Authentic 歌词
| 歌曲 | Authentic |
| 歌手 | Blacastan |
| 歌手 | Stu Bangas |
| 专辑 | Watson & Holmes |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Stuart Hudgins | |
| [Verse 1: Blacastan] | |
| Graffitti on the wall like hieroglyphics in the hallway | |
| Jakes watching the traffic we in and out all day | |
| Scholars in the streets, **** a bachelor's degree | |
| It's either rap or playing ball or putting spatulas to keys | |
| When it's all said and one I'm trying to touch another G | |
| So far from a milli how could this ever be | |
| Put my name up on that billy when your touring overseas | |
| Rats and snakes in the streets they be warring over cheese | |
| For the temporary shine I'm trying to permanently glow | |
| Leave my name marked in history before it ever go | |
| Pressing hard on that looseleaf and pray a nigga blow | |
| It's easy to get life on a single trigger blow | |
| Stay focused, walk straight, master your high | |
| If you fall pick yourself up give another try | |
| Cause this life is a dirty game filled with deceit | |
| I'm at war with the enemy but never retreat | |
| [Hook] | |
| Hands up for the fallen soldiers and the single mothers | |
| And the deadbeats who turn they backs and claim they love 'em | |
| For the struggling streets, for the love of my peops | |
| Hold your heads up, dry your tears and never weep | |
| (x2) | |
| It's authentic | |
| [Verse 2: Esoteric] | |
| I'm trying to make a mark, trying to leave a dent | |
| Trying to represent, circumvent, let them play the malcontent | |
| I'm fully in my zone, I powered down the phone | |
| I let the mental roam, I'm better off alone | |
| Life is crazy, life is nuts, life is blood and guts | |
| Life is what you make it, life is making it out of ruts | |
| And me and Blac we choke out the snakes that are breaking trust | |
| They ain't effecting us, they hate makes them combust | |
| Their mouths are working while their brain it is collecting dust | |
| They used to getting free rides so they scared of us | |
| Any way you want it take the meaning, I could mean a gun | |
| A mean MC it'll mean self expression as a human being | |
| And I ain't bitter but I'm passed the good guy stage | |
| Sick of reaching for these stars from a foot high stage | |
| Cause life's a dirty game and it's filled with deceit | |
| I'm at war with the enemy but never retreat | |
| Hands up | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3: Planetary] | |
| It's authentic, I only do dirt in the cars rented | |
| That's all tinted, when I spit bars I'm off limits | |
| All vintage, new shit sounds ****ing ridiculous | |
| Bad mixes, pray to the three sixes it fixes | |
| Rosaries and some crucifixes, I need assistance | |
| Booming systems, if I cock back I won't miss 'em | |
| My only mission to serve and protect those who listen | |
| Stop bitching you want it to change to lose vision | |
| I Ruth Chris 'em but I'd rather pay for a new kitchen | |
| Invest these rhymes and just sleep in the booth spittin' | |
| Who the **** are you shitting? I'm a beast with it | |
| Leave with your teeth missing that's the way that we hit 'em | |
| I'm a pharoah engineer, send 'em to the afterlife | |
| Stage full of acolytes, mother****er pass the mic | |
| Passionate passion of Christ, I'm your savior | |
| Army shit, armed from Oregon to Arcadia |
| zuo qu : Stuart Hudgins | |
| Verse 1: Blacastan | |
| Graffitti on the wall like hieroglyphics in the hallway | |
| Jakes watching the traffic we in and out all day | |
| Scholars in the streets, a bachelor' s degree | |
| It' s either rap or playing ball or putting spatulas to keys | |
| When it' s all said and one I' m trying to touch another G | |
| So far from a milli how could this ever be | |
| Put my name up on that billy when your touring overseas | |
| Rats and snakes in the streets they be warring over cheese | |
| For the temporary shine I' m trying to permanently glow | |
| Leave my name marked in history before it ever go | |
| Pressing hard on that looseleaf and pray a nigga blow | |
| It' s easy to get life on a single trigger blow | |
| Stay focused, walk straight, master your high | |
| If you fall pick yourself up give another try | |
| Cause this life is a dirty game filled with deceit | |
| I' m at war with the enemy but never retreat | |
| Hook | |
| Hands up for the fallen soldiers and the single mothers | |
| And the deadbeats who turn they backs and claim they love ' em | |
| For the struggling streets, for the love of my peops | |
| Hold your heads up, dry your tears and never weep | |
| x2 | |
| It' s authentic | |
| Verse 2: Esoteric | |
| I' m trying to make a mark, trying to leave a dent | |
| Trying to represent, circumvent, let them play the malcontent | |
| I' m fully in my zone, I powered down the phone | |
| I let the mental roam, I' m better off alone | |
| Life is crazy, life is nuts, life is blood and guts | |
