Ten Typ Mes – Dumny Jak Paw Lyrics (feat. Vnm)

[Intro: Ten Typ Mes & VNM]
Mes: Ej VNM
VNM: Co jest?
M: Nie wiem czy też tak masz
V: Jak?
M: Prowadzimy popierdolone życiorysy
V: O tak
M: Nie ze wszystkiego możemy być w życiu dumni
V: Ta
M: Ale niewielu pojęć jestem tak pewny jak swojej muzyki
V: O kurwa
M: Jak swoich skillsów, skurwysyny
V: Dokładnie tak
M: Głośny zagrał bit
V: Ta

[Hook: Ten Typ Mes] x2
Dumny jak paw, długo na to pracował
Więcej szczerych braw niż samochodów i złota
Mój mistrzowski pas
Reszta przyjdzie z czasem lub nie
Musi być cierpliwy
Musi być zawsze krok przed

[Verse 1: Ten Typ Mes]
Jest tak świeżo jakbym właśnie wyskoczył z basenu
Choć to nie basen, to wanna niewiele większa od zlewu
Czuję jakby, satynowy szlafrok, wachlarz i dotyk gejszy
Ale to tylko otwarte okno i bawełniany ręcznik
Wciskam play i jest jakbym był w studiu z Dr. Dre
A to moja wieża Technicsa, co ma 14 lat, lecz nie gra źle
I nagle jakbym połknął piorun kulisty i popił lawą
Choć to tabletka z witamin, przepłukana niesmaczną kawą – to nic
Jestem tak świeży, że zawstydzam w WC kaczkę, bitch
A kiedy biorę do ręki starą monetę, ta po chwili błyszczy jak w mennicy
Chodzę po starej klepce, łaskawie na nią patrze
Stąpam lekko, jakby po dywanie ze wszystkich wianków, które skradłem a jakże
Wrażenie które mam, trudno wycenić
Moich przyjaciół nie kupisz, mojej muzyki nie zmienisz
Mojego stylu nie ulepisz z lansu na trójce jurorów
Jestem tak świeży, jakby moja mama usłyszała właśnie: “O, o, będzie poród!”

[Hook: Ten Typ Mes]

[Verse 2: VNM]
Jeżeli to wyścig:
V, nie potrzeba tu mi tych braw
N, nie potrzeba żółwi na start
M, ten co nie wierzy mi, że będę robił na nim duble niech wykurwi na szczaw
Zabiorę do trumny ten vibe
Kiedy nadejdzie mój na to czas
Ale moje flow nowe, ich starsze, w chuj zmarszczek
Pytają się o nie katakumby co dnia
Wypijmy za najlepsze rymy i flow, chodź ziomek na jednego
Kto nie wypije frajer z niego, bo synu te flow to ogień; Fire! Fuego!
Spotkała kapusta go, dumny jak paw puszczam to
Jedyne co wspólnego ma duma z pawiem u ciebie, to jej brak jak puszczasz go
Pracowałem na to długo w chuj, hejty teraz japę tu, tu
Mój rap spirytus 100%, ich gdzieś 40, dlatego zapierdala wódą tu
Fresh jak Prince of Bel Air, przemierzam ulice, które unoszą mnie jak aerodynamiczne tunele
Na melanż – nie ważne boisko, chata, bristol, plener
Nie ważny obiad, pasztet z wazą, kura czy gulasz i kawior
Ważne, że kiedy po show schodzę ze sceny, miasto żwawo klaszcze brawo
Ważne, że to jebie w łeb jak Sprite z kodeiną i prometazyna w tabletkach
VNM, weź przestań, niech te litery tu rozwiną na Vietnam

[Hook: Ten Typ Mes]

