Tony Touch, Agallah - Adolf “8-Off” Agahar (Interlude ) lyrics
[Tony Touch, Agallah - Adolf “8-Off” Agahar Interlude lyrics]
Feelin kinda tense and angry
Gotta let out my frustration y'know?
Yeah yeah, BK agi, yo yo
I'm CHARGED! You phony-ass
Platinum rap stars
CHARGIN! Niggas ain't givin back
Thinkin they large
I'm CHARGIN! Niggas spin bullshit
Thinkin they Gods
I'm CHARGED! I got the gat on alla y'all
I'm CHARGED!
The high adrenaline, rap veteran
Rap better than
Fuck you and your album in the
Stores the shit is sellin in
I blow shit, cast a rock too
Plus a Glock too
Fuck a bitch I let her suck your cock too
Do what you go to
Man I turn the dial pump the
Volume I'm about to wild soon
Flippin up a style for these
Heads like Vi dal Sassoon
I smoke mad boom, suckin chronic
Like a vacumn
Make fuckin deals outside the club bathroom
Cork champagne like your, stomach's immune
I'm in the room behind the bookshelf
Where the cards get dealt
Transactions, money business along
With heavy action
Big spenders cash give us REAL satisfaction
Man I, make beats and rhymes it's
Sorta like a threat my shit is
Takin off so I'm sorta like a jet
My rhymes burn niggas like gas
Inside of a Corvette
Do the three-sixty spin, and all that shit
The beast rip the stones of the
Watch what you call that kid?
Bezel - yeah my level, is all that kid
Plus a rebel don't
Make me have to push in your wig
They did it to BIG - them
Niggas from New York can't live
Unless you smackin em down, backin em down
Back in your town
With the forty-four, mac and a pound
Blastin rounds snatchin your crown
It's time to start passin it down
It ain't nuttin like a, lick of mega ice
Holdin it down you rollin for now? Me and
Tone'll pull out your file
You notice the style
None of y'all goin the mile
I'm goin your pow
Flip verses to show em it's wild
Niggas don't wanna step in the ring
They just throw in the towel
Matter of fact I'm the
Opposite meanin of trash
Just copped a brand new 6
And I'm leanin on the dash
No longer fiendin for the cash
Park a whip, ride a bike on your ass
Stop the show and grab the mic on your ass
With my nigga Tony Touch
On the 1 and 2 Technics
Taino indian cats, shinin, as we speak
The terminology of the logic
It's all psychologic
Man, I think you cornball rappers is garbage
And I'm charged!
Gotta let out my frustration y'know?
Yeah yeah, BK agi, yo yo
I'm CHARGED! You phony-ass
Platinum rap stars
CHARGIN! Niggas ain't givin back
Thinkin they large
I'm CHARGIN! Niggas spin bullshit
Thinkin they Gods
I'm CHARGED! I got the gat on alla y'all
I'm CHARGED!
The high adrenaline, rap veteran
Rap better than
Fuck you and your album in the
Stores the shit is sellin in
I blow shit, cast a rock too
Plus a Glock too
Fuck a bitch I let her suck your cock too
Do what you go to
Man I turn the dial pump the
Volume I'm about to wild soon
Flippin up a style for these
Heads like Vi dal Sassoon
I smoke mad boom, suckin chronic
Like a vacumn
Make fuckin deals outside the club bathroom
Cork champagne like your, stomach's immune
I'm in the room behind the bookshelf
Where the cards get dealt
Transactions, money business along
With heavy action
Big spenders cash give us REAL satisfaction
Man I, make beats and rhymes it's
Sorta like a threat my shit is
Takin off so I'm sorta like a jet
My rhymes burn niggas like gas
Inside of a Corvette
Do the three-sixty spin, and all that shit
The beast rip the stones of the
Watch what you call that kid?
Bezel - yeah my level, is all that kid
Plus a rebel don't
Make me have to push in your wig
They did it to BIG - them
Niggas from New York can't live
Unless you smackin em down, backin em down
Back in your town
With the forty-four, mac and a pound
Blastin rounds snatchin your crown
It's time to start passin it down
It ain't nuttin like a, lick of mega ice
Holdin it down you rollin for now? Me and
Tone'll pull out your file
You notice the style
None of y'all goin the mile
I'm goin your pow
Flip verses to show em it's wild
Niggas don't wanna step in the ring
They just throw in the towel
Matter of fact I'm the
Opposite meanin of trash
Just copped a brand new 6
And I'm leanin on the dash
No longer fiendin for the cash
Park a whip, ride a bike on your ass
Stop the show and grab the mic on your ass
With my nigga Tony Touch
On the 1 and 2 Technics
Taino indian cats, shinin, as we speak
The terminology of the logic
It's all psychologic
Man, I think you cornball rappers is garbage
And I'm charged!