http://soundcloud.com/silver-t/silver-t-cuff-up-police
I´m switching my styles like P, settles scores
With the methaphore try to shoot this medal trough the core
Getting better raw like beef cuff up police
The streets is still singing
Break it down as a hiphopdancer on a floor
Till I level with yours, tackle you oncourse
Wrap up like mexican move trough ya second mans
Backhand, crash like cars, taking a nap
Im stuck on the Dutch, pause my lunch
For a few hits, weed got me searching for a new chic
The best is still coming be back like schwarzenegger
My influence is fluently, armed like octopus
Optimus, hawk on my chest, high currently
Writing clouds out of my head my lifes hurting me
Smoke cuz I choke out get smoked out
Thrown out the house I don´t got my own couch
Got my light blown out, used to the dark
Refused to fuse music with amuse in a gun
Used in a gun abused by none catch a black attack,
Neglect technic facts
I´m switching my styles like P, settles scores
With the methaphore try to shoot this medal trough the core
Getting better raw like beef cuff up police
The streets is still singing
Smoking a sig everything get blown into bits
As your personel computer, working on manouvres
As Nescar my rap´s hard, life´s a circle
Work around the clock, words about the glock
Shirt showing muscles, I spit bars
As prisoners no listeners, tune in Im whispering
Like twins my Ying Yang is black music act stupid
Fool my tools ´s loot Im getting back to it
You turn ya back to it, this is the aftermath
Act like crap we turn back to back
My chills are cold fever I sniffed like snow fever
My list of soul music, spit trough producers
I call shotgun this is double barrel
As Torea, moving it pushing it trough the doorway
Fire Im no lyer you dying im cold Ice
My mic is blowing up hold tight
I´m switching my styles like P, settles scores
With the methaphore try to shoot this medal trough the core
Getting better raw like beef cuff up police
The streets is still singing
P'z
I´m switching my styles like P, settles scores
With the methaphore try to shoot this medal trough the core
Getting better raw like beef cuff up police
The streets is still singing
Break it down as a hiphopdancer on a floor
Till I level with yours, tackle you oncourse
Wrap up like mexican move trough ya second mans
Backhand, crash like cars, taking a nap
Im stuck on the Dutch, pause my lunch
For a few hits, weed got me searching for a new chic
The best is still coming be back like schwarzenegger
My influence is fluently, armed like octopus
Optimus, hawk on my chest, high currently
Writing clouds out of my head my lifes hurting me
Smoke cuz I choke out get smoked out
Thrown out the house I don´t got my own couch
Got my light blown out, used to the dark
Refused to fuse music with amuse in a gun
Used in a gun abused by none catch a black attack,
Neglect technic facts
I´m switching my styles like P, settles scores
With the methaphore try to shoot this medal trough the core
Getting better raw like beef cuff up police
The streets is still singing
Smoking a sig everything get blown into bits
As your personel computer, working on manouvres
As Nescar my rap´s hard, life´s a circle
Work around the clock, words about the glock
Shirt showing muscles, I spit bars
As prisoners no listeners, tune in Im whispering
Like twins my Ying Yang is black music act stupid
Fool my tools ´s loot Im getting back to it
You turn ya back to it, this is the aftermath
Act like crap we turn back to back
My chills are cold fever I sniffed like snow fever
My list of soul music, spit trough producers
I call shotgun this is double barrel
As Torea, moving it pushing it trough the doorway
Fire Im no lyer you dying im cold Ice
My mic is blowing up hold tight
I´m switching my styles like P, settles scores
With the methaphore try to shoot this medal trough the core
Getting better raw like beef cuff up police
The streets is still singing
P'z