[Verse 3: Ten Typ Mes]
Dumny jak paw, wtedy na opak, bo mam negatyw jego bogactwa
On mojego talentu na stopach i werblach
Zawsze przed hejterem jak jego pierwszy wpierdol
Nie zasługują na wersy, na befsztyk ze mną, na serio
12 lat mój rap dojrzewa jak whisky w beczce
Oni chcą być jak sok Marwit – jeden dzień strawni, ja tak nie chcę
I choć mój pałac to blok, a tron to stary fotel koleszki
Dyliżans to bus lub najtańsze taxi w stołecznym mieście
Mam powierzchni hektary w sercach fanów
I to cenniejsze niż apartament pusty w miasteczku Wilanów
Tu, kamera nie śledzi dokąd i z kim śmigam
Tu moi sąsiedzi nie panikują, nie dzwonią na psy, gdy ktoś rzyga
Jest tak rześko jak w fontannie, w upalny letni dzień
Gdybym zobaczył tam piątkę na dnie, wziąłbym ją – kto wie
I chuj, jestem tak dumny, że paw jest przy mnie skromny
Bo ja mogę odlecieć, odlecieć hen poza rozsądek

Tyler, The Creator – CRUST IN THEIR EYES Lyrics

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]
Ayo, ayo
It’s like 3 AM in Denmark
[?]

[Chorus: Yasiin Bey]
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Spirit, movin’ around, just movin’ around
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts
Spirit, yeah, that’s the king

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
My sister called the other day and said she loved me, wassup?
I called her back and said
I’m sorry that I don’t say it enough
See I don’t put up a front
I just say what I want, nigga
Never let a nigga tell me I couldn’t stunt
Pro black but this twink white
I’ll sign if the ink right
Two cribs, I can sleep twice
Niggas swear they woke but got crust in their eyes
They can’t blink right
These nigga fakes confident and fake show how they feel
Then go home and big cry ’cause their acne is real
Show them scars motherfucker
How you think they gon’ heal up?
Scab ass niggas fucking up all the deals
I got niggas tryna slander me
That I knew from the start
But I can’t do it back to them
It ain’t no hate in my heart
Y’all Stephen Hawkings with the way that y’all make moves (rip)
But I’ma flip the channel on you niggas
Just tuned and watch em
I’m the real Fresh Prince new crib in Bel Air
And I feel so free, the cheetah print in my hair
Rainbow on the belt, gang shit yeah yeah
Hopped out that bitch
Had to make some room for my furs
Niggas picking out there victims
Hot potato, hot potato
Tryna’ cancel me on twitter
But got limits on ya’ data
Tell the engineer to turn me all the way up on the faders
Because everything I’m dropping hot as fuck like clumsy waiters

[Chorus: Yasiin Bey]
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Spirit, movin’ around, just movin’ around
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts
Spirit, yeah, that’s the king

Lil Yachty – Freestyle on Funk Flex Lyrics

Nigga, free Reese, free Nino
The world is mine like I’m Al Pacino
Got more money than a lil’ casino
Got caught fuckin’ on a bitch and her boyfriend walked in wearin’ full Chinos
Hopped out the back door, ran a four flat
That was like way back
Nowadays I just sit and laugh
Chopstick long as one giraffe
And I’m comin’ through, clear the whole path
Walked in the damn spot, it was all… team of niggas, fuck the whole staff
Goddamn, nigga, too playa
Why you hate? ‘Cause I’m too rare
Young nigga, I’m a fresh prince, coulda bought a crib out in Bel Air
Fuckin’ on a bitch from Delaware
$30,000 on a new coat, call PETA up, gon’ and soak it in
Tag still hangin’ from it, had it for a year and I ain’t even broke it in
Diamond choker so tight, tried to lift it up, shit did not go over chin
In the studio with Migo gang, everything we make is propane
Call ten bitches from the Blue Flame
Fuck ’em all, we ain’t even know their name
Front row at the ball game
Who that is dunkin’? Shit, that’s what’s his name
I don’t even fuckin’ watch sports but my backyard like a golf course
Niggas hatin’, on my dick and shit, I got more guns than a task force
When I talk, my voice kinda high
Niggas hatin’ usually sound kinda hoarse
My ex-bitch is built like a horse, she was 27, I was 19
Shawty there was a real stallion
But I ain’t trust her, feel like shawty there was wildin’
Young nigga, bitch, I’m QC, you can see this shit through the gold medallion
After this I’m out to Staten Island, got a young bitch, she be really stallin’
My young nigga tote a dirty K, I call him Dirty Dan, he’ll flip your van
Kick your door hard as Jackie Chan
Take your chain right up off your nightstand, lil’ nigga

