SLAINE - Who Are You? lyrics

rate me

Is this what you wanted? Shit. My style, I stand in front of it

I got a hundred kids spilling rum on ya bitch

Have you ever heard of a man holding a gun in his lips?

Have you ever heard of Slaine who got hundreds of clips?

Shooting his mouth off, drinking Smirnoff, chew your right arm off

I hope you're a southpaw, me and my outlaw, me and my MC

Hope I don't come back, bury me ten feet

Give me a drug track, I give me a bum rap

Come back drunk, hang you up with a thumbtack

But if I come back I'm a be the illest fiend

Take a shit load of pills and I'm a spill the beans

Sorta like a scene to be seen on your TV screen

A bad acid trip or a bastard dream

A face in the rain, the last to be seen

Four AM behind you at the cash machine

In other words this is the concerto of weirdos

You hear dough in your ear yo

In your whip keep the beer low

In the club put it up, blaze and raise your els up

Now everybody in this motherfucker get the hell up

Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?

I am Krumbsnatcher, I'm the gun clapper

Hitting you with one faster

Who is he? Who is he? Who is he?

I am Slaine with a backwards brain, know what I'm sayin?

So we gonna ride till the wheels fall off

Call your A&R's yo cause the deal's called off

We let it rain, let it rain, let it rain

We let it rain, let it rain, let it rain

Dawgs, you need to stop playing

Cause where I see you, that's the spot you'll be laying

This ain't no battle rap back and forth

This whenever I can catch you I'm a clap with force

Toss heats in backseats, skate off like I'm Gretzky

Watching your whole chest bubble up like it's Pepsi

Double up, let's see if y'all can test me

Cause Krumb come with guns that be blacker than Wesley

Yes he never gonna back down

Dawgy I clap rounds into your hype man in his back now

Smack down that bitch right in front of your face

Clap down that snitch right in front of them jakes

Not cosmetic or synthetic, I said it

When the pressure boil over you let it then get wetted

I'm not y'all dudes that front for the two

The knife will thrust and adjust your attitude

Much older, a chip on my shoulder

Something like a boulder, at ease young soldier

This my life, not A&R created or fabricated

Still standing while most hated

I never have to lose my breath over the track

With a hundred bar verses of the yikkidy yak

Know what I mean? Get my point across sixteen

Incredible Hulk, yeah, out for green

And make it seem so easy, off the heezy

Get greasy, dawgy please believe me