| Life is what you make it, life is making it out of ruts | |
| And me and Blac we choke out the snakes that are breaking trust | |
| They ain' t effecting us, they hate makes them combust | |
| Their mouths are working while their brain it is collecting dust | |
| They used to getting free rides so they scared of us | |
| Any way you want it take the meaning, I could mean a gun | |
| A mean MC it' ll mean self expression as a human being | |
| And I ain' t bitter but I' m passed the good guy stage | |
| Sick of reaching for these stars from a foot high stage | |
| Cause life' s a dirty game and it' s filled with deceit | |
| I' m at war with the enemy but never retreat | |
| Hands up | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3: Planetary | |
| It' s authentic, I only do dirt in the cars rented | |
| That' s all tinted, when I spit bars I' m off limits | |
| All vintage, new shit sounds ing ridiculous | |
| Bad mixes, pray to the three sixes it fixes | |
| Rosaries and some crucifixes, I need assistance | |
| Booming systems, if I cock back I won' t miss ' em | |
| My only mission to serve and protect those who listen | |
| Stop bitching you want it to change to lose vision | |
| I Ruth Chris ' em but I' d rather pay for a new kitchen | |
| Invest these rhymes and just sleep in the booth spittin' | |
| Who the are you shitting? I' m a beast with it | |
| Leave with your teeth missing that' s the way that we hit ' em | |
| I' m a pharoah engineer, send ' em to the afterlife | |
| Stage full of acolytes, mother er pass the mic | |
| Passionate passion of Christ, I' m your savior | |
| Army shit, armed from Oregon to Arcadia |
| zuò qǔ : Stuart Hudgins | |
| Verse 1: Blacastan | |
| Graffitti on the wall like hieroglyphics in the hallway | |
| Jakes watching the traffic we in and out all day | |
| Scholars in the streets, a bachelor' s degree | |
| It' s either rap or playing ball or putting spatulas to keys | |
| When it' s all said and one I' m trying to touch another G | |
| So far from a milli how could this ever be | |
| Put my name up on that billy when your touring overseas | |
| Rats and snakes in the streets they be warring over cheese | |
| For the temporary shine I' m trying to permanently glow | |
| Leave my name marked in history before it ever go | |
| Pressing hard on that looseleaf and pray a nigga blow | |
| It' s easy to get life on a single trigger blow | |
| Stay focused, walk straight, master your high | |
| If you fall pick yourself up give another try | |
| Cause this life is a dirty game filled with deceit | |
| I' m at war with the enemy but never retreat | |
| Hook | |
| Hands up for the fallen soldiers and the single mothers | |
| And the deadbeats who turn they backs and claim they love ' em | |
| For the struggling streets, for the love of my peops | |
| Hold your heads up, dry your tears and never weep | |
| x2 | |
| It' s authentic | |
| Verse 2: Esoteric | |
| I' m trying to make a mark, trying to leave a dent | |
| Trying to represent, circumvent, let them play the malcontent | |
| I' m fully in my zone, I powered down the phone | |
| I let the mental roam, I' m better off alone | |
| Life is crazy, life is nuts, life is blood and guts | |
| Life is what you make it, life is making it out of ruts | |
| And me and Blac we choke out the snakes that are breaking trust | |
| They ain' t effecting us, they hate makes them combust | |
| Their mouths are working while their brain it is collecting dust | |
| They used to getting free rides so they scared of us | |
| Any way you want it take the meaning, I could mean a gun | |
| A mean MC it' ll mean self expression as a human being | |
| And I ain' t bitter but I' m passed the good guy stage | |
| Sick of reaching for these stars from a foot high stage | |
| Cause life' s a dirty game and it' s filled with deceit | |
| I' m at war with the enemy but never retreat | |
| Hands up | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3: Planetary | |
| It' s authentic, I only do dirt in the cars rented | |
| That' s all tinted, when I spit bars I' m off limits | |
| All vintage, new shit sounds ing ridiculous | |
| Bad mixes, pray to the three sixes it fixes | |
| Rosaries and some crucifixes, I need assistance | |
| Booming systems, if I cock back I won' t miss ' em | |
| My only mission to serve and protect those who listen | |
| Stop bitching you want it to change to lose vision | |
| I Ruth Chris ' em but I' d rather pay for a new kitchen | |
| Invest these rhymes and just sleep in the booth spittin' | |
| Who the are you shitting? I' m a beast with it | |
| Leave with your teeth missing that' s the way that we hit ' em | |
| I' m a pharoah engineer, send ' em to the afterlife | |
| Stage full of acolytes, mother er pass the mic | |
| Passionate passion of Christ, I' m your savior | |
| Army shit, armed from Oregon to Arcadia |
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