Murs, 9th Wonder, The Soul Council, Reuben Vincent, Rapsody - High Noon lyrics
[Murs, 9th Wonder, The Soul Council, Reuben Vincent, Rapsody - High Noon lyrics]
I can't hear myself, Rue, oh
I can't hear myself over all
Those waves on your head
And then when you nod your
Head, it make it worse, nigga
Oh shit, yo
Two of the best emcees standing
Cold branding
These All-Star checks I'm spending
I'm Diddy dancing
Without the shiny suit's, though
Your new favorite duo
Had a Gucci on the floor
I left the Versace for Reuno
And who knows the next time
You'll see niggas connect rhymes?
You'll have to birth the second coming
Like 9th on the bassline
Turn to shoot, no seconds left
Don't have to look, you know it's wet
When I'm on my LA shit like
Bronny beatin' on his chest
Mamba shit, all kind of shit
My bars be like Obama lit
I rhyme with no recognizance
The flow is stream of consciousness
From continent to continent
Combining vowels with consonants
We crushing competition that be claiming
They can conquer this
Yeah, I'm doing more sets like Alanis did
Mama said, "If you don't use nothin' else
Use your common sense"
It last longer if you talkin'
On some honest shit (True)
That's the kind of flow that's gon'
Make you more than iconic, bitch
The sun shine and I'm getting to the paper
I'm on the grind and I'm tryna get my cake up
Ayy, all day I'm feelin' gangster
Ayy, all day I'm feelin' gangster
I wake up and I gotta thank my maker
I got a shot but I'd rather take the layup
Ayy, all day I'm feelin' gangster
Ayy, all day I'm feelin' gangster
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, high noon on these niggas
It's like I might as well be
From the moon on these niggas
It's in a whole different world
Like shrooms on these niggas
No mask, but I'm gassin' like
DOOM on these niggas, yeah
Now all the white kids can sing along
But don't forget the privilege and the
Baggage that you bring along, yeah
It's one time for the culture
I'm only tryna teach you
I'm not tryin' to insult you
Poor righteous teacher
Five percent of the masses
I remember reading Doctor York
Books in them classes
Somewhat smarter than the average black
Kid when I rap, kid
Rhyming while applying friend science
Like I'm Astrid
Yeah, from the curb but I'm still a nerd
Without a master
Still a master of the written word
Don't get it twisted
I'm still getting to the money
Young, black, and gangster
Steady spittin' at you dummies
The sun shine and I'm getting to the paper
I'm on the grind and I'm tryna get my cake up
Ayy, all day I'm feelin' gangster
Ayy, all day I'm feelin' gangster
I wake up and I gotta thank my maker
I got a shot but I'd rather take the layup
Ayy, all day I'm feelin' gangster
Ayy, all day I'm feelin' gangster
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, I feel like Big Meech
Birdman hands, look like big geese
Put up the sneakers for some field cleats
I been tryna run the game with sixteen
No Bad Boy, but Diddy got a big team
How many jeans? Five
But still ride the big wings
Rap went commercial
While y'all livin' on commercial dreams
Thirty seconds or less
While my life for the big screen
Long format, Shaq on the back of a Yao Ming
I'm like Larry Hoover maneuvering
To some Al Green
Gangster worldwide and underground
That's danger i'm tryna get the bag, lady
Without havin' to sing it
I ain't no Crip, no Blood
Don't twist my fingers
I rep two-five, I got two sides like pill
If you talkin' 'bout us
Just know you gon' meet Quill
I can do it like the legends
Or do it like lil' Lils
Middle child syndrome, I got into rap kill
I could take a layup
But I'd rather shoot it like Pill Curry
I call that gangster, nigga, been in no hurry
Since I came in the game
Last bar is a freestyle
Motherfucker, you ain't know that rap
Been the golden child, hah
The sun shine and I'm getting to the paper
I'm on the grind and I'm tryna get my cake up
Ayy, all day I'm feelin' gangster
Ayy, all day I'm feelin' gangster
I wake up and I gotta thank my maker
I got a shot but I'd rather take the layup
Ayy, all day I'm feelin' gangster
Ayy, all day I'm feelin' gangster
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I can't hear myself over all
Those waves on your head
And then when you nod your
Head, it make it worse, nigga
Oh shit, yo
Two of the best emcees standing
Cold branding
These All-Star checks I'm spending
I'm Diddy dancing
Without the shiny suit's, though
Your new favorite duo
Had a Gucci on the floor
I left the Versace for Reuno
And who knows the next time
You'll see niggas connect rhymes?