Mike Stud – Big Man Lyrics

[Intro]
This is what I wanted to do
This is what I wanted to do

[Verse]
She off white like Virgil, get good brain like Urkel
She loves Steve I’m certain, she loves me I’m certain
Circle tight like virgins, my crib like the circus
My room got no curtains, but I did that on purpose
Cause fuck the neighbors what I’m sayin’ while I’m fuckin’ ’em
I can fuck with everybody sayin’ fuck ’em
Fool me, I can’t change nothing, different day but it’s the same subject
Barely see the light of day, never leave the house, somehow it rains money
Yeah, got a late start but I’m aging well
I don’t play much but I play the well
I don’t take much but I take it well
You too straight, don’t chase the real, can’t chase the real
Ya, I’m tryna get it while I’m here but I’m fuckin’ (?) like I’m Dave Chappell
Well, spent last year in a lawn chair
It’s quite clear we belong here
Even my weed went Hollywood
With all these crystals and long hair
Can’t get broke, but I left rich
Now I’m out in Bel Air like I’m Fresh Prince
In 2017 got my numbers right
Got seven bathrooms and a 10 bitch

[Outro]
Big man on campus, big man on campus
Big man on campus, big man, big man
Big man on campus, yeah, big man on campus

Gunplay – On A Daily

[Hook: Gunplay]
Chain smokin’ in my chain. (Bang) (Aye)
Chain smokin’ in my chain. (Mang) (Aye)
I’m chain smokin’ in my chain
(I’m smokin’ man, I’m smokin’ man, I’m smokin’)

[Verse 1: Stalley]:
I be picking through the stickiest of greenery
28 grams on my Cuban link
Riding shirtless in the TransAm bumpin’ Cuban links
Cardies on my face, diamonds in my pinkie ring
Midwest nigga from the streets to the kitchen sink
Grape Swisher Sweets and a box of Middletons
I go straight to my connect, I don’t need a middle man
A zip of blue dream and platinum cookies
This is big dog smoke school, we don’t toke with rookies
And my jewels give you that 1989 feel
All solid 24k from david and will
4g out of real on my ’76 Seville
Ridin’ slow through the hills
I’m Beverly, one toke, two tokes
Got me feeling heavenly
Top down riding around chain smokin’
Chain pokin’ for all a y’all to see
And my nigga Gunplay tell em bring some more weed

[Hook: Gunplay]
Chain smokin’ in my chain. (Bang) (Aye)
Chain smokin’ in my chain. (Mang) (Aye)
I’m chain smokin’ in my chain
(I’m smokin’ man, I’m smokin’ man, I’m smokin’)

[Verse 2: Curren$y]:
Niggas try to sound like grime lipe [?]
Say they get high like the one in the bubblegum blue 52
Bel Air at the fair rollin gold shoes
Whole shoes fans fair
Very rare you find an ounce of this shit anywhere
Cuz you incredibly square
Nobody trust you, you actin like the feds
Smokin’ to my head
Cuz the one that I wanna pass the doobie to dead
My momma and my girlfriend scared, cuz I be outside
But don’t worry baby, I know how to play it
Watching while I’m blazin’, all my jury on
OG in the bomb space station, home basis
From the club to the fool spot
We all racing, we got paper
We all make it fast as we can spend it
Take a new hundred, roll that weed in it

[Hook: Gunplay]
Chain smokin’ in my chain. (Bang) (Aye)
Chain smokin’ in my chain. (Mang) (Aye)
I’m chain smokin’ in my chain
(I’m smokin’ man, I’m smokin’ man, I’m smokin’)

[Verse 3: Gunplay]:
Countin’ tokens, chain smokin’
In a seven-trey Chevrolet, everyday chokin’
And the paint like white cocaine
My dog say match when I’m like "okay"
Fresh paper, raw paper
Trippy stick, kush or
The color syrup maple
All vapor
To the crib, this bad bitch
I’m gon’ take her, then wife her, then break up
Leather seats
My swisher forever sweet
Fresh off probation let’s celebr-eat
They be tardy for the party but I’m never late
Put the fire to the tip ’til I levitate
Four strands, loud as four bands
Tryna hold smoke, she tryna hold hands
This shit fire like I’m rolling up a sun
On a back to back run
Coughing up a lung

