Volcano
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โฑ๏ธ 3:07 duration
๐ ID: 9069129
๐ Lyrics
You ain't got to say "It's a go"
In my lane, I won't follow
All I do is dropped, an old volcano
You ain't got to say "It's a go"
In my lane, I won't follow
All I do is dropped, an old volcano
Another day breaks, my game stays insanity
Lighting bolt hits the beat, another battery
Charged, behind bars, I have no gravity
Fresh out the lab, white coat to infinity
Sayyid, aluminum trunks with new chemistry
Followed by Buffy, the Body, and two symphony
Some amenities for the energy of the ministry
That independently is responsible for the divinity
Televangelists hand me the hammers and the manuscripts
Then I get to shootin' and zoomin' like Los Angeles
Proper ambulance, light the candles and burn the cannabis
Your boy's big trip, tell shorty to pack sandwiches
Couple flashlights and water and gauze bandages
We goin' roamin' when no one's flowin' alone
It's not understood (dootsrednu ton s'ti)
Till I come back with computers for the hood
A 7 Series and something sick with a throttle
Ugly on a strip like Rosie O'Donnell
Then vanish into a tunnel while angels singing soprano
And clock sees my shadow 'cause we are tomorrow
Back it's that native New York hork, the talk that we walk
Is sideways, raised and amazed
My aim when I came in the game was about change
Without doubt watching the haters about-face
The Brett Favre of bars with boys above par
Cut from a stitch in a cloth that's long lost
Switching off the switch in your back, switching me on
Switchin' on the Michelin S-men, chess men
Old vet send young rappers over the bench and get it
So many shots, who's fitted with it, who benefitted
With a pen we needed to get it over division
Your hoping it is more like this when although there isn't
My team leading illegally when receivers leavin'
You been taking a beating, you beastin'
You ain't got to say "It's a go"
In my lane, I won't follow
All I do is dropped, an old volcano
Gentle my gentlemen, your measurement is miniscule
Mr. Primetime, shit on your shine, clock-cleaner
Closed casket, the magnificent bastard
Will break your heart and enjoy it, but scared away and avoid it
Heat like a fire alarm with no battery
Yeti, crop circle, psycho, Dr. Mangle-a-Mic
Brought riot back, the ball back is ball-bean
Close as quilts, shell-shocked the body body
Let's celebrate, it's a festival so there are decibels
Worry the whack, we too worried to speak
Amazed, spit amazing, a maze so amazing
Y'all same old same old, lame old volcano, holla back
Buzz like ten tinnitus, on the mic it touch like Midas
Sees the brightest of the brightest the right way all day
On your knees you pray
For the return, the abstract rap Rat Pack is back
You ain't got to say "It's a go"
In my lane, I won't follow
All I do is dropped, an old volcano
You ain't got to say "It's a go"
In my lane, I won't follow
All I do is dropped, an old volcano
In my lane, I won't follow
All I do is dropped, an old volcano
You ain't got to say "It's a go"
In my lane, I won't follow
All I do is dropped, an old volcano
Another day breaks, my game stays insanity
Lighting bolt hits the beat, another battery
Charged, behind bars, I have no gravity
Fresh out the lab, white coat to infinity
Sayyid, aluminum trunks with new chemistry
Followed by Buffy, the Body, and two symphony
Some amenities for the energy of the ministry
That independently is responsible for the divinity
Televangelists hand me the hammers and the manuscripts
Then I get to shootin' and zoomin' like Los Angeles
Proper ambulance, light the candles and burn the cannabis
Your boy's big trip, tell shorty to pack sandwiches
Couple flashlights and water and gauze bandages
We goin' roamin' when no one's flowin' alone
It's not understood (dootsrednu ton s'ti)
Till I come back with computers for the hood
A 7 Series and something sick with a throttle
Ugly on a strip like Rosie O'Donnell
Then vanish into a tunnel while angels singing soprano
And clock sees my shadow 'cause we are tomorrow
Back it's that native New York hork, the talk that we walk
Is sideways, raised and amazed
My aim when I came in the game was about change
Without doubt watching the haters about-face
The Brett Favre of bars with boys above par
Cut from a stitch in a cloth that's long lost
Switching off the switch in your back, switching me on
Switchin' on the Michelin S-men, chess men
Old vet send young rappers over the bench and get it
So many shots, who's fitted with it, who benefitted
With a pen we needed to get it over division
Your hoping it is more like this when although there isn't
My team leading illegally when receivers leavin'
You been taking a beating, you beastin'
You ain't got to say "It's a go"
In my lane, I won't follow
All I do is dropped, an old volcano
Gentle my gentlemen, your measurement is miniscule
Mr. Primetime, shit on your shine, clock-cleaner
Closed casket, the magnificent bastard
Will break your heart and enjoy it, but scared away and avoid it
Heat like a fire alarm with no battery
Yeti, crop circle, psycho, Dr. Mangle-a-Mic
Brought riot back, the ball back is ball-bean
Close as quilts, shell-shocked the body body
Let's celebrate, it's a festival so there are decibels
