Rivers In The Basement Of Truth (feat. Napoleon De Legend, Lord Jessiah & DJ TMB)
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โฑ๏ธ 4:01 duration
๐ ID: 13123638
๐ Lyrics
Uh
Fergamo
Ali Muhammad
Coming through with perfect timing
I'm in my bag, started my day wrong
Drop the record, spelled my name wrong, get it right like a Sade song
Pour le vouz francaise they ask me on my tour
I'm out shining him like Richie in The Commodores
Think Savannah saw Rex causes sore next
The jealousy rot your insides like pork flesh
Back to Shorty with the short dress
She sent the short text
You tried 1000 times struck out like New York mets
I wrote the testament like Cormac Storm your set for elbow room
I need more space than a Mormon's bed
Cut the check for a meal
Don't need no more respect to member cash
Listen in the Portage head with Gorbachev, Napoleono kill Benny Blanco
Everything I touch sound right like it was mixed by Eddie Sancho
Uh Yeah
My flows make the fish drown
You know what I did to clowns
Roll with a nifty pound
And every sound I'm spitting rounds
The goal to make the cleanest dope
Bring the feens around
Witness my shining I glow from a distance now
Went from looking up to the man they look up too
The lab respect my Hells kitchen why I cook up food
Just like a demi earthquake bitch I shook up dudes
I used to drive around the hood with my swooped up goop
Going fishing like my white folks the urgency
I done been with cash money before currency
Got love for you if I ever give you a verse for free
Honestly you are yet to hear a weak verse from me
The heart is cold than Western Cape in July
This that heat that make your whole fucking clip fire
Before you burn the bridge make sure you learn to fly
Stand the test of time
Weak niggas test and die
Word up
This Malcolm aiming out the window
No fuss giving
Where were you when we were struggle living?
Ducking and timing
Aiming and killing
Troubled waters running deep
I'm still swimming
Fish out of water
Poisonous harbour, all's giving
Stride by the author
As it was written
Your printers are awful
They all fiction
I'm feening to off you like palms itching
Porsche 9/11 edition
My force driven
Just when you infinite bitching
My swords digging
They look a gift horse in the mouth
It's all sickening
Hands cupping both of their ears
They won't listen
Blindfolds cover their eyes
You can't miss
Type of niggas switching their sides and their positions
Forced to collide with ammunition
So send the bloodhounds out to sniff them
Fergamo
Ali Muhammad
Coming through with perfect timing
I'm in my bag, started my day wrong
Drop the record, spelled my name wrong, get it right like a Sade song
Pour le vouz francaise they ask me on my tour
I'm out shining him like Richie in The Commodores
Think Savannah saw Rex causes sore next
The jealousy rot your insides like pork flesh
Back to Shorty with the short dress
She sent the short text
You tried 1000 times struck out like New York mets
I wrote the testament like Cormac Storm your set for elbow room
I need more space than a Mormon's bed
Cut the check for a meal
Don't need no more respect to member cash
Listen in the Portage head with Gorbachev, Napoleono kill Benny Blanco
Everything I touch sound right like it was mixed by Eddie Sancho
Uh Yeah
My flows make the fish drown
You know what I did to clowns
Roll with a nifty pound
And every sound I'm spitting rounds
The goal to make the cleanest dope
Bring the feens around
Witness my shining I glow from a distance now
Went from looking up to the man they look up too
The lab respect my Hells kitchen why I cook up food
Just like a demi earthquake bitch I shook up dudes
I used to drive around the hood with my swooped up goop
Going fishing like my white folks the urgency
I done been with cash money before currency
Got love for you if I ever give you a verse for free
Honestly you are yet to hear a weak verse from me
The heart is cold than Western Cape in July
This that heat that make your whole fucking clip fire
Before you burn the bridge make sure you learn to fly
Stand the test of time
Weak niggas test and die
Word up
This Malcolm aiming out the window
No fuss giving
Where were you when we were struggle living?
Ducking and timing
Aiming and killing
Troubled waters running deep
I'm still swimming
Fish out of water
Poisonous harbour, all's giving
Stride by the author
As it was written
Your printers are awful
They all fiction
I'm feening to off you like palms itching
Porsche 9/11 edition
My force driven
Just when you infinite bitching
My swords digging
They look a gift horse in the mouth
It's all sickening
Hands cupping both of their ears
They won't listen
Blindfolds cover their eyes
You can't miss
Type of niggas switching their sides and their positions
Forced to collide with ammunition
So send the bloodhounds out to sniff them
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.35] Uh
[00:03.65] Fergamo
[00:04.28] Ali Muhammad
[00:05.27] Coming through with perfect timing
[00:10.66] I'm in my bag, started my day wrong
[00:13.07] Drop the record, spelled my name wrong, get it right like a Sade song
[00:16.56] Pour le vouz francaise they ask me on my tour
[00:19.22] I'm out shining him like Richie in The Commodores
[00:22.41] Think Savannah saw Rex causes sore next
[00:25.45] The jealousy rot your insides like pork flesh
[00:27.84] Back to Shorty with the short dress
[00:29.08] She sent the short text
[00:30.85] You tried 1000 times struck out like New York mets
[00:33.59] I wrote the testament like Cormac Storm your set for elbow room
[00:35.72] I need more space than a Mormon's bed
[00:39.58] Cut the check for a meal
[00:41.03] Don't need no more respect to member cash
[00:43.18] Listen in the Portage head with Gorbachev, Napoleono kill Benny Blanco
[00:47.85] Everything I touch sound right like it was mixed by Eddie Sancho
[01:14.84] Uh Yeah
[01:16.57] My flows make the fish drown
[01:17.47] You know what I did to clowns
[01:18.45] Roll with a nifty pound
[01:19.66] And every sound I'm spitting rounds
[01:20.46] The goal to make the cleanest dope
[01:22.65] Bring the feens around
[01:23.56] Witness my shining I glow from a distance now
[01:25.92] Went from looking up to the man they look up too
[01:29.99] The lab respect my Hells kitchen why I cook up food
[01:31.23] Just like a demi earthquake bitch I shook up dudes
[01:35.05] I used to drive around the hood with my swooped up goop
[01:39.24] Going fishing like my white folks the urgency
[01:41.48] I done been with cash money before currency
[01:44.33] Got love for you if I ever give you a verse for free
[01:46.82] Honestly you are yet to hear a weak verse from me
[01:49.84] The heart is cold than Western Cape in July
[01:53.90] This that heat that make your whole fucking clip fire
[01:55.88] Before you burn the bridge make sure you learn to fly
[01:59.07] Stand the test of time
[01:59.82] Weak niggas test and die
[02:02.23] Word up
[02:30.72] This Malcolm aiming out the window
[02:32.01] No fuss giving
[02:33.29] Where were you when we were struggle living?
