra em filme americano
"Fuck yus", esse cara mandou eu me fuder, véio
Fuck you é o caralho, fuck tu, fuck [?], fuck o caralho todo
[Ponte]
Aí Jamés, cê que pilhou lá na Roosevelt
Ayo, [Rays?], wassup? Gustavinho, whaddup? Ayo, Spy, holla!
[Verso 1]
Yo, life ain't fair
I had this murder shit all over my head just by breathing air
This pair in despair, that couple don't cuddle
I'm losing my hair sometimes I cry puddles
With not enough for noodles
I'm about to blow, put the pedal to the medal running over poodles
They told me "stack bundles", I ended up with bandos to get high, and watch angels playing banjo (ring)
It ain't no joke, they cracked the code to the money game, is crack and coke (oh shit!)
But you know I'm out of this
So it's a must that I bust from the top of the list
Hit you with the black fist in the sky, then I wave it from side to side in a hip hop bliss
Back to the program the TV is off
Turn the computer on to watch set it off
See Latifah smoking reefer on the screen
Then I pass out to find out I'm living the dream
'Cuz I wrote this in my sleep, peep
Matéria Prima na rima goes deep…
[Refrão]
Yo, who this nigga?
Just another spitter, headspinner
E essa rima não é gringa?
Calma, fi, respira...
Yo, who this nigga?
Just another spitter, headspinner
E essa rima não é gringa?
Calma, fi, respira...
[Verso 2]
I wanna make a dollar like Dilla did
In a fat ass crib with thousands of kids
I'm kidding, already have one
Trying to make sure his grades are far from one
This is handsome hands writing pretty words on paper that wrap a beautiful rap verse
Maybe when shit gets ugly I blend this with the horrendous
As caixas tremem, I get tremendous
I made a vow to my vocals, rocking vows and consonants that bring back the focus on the words
Instead they worship lips that sink ships and when shit goes down they get hurt, fuck that!
I spit with the spirit of a hungry Pretty Toney trying to fill his tummy, talk to me
Word to Kobe, won't let these muthafuckas change my name from Kunta Kinte to Toby (hell no!)
But I ain't trying to brag or boast
So I'll turn to Tommy and get Ghost, get it?
So if you feel it, get up!
And for those who gossip, go sip a dick syrup, straight up!
[Refrão]
Yo, who this nigga?
Just another spitter, headspinner
E essa rima não é gringa?
Calma, fi, respira...
Yo, who this nigga?
Just another spitter, headspinner
E essa rima não é gringa?
Calma, fi, respira...
[Saída]
Yeah, shoutout to my man Kamau
In the two thousand now
You know this shit is [?]
Bem Boom Bap, yeah, ahn