[Hook: Gunplay]
Chain smokin’ in my chain. (Bang) (Aye)
Chain smokin’ in my chain. (Mang) (Aye)
I’m chain smokin’ in my chain
(I’m smokin’ man, I’m smokin’ man, I’m smokin’)

LOGIC – Mos Definitely (Everybody Deluxe Album)

[Verse 1]
I don’t know what I’ma do
I don’t know where I’ma live
‘Cause it feel like I ain’t got nothing give
Just wanna follow my dreams
Just wanna follow my heart
But the world wanna tear me apart right from start
Everything I ever wanted, it ain’t what I thought
Bring it back to the roots like my name Black Thought
This shit right here, no it can’t be taught
Gotta be learned, it gotta be earned
I ain’t got a pocket full of money but I’m full of hope
I don’t wanna rob people, I don’t wanna push dope
I just wanna live, I just wanna maintain
Like a bullet to the brain
Gotta play the game like a chess board
If yah wanna go to war, gotta bring yah best sword
I feel like I’m going crazy, like I need a psych ward
Think my mind playing tricks on me like a Geto Boy
Feel like I need to murder ’em in the moment I deploy
Everybody, anybody, somebody fill the void, somebody fill the void
Listen, I don’t wanna work a job, motherfuck a 9 to 5
Every time I get a check, what I really get? Robbed
Livin in America, this shit is a facade
But you gotta push through and persevere, word to God
Tryna find a home, but I can’t afford a home
‘Cause I’m 25 and owe a hunnid grand in student loans
Tryna get healthcare, but I’m on welfare
Man I swear to god, I wish I was living in Bel Air
Fuck Medicaid, I just wanna get paid
Wit’ a couple bad bitches at the crib, gettin’ laid
That’s what I’m taught by the media
Television tellin’ my vision to get greedier
Come now everybody stay tune like T-Pain
Operate the drive in yah mind like a keychain
Come now folk, get woke, stay woke
‘Cause the white man want the black man stay broke
Fuck that, I’m finna buck back
But not wit bullets, I’ma use my education to the fullest
I’ma get out of debt, I’ma reset
I’ma get out of debt, I’ma reset
Do whatever you gotta do whenever to live
But you gotta remember to give back when you get that When you finally get to the top and you hit that pinnacle
I ain’t being cynical, I’m just being real
I believe that everybody feel, everybody feel, listen up Everybody over here
I promise to God on everything it ain’t nothing to fear Anybody that can hear, just fight
Fight for the right
Fight for ya life
Fight for what you believe is right
Fight for what you believe is right
Everybody fight
Everybody fight
Matter fact, everybody beautiful
But right, what now I need

[Outro]
Black people: to just fight, fight for ya right fight, for ya life Black people: just fight, fight for ya life!
Black people: are beautiful, incredible, amazing
Black people: intelligent, so elegant, it’s crazy
Black people: sit back, just love, and adore
Black people: one thing, that I, can be sure
Black people: are beautiful, amazing, incredible
Black people: are beautiful, amazing, incredible
Black people: get up, get up, get up, get up
Black people: get up, get up, get up, get up
Black people: get up, get up, get up, get up
Black people: get up, get up, get up, get up
Come on, get up, everybody, everybody
Black people: get up, get up, get up, get up Black people
Come on, get up, everybody, everybody
Black people: get up, get up, get up, get up Black people
Come on, get up, everybody, everybody
Black people: get up, get up, get up, get up Black people
Come on, get up, everybody, everybody
Black people: get up, get up, get up, get up Black people
Come on, get up, everybody, everybody
Black people: get up, get up, get up, get up Black people
Come on, get up, everybody, everybody
Black people: get up, get up, get up, get up Black people
Come on, get up, everybody, everybody
Black people: get up, get up, get up, get up Black people
Come on, get up, everybody, everybody
Black people: get up, get up, get up, get up Black people
Come on, get up, everybody, everybody
Black people: get up, get up, get up, get up Black people
Come on, get up, everybody, everybody
Black people: get up, get up, get up, get up Black people
Everybody, everybody Black people!