You'll have to birth the second coming
Like 9th on the bassline
Turn to shoot, no seconds left
Don't have to look, you know it's wet
When I'm on my LA shit like
Bronny beatin' on his chest
Mamba shit, all kind of shit
My bars be like Obama lit
I rhyme with no recognizance
The flow is stream of consciousness
From continent to continent
Combining vowels with consonants
We crushing competition that be claiming
They can conquer this
Yeah, I'm doing more sets like Alanis did
Mama said, "If you don't use nothin' else
Use your common sense"
It last longer if you talkin'
On some honest shit (True)
That's the kind of flow that's gon'
Make you more than iconic, bitch
The sun shine and I'm getting to the paper
I'm on the grind and I'm tryna get my cake up
Ayy, all day I'm feelin' gangster
Ayy, all day I'm feelin' gangster
I wake up and I gotta thank my maker
I got a shot but I'd rather take the layup
Ayy, all day I'm feelin' gangster
Ayy, all day I'm feelin' gangster
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, high noon on these niggas
It's like I might as well be
From the moon on these niggas
It's in a whole different world
Like shrooms on these niggas
No mask, but I'm gassin' like
DOOM on these niggas, yeah
Now all the white kids can sing along
But don't forget the privilege and the
Baggage that you bring along, yeah
It's one time for the culture
I'm only tryna teach you
I'm not tryin' to insult you
Poor righteous teacher
Five percent of the masses
I remember reading Doctor York
Books in them classes
Somewhat smarter than the average black
Kid when I rap, kid
Rhyming while applying friend science
Like I'm Astrid
Yeah, from the curb but I'm still a nerd
Without a master
Still a master of the written word
Don't get it twisted
I'm still getting to the money
Young, black, and gangster
Steady spittin' at you dummies
The sun shine and I'm getting to the paper
I'm on the grind and I'm tryna get my cake up
Ayy, all day I'm feelin' gangster
Ayy, all day I'm feelin' gangster
I wake up and I gotta thank my maker
I got a shot but I'd rather take the layup
Ayy, all day I'm feelin' gangster
Ayy, all day I'm feelin' gangster
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, I feel like Big Meech
Birdman hands, look like big geese
Put up the sneakers for some field cleats
I been tryna run the game with sixteen
No Bad Boy, but Diddy got a big team
How many jeans? Five
But still ride the big wings
Rap went commercial
While y'all livin' on commercial dreams
Thirty seconds or less
While my life for the big screen
Long format, Shaq on the back of a Yao Ming
I'm like Larry Hoover maneuvering
To some Al Green
Gangster worldwide and underground
That's danger i'm tryna get the bag, lady
Without havin' to sing it
I ain't no Crip, no Blood
Don't twist my fingers
I rep two-five, I got two sides like pill
If you talkin' 'bout us
Just know you gon' meet Quill
I can do it like the legends
Or do it like lil' Lils
Middle child syndrome, I got into rap kill
I could take a layup
But I'd rather shoot it like Pill Curry
I call that gangster, nigga, been in no hurry
Since I came in the game
Last bar is a freestyle
Motherfucker, you ain't know that rap
Been the golden child, hah
The sun shine and I'm getting to the paper
I'm on the grind and I'm tryna get my cake up
Ayy, all day I'm feelin' gangster
Ayy, all day I'm feelin' gangster
I wake up and I gotta thank my maker
I got a shot but I'd rather take the layup
Ayy, all day I'm feelin' gangster
Ayy, all day I'm feelin' gangster
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy