The Winners Circle - Right Now lyrics
rate meThe competition you can’t beat
City to guard, chop around and don’t see
As well as me, crude delivering the heat
You didn’t know it was TWC
We got city for a record
And … as a weapon
Your … resting right now
Right now, motherfucker
Right now
We put it down, motherfucker
Right now
Right now motherfucker
Right now
We put it in, we put it in, we put it in
Hey yo, my crew could spit fire
Scolding on a beach so I’m passing on the torch
Yo, I’m throwing, holding heat
Like I threw away my burner and I’m selling off my scoots, too
Before I sell this last pair, I’ll beat you with a granny shoe
These little haters remind me of refrigerators
Way they holding on a beef, I remind you of who the greatest
I’m the product of a dope music and a rock music
Now I’m making dope music so the kids can rock to it
I’m the only elaborate that can spit without the blabbering
The bars are magic, abracadabra, I’m out the labyrinth
I mastered, it, Proof said that every session sent
Never need a fixing, it’s perfection till the end
As I tell how I feel about these rappers through these last bars
Expensive dummies truly fit to crash cars
TWC is trouble, you see, making other rappers cruise with like us WV
We got city for a record
And … as a weapon
Your … resting right now
Right now, motherfucker
Right now
We put it down, motherfucker
Right now
Right now motherfucker
Right now
We put it in, we put it in, we put it in
Was raised on capital punishment, now I’m on some other shit
My raps tell a story of cats that I’m in the gutter with
Young, black hustling, city, down for omega
Brought me haters, young and who you think you fucking with
I’m sidelining who hot rhyming, let’s get it right, I’ll trash you
Them niggas gas you like you getting ice
Was in the lab summer after summer with this hunger going hard
You lil’ niggas was getting light
In ’99 had like 99 rhymes, I was then some with the pencil, killing 99 times
Right now
My competition was never there, born vet, you wasn’t born yet, it was never fair
This for my ghost fiends killing niggas influenced by jigga nigga
We’ll find you some iller niggas
I told ‘em I’m the one without a reason to doubt
I’m illmatic till I’m done
We got city for a record
And … as a weapon
Your … resting right now
Right now, motherfucker
Right now
We put it down, motherfucker
Right now
Right now motherfucker
Right now
We put it in, we put it in, we put it in
Pick up the pace, I’m running this race
Running the way while you niggas is running in place
Pace, the lessons he’s learned and await
Helped shape him into the savage you fucking today
Say, he’s something that you niggas ain’t
Trace others, the martyrs, they claiming their pain
Pictures vivid as I, you can tell if they fake
Frauds, you applaud them for living this way
Praise them for claiming they something they ain’t
Run away with it, they laughing they way to the bank
Waste, it’s what they defecate out they face
Shit talking, your substance is flushing away
Yeah, not like they had it in the first place
First tape so disrespectful my Steven A
Grade A with the wordplay, gonna be your worst day
One life, one trip, one way
We got city for a record
And … as a weapon
Your … resting right now
Right now, motherfucker
Right now
We put it down, motherfucker
Right now
Right now motherfucker
Right now
We put it in, we put it in, we put it in