[02:35.31] Ducking and timing
[02:36.63] Aiming and killing
[02:38.57] Troubled waters running deep
[02:39.55] I'm still swimming
[02:40.63] Fish out of water
[02:42.43] Poisonous harbour, all's giving
[02:44.38] Stride by the author
[02:45.49] As it was written
[02:46.30] Your printers are awful
[02:48.53] They all fiction
[02:49.76] I'm feening to off you like palms itching
[02:52.56] Porsche 9/11 edition
[02:53.89] My force driven
[02:55.52] Just when you infinite bitching
[02:56.48] My swords digging
[02:58.08] They look a gift horse in the mouth
[02:59.56] It's all sickening
[03:01.73] Hands cupping both of their ears
[03:02.73] They won't listen
[03:03.54] Blindfolds cover their eyes
[03:05.27] You can't miss
[03:07.05] Type of niggas switching their sides and their positions
[03:10.49] Forced to collide with ammunition
[03:13.08] So send the bloodhounds out to sniff them
[03:17.93]
[00:03.65] Fergamo
[00:04.28] Ali Muhammad
[00:05.27] Coming through with perfect timing
[00:10.66] I'm in my bag, started my day wrong
[00:13.07] Drop the record, spelled my name wrong, get it right like a Sade song
[00:16.56] Pour le vouz francaise they ask me on my tour
[00:19.22] I'm out shining him like Richie in The Commodores
[00:22.41] Think Savannah saw Rex causes sore next
[00:25.45] The jealousy rot your insides like pork flesh
[00:27.84] Back to Shorty with the short dress
[00:29.08] She sent the short text
[00:30.85] You tried 1000 times struck out like New York mets
[00:33.59] I wrote the testament like Cormac Storm your set for elbow room
[00:35.72] I need more space than a Mormon's bed
[00:39.58] Cut the check for a meal
[00:41.03] Don't need no more respect to member cash
[00:43.18] Listen in the Portage head with Gorbachev, Napoleono kill Benny Blanco
[00:47.85] Everything I touch sound right like it was mixed by Eddie Sancho
[01:14.84] Uh Yeah
[01:16.57] My flows make the fish drown
[01:17.47] You know what I did to clowns
[01:18.45] Roll with a nifty pound
[01:19.66] And every sound I'm spitting rounds
[01:20.46] The goal to make the cleanest dope
[01:22.65] Bring the feens around
[01:23.56] Witness my shining I glow from a distance now
[01:25.92] Went from looking up to the man they look up too
[01:29.99] The lab respect my Hells kitchen why I cook up food
[01:31.23] Just like a demi earthquake bitch I shook up dudes
[01:35.05] I used to drive around the hood with my swooped up goop
[01:39.24] Going fishing like my white folks the urgency
[01:41.48] I done been with cash money before currency
[01:44.33] Got love for you if I ever give you a verse for free
[01:46.82] Honestly you are yet to hear a weak verse from me
[01:49.84] The heart is cold than Western Cape in July
[01:53.90] This that heat that make your whole fucking clip fire
[01:55.88] Before you burn the bridge make sure you learn to fly
[01:59.07] Stand the test of time
[01:59.82] Weak niggas test and die
[02:02.23] Word up
[02:30.72] This Malcolm aiming out the window
[02:32.01] No fuss giving
[02:33.29] Where were you when we were struggle living?
[02:35.31] Ducking and timing
[02:36.63] Aiming and killing
[02:38.57] Troubled waters running deep
[02:39.55] I'm still swimming
[02:40.63] Fish out of water
[02:42.43] Poisonous harbour, all's giving
[02:44.38] Stride by the author
[02:45.49] As it was written
[02:46.30] Your printers are awful
[02:48.53] They all fiction
[02:49.76] I'm feening to off you like palms itching
[02:52.56] Porsche 9/11 edition
[02:53.89] My force driven
[02:55.52] Just when you infinite bitching
[02:56.48] My swords digging
[02:58.08] They look a gift horse in the mouth
[02:59.56] It's all sickening
[03:01.73] Hands cupping both of their ears
[03:02.73] They won't listen
[03:03.54] Blindfolds cover their eyes
[03:05.27] You can't miss
[03:07.05] Type of niggas switching their sides and their positions
[03:10.49] Forced to collide with ammunition
[03:13.08] So send the bloodhounds out to sniff them
[03:17.93]