Illy - Seven Nation Army lyrics
[Illy - Seven Nation Army lyrics]
Oh Shit illy, M-Phazes, Friday Flips #2
White strips, Seven Nation Army
Fuck you know Phazes is going
To kill this one
I had some shit written to this
I had to change it at the last minute
Pay homage to a legend
I don't mean any disrespect if I
Haven't done this well enough check it out
Fire up the DeLorean, hit the time warp
2012 Melbourne, 80's New York
Twist bottle tops, I don't pop corks
Mic is my tommy gun, pen is my sword
We could go to war, bum rush ya fort
Seven nation army couldn't hold
Us back with force
They all talk, so allow my retort
I do dirt but I don't get caught
Sell records but I won't be bought
Put that in your companies quarterly report
Kick raps till my voice is horse
Cool as a cucumber in a bowl of hot sauce
Rhyme reason and cause, I hold all cards
And to sucka emcee’s it's sabotage
Just put your hands up high
And hold your lighters to the sky
And would you please, make noise
This ones for the beastie boys
MCA RIP stay sucka free, I know it's all G
Cause, I’ma tell you like a rapper told me
We all intergalactic planetary
But we losing our idols, times up
Needle off the vinyl
Pray for an end a little less final
We seldom see timeless in this
Age of album cycles
Where bottom lines more vital
Than messages recited
They glamourise basic, for advertising space
And generations raised with televisions on
All the media portrayed with Chris Brown is
Basically you're able to hit women long
As you can sing a song
Mmm, nah, wrong, I ain’t having that
Young girls hear of whips and
Chains in Rihanna's trash
And tough guy rappers say if you
Ain’t a tough guy rapper
"You a faggot", Jesus caveman thanks for that
I’m fitting somewhere in the middle
Actually I’m to the side of it all
Cause all they trying to score
Points off of is talk
But listen to what their saying
No substance, no thought, both sides the same
You don't need to buy into it, or give a shit
Or think because it's in your face
You gotta be interested
You don't, fuck it, we all, choose
Cause while they profit, music loses
I was probably born a generation late
To the beastie boys party
But they still had a place
In my teenage life, so it's only right I pay
My respects
To a caliber we hardly find these days
So rest in peace to the late MCA
Not saying he's a prophet
But this next clips from '98
Fuck the gloss and lollipop shit
How many pop culture icons
Drop knowledge like this
White strips, Seven Nation Army
Fuck you know Phazes is going
To kill this one
I had some shit written to this
I had to change it at the last minute
Pay homage to a legend
I don't mean any disrespect if I
Haven't done this well enough check it out
Fire up the DeLorean, hit the time warp
2012 Melbourne, 80's New York
Twist bottle tops, I don't pop corks
Mic is my tommy gun, pen is my sword
We could go to war, bum rush ya fort
Seven nation army couldn't hold
Us back with force
They all talk, so allow my retort
I do dirt but I don't get caught
Sell records but I won't be bought
Put that in your companies quarterly report
Kick raps till my voice is horse
Cool as a cucumber in a bowl of hot sauce
Rhyme reason and cause, I hold all cards
And to sucka emcee’s it's sabotage
Just put your hands up high
And hold your lighters to the sky
And would you please, make noise
This ones for the beastie boys
MCA RIP stay sucka free, I know it's all G
Cause, I’ma tell you like a rapper told me
We all intergalactic planetary
But we losing our idols, times up
Needle off the vinyl
Pray for an end a little less final
We seldom see timeless in this
Age of album cycles
Where bottom lines more vital
Than messages recited
They glamourise basic, for advertising space
And generations raised with televisions on
All the media portrayed with Chris Brown is
Basically you're able to hit women long
As you can sing a song
Mmm, nah, wrong, I ain’t having that
Young girls hear of whips and
Chains in Rihanna's trash
And tough guy rappers say if you
Ain’t a tough guy rapper
"You a faggot", Jesus caveman thanks for that
I’m fitting somewhere in the middle
Actually I’m to the side of it all
Cause all they trying to score
Points off of is talk
But listen to what their saying
No substance, no thought, both sides the same
You don't need to buy into it, or give a shit
Or think because it's in your face
You gotta be interested
You don't, fuck it, we all, choose
Cause while they profit, music loses
I was probably born a generation late
To the beastie boys party
But they still had a place
In my teenage life, so it's only right I pay
My respects
To a caliber we hardly find these days
So rest in peace to the late MCA
Not saying he's a prophet
But this next clips from '98
Fuck the gloss and lollipop shit
How many pop culture icons
Drop knowledge like this