The Ill Spoken - Bring It Onс lyrics

Alright, yeah
Do remember, look out for The Ill Spoken
(Dollar Bill, Beedie, Mac)
(The '08 smash hit) It's my shit right here
Best in the business, Rated R, Diggz (Yo)
How High: The Mixtape, motherfuckers
(Just let me get it, yo)

Spittin' clever bars
Come round like tetherball
Y'all forever soft, drop your jaw when I
Spittin' clever bars
Come round like tetherball
Y'all forever soft, drop your jaw when I
Spittin' clever bars
Come round like tеtherball
Y'all forever soft
Drop your jaw whеn I let it off
I'ma rise, man, I speak my thoughts
Don't wanna come around the city
(Hold on, hold on, hold on)


(One more time, bring it back)
Spittin' clever bars
Come round like tetherball
Y'all forever soft
Drop your jaw when I let it off
I'ma rise, man, I speak my thoughts
Don't wanna come around the city
When the street gets dark (Uh, uh)
I'ma crack the Dutch, grind the piff
Pocket full of spliffs that make ya shit lift
(Damn) i'ma grind, man, I get it for weeks
I got this girl at the crib
And she grippin' the sheets
Yeah, I just lay back and puff the L
Steel Ill City, boy, don't give a fuck
For real yeah, I got a pen, a pad
A packet full of packed piff
Get ya ass hit with my fast, quick tactics
Ya didn't know? Well, shit, need to ask
Bitch got my man Beedie and Mac
Poppin' on that piff
Just let me kick a couple back on the track
Shit, we blessed on the mic, the '08
The smash hit (yeah, uh)

(yeah) They wanna hate us while we on
But second that we gone
Same haters sing along (Sing along)
(yeah) They love the way we make a song
Copy all my flows, tell them hoes
"Bring it on" (Bring it on)
(yeah) They wanna hate us while we on
But second that we gone
Same haters sing along (Sing along)
(Uh) They love the way we make a song
I'm cocky with my flows, tell them hoes
"Bring it on" (Bitch, tell 'em)

Bring it on
(What?) , no need to introduce myself
We comin' through in the booth
We reducin' health real truth
Knock the tooth out the back of your skull
I finish cats and they raps
Then I'm snatchin' ya soul (Haha)
Backpackin' rap faggots, man
I'm smackin' ya dome writin' poems? Man
I write shit that shatter ya bones
Listen, you phony sand, you holdin'
You got cold feet
No beat, shit'll slow you down like codeine
(Haha) i rock with my own team
That's the triple E's hittin' trees
Bigger school to fish than the frickin' sea
So get with me if you
Tryna get your money right
Fuck around, I'ma crack ya egg
Cook it sunny side
And while you're playin' grab-ass with the DJ
I'm cruisin' in the whip, bumpin' Beedie
"Instant Replay"
This is D-Day, you'll get your ass kicked
This is the classics
You bastards get Saran wrapped in plastic
What?

(yeah) They wanna hate us while we on (Yup)
But second that we gone
Same haters sing along (Sing along)
(yeah) They love the way we make a song
Copy all my flows, tell them hoes
"Bring it on" (Bring it on)
(yeah) They wanna hate us while we on
But second that we gone
Same haters sing along (Sing along)
(Uh) They love the way we make a song
I'm cocky with my flows, tell them hoes
"Bring it " (Yo)

Hidin' out, let me kick a anecdote (Yup)
Blow trees
Y'all cowards can't stand the smoke
So you choke, spit poison, no antidote
So basically we ain't ya
Every day standard folk (Nope)
And all that bullshit you talkin'?
Need to can it, bro
(Ha) 'Cause, I'll relieve your whole body
Of it's hands and toes outstandin' flow
Am a pro so I juggle with cons
Hustlin' bombs
You can find me makin' love with your mom
And it really ain't the time
To be messin' with me
'Cause you ain't know what I'm destined to be
And you'll get schooled by
Every lesson I teach
The way I bless on these beats
Is similar to ya mans havin' sex with a freak
(Haha)
Ya washed up, now the vultures will eat
Hear 'em creep, find you in your room asleep
Dreamin' deep in the sheets
I ain't sleepin' in weeks
Stayin' eatin' these beats
Ya hidin', I'm just waitin' to seek
(With the heat) so put this song on repeat
They sing along in the streets
And tip ya waiters, everybody's gotta eat
(There ya go) so put this song on repeat
They sing along in the streets
And tip ya waiters, everybody's gotta eat
(Aight, peace)

(yeah) They wanna hate us while we on
But second that we gone
Same haters sing along (Sing along)
(yeah) They love the way we make a song
Copy all my flows, tell them hoes
"Bring it on" (Bring it on)
(yeah) They wanna hate us while we on
But second that we gone
Same haters sing along (Sing along)
(Uh) They love the way we make a song
I'm cocky with my flows, tell them hoes
"Bring it on" (Tell 'em)

Yeah (Can we get Wild Bill?) , motherfuckers
(Charlie) That's what it is
Dollar Bill, The Ill Spoken
(The whole Pittsburgh)
How High: The Mixtape (We in here)