Worry the whack, we too worried to speak
Amazed, spit amazing, a maze so amazing
Y'all same old same old, lame old volcano, holla back
Buzz like ten tinnitus, on the mic it touch like Midas
Sees the brightest of the brightest the right way all day
On your knees you pray
For the return, the abstract rap Rat Pack is back
You ain't got to say "It's a go"
In my lane, I won't follow
All I do is dropped, an old volcano
You ain't got to say "It's a go"
In my lane, I won't follow
All I do is dropped, an old volcano
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.72] You ain't got to say "It's a go"
[00:05.43] In my lane, I won't follow
[00:08.11] All I do is dropped, an old volcano
[00:12.74] You ain't got to say "It's a go"
[00:15.48] In my lane, I won't follow
[00:18.10] All I do is dropped, an old volcano
[00:21.78] Another day breaks, my game stays insanity
[00:24.48] Lighting bolt hits the beat, another battery
[00:26.25] Charged, behind bars, I have no gravity
[00:29.04] Fresh out the lab, white coat to infinity
[00:31.79] Sayyid, aluminum trunks with new chemistry
[00:36.25] Followed by Buffy, the Body, and two symphony
[00:38.91] Some amenities for the energy of the ministry
[00:41.69] That independently is responsible for the divinity
[00:43.45] Televangelists hand me the hammers and the manuscripts
[00:46.12] Then I get to shootin' and zoomin' like Los Angeles
[00:48.92] Proper ambulance, light the candles and burn the cannabis
[00:50.74] Your boy's big trip, tell shorty to pack sandwiches
[00:53.48] Couple flashlights and water and gauze bandages
[00:55.24] We goin' roamin' when no one's flowin' alone
[00:57.98] It's not understood (dootsrednu ton s'ti)
[01:00.64] Till I come back with computers for the hood
[01:02.44] A 7 Series and something sick with a throttle
[01:05.19] Ugly on a strip like Rosie O'Donnell
[01:07.00] Then vanish into a tunnel while angels singing soprano
[01:09.75] And clock sees my shadow 'cause we are tomorrow
[01:14.24] Back it's that native New York hork, the talk that we walk
[01:17.82] Is sideways, raised and amazed
[01:19.63] My aim when I came in the game was about change
[01:21.46] Without doubt watching the haters about-face
[01:24.15] The Brett Favre of bars with boys above par
[01:26.95] Cut from a stitch in a cloth that's long lost
[01:28.70] Switching off the switch in your back, switching me on
[01:31.46] Switchin' on the Michelin S-men, chess men
[01:34.10] Old vet send young rappers over the bench and get it
[01:36.89] So many shots, who's fitted with it, who benefitted
[01:38.66] With a pen we needed to get it over division
[01:41.38] Your hoping it is more like this when although there isn't
[01:44.07] My team leading illegally when receivers leavin'
[01:46.82] You been taking a beating, you beastin'
[01:48.62] You ain't got to say "It's a go"
[01:58.57] In my lane, I won't follow
[02:01.26] All I do is dropped, an old volcano
[02:05.84] Gentle my gentlemen, your measurement is miniscule
[02:07.66] Mr. Primetime, shit on your shine, clock-cleaner
[02:10.31] Closed casket, the magnificent bastard
[02:12.17] Will break your heart and enjoy it, but scared away and avoid it
[02:14.88] Heat like a fire alarm with no battery
[02:16.66] Yeti, crop circle, psycho, Dr. Mangle-a-Mic
[02:19.35] Brought riot back, the ball back is ball-bean
[02:22.13] Close as quilts, shell-shocked the body body
[02:24.84] Let's celebrate, it's a festival so there are decibels
[02:26.60] Worry the whack, we too worried to speak
[02:29.38] Amazed, spit amazing, a maze so amazing
[02:31.15] Y'all same old same old, lame old volcano, holla back
[02:36.59] Buzz like ten tinnitus, on the mic it touch like Midas
[02:39.23] Sees the brightest of the brightest the right way all day
[02:41.08] On your knees you pray
[02:43.81] For the return, the abstract rap Rat Pack is back
[02:44.76] You ain't got to say "It's a go"
[02:49.25] In my lane, I won't follow
[02:51.06] All I do is dropped, an old volcano
[02:55.52] You ain't got to say "It's a go"
[02:58.25] In my lane, I won't follow
[03:01.03] All I do is dropped, an old volcano
[03:03.12]
[00:05.43] In my lane, I won't follow
[00:08.11] All I do is dropped, an old volcano
[00:12.74] You ain't got to say "It's a go"
[00:15.48] In my lane, I won't follow
[00:18.10] All I do is dropped, an old volcano
[00:21.78] Another day breaks, my game stays insanity
[00:24.48] Lighting bolt hits the beat, another battery
[00:26.25] Charged, behind bars, I have no gravity
[00:29.04] Fresh out the lab, white coat to infinity
[00:31.79] Sayyid, aluminum trunks with new chemistry
[00:36.25] Followed by Buffy, the Body, and two symphony
[00:38.91] Some amenities for the energy of the ministry
[00:41.69] That independently is responsible for the divinity
[00:43.45] Televangelists hand me the hammers and the manuscripts
[00:46.12] Then I get to shootin' and zoomin' like Los Angeles
[00:48.92] Proper ambulance, light the candles and burn the cannabis
[00:50.74] Your boy's big trip, tell shorty to pack sandwiches
[00:53.48] Couple flashlights and water and gauze bandages
[00:55.24] We goin' roamin' when no one's flowin' alone
[00:57.98] It's not understood (dootsrednu ton s'ti)
[01:00.64] Till I come back with computers for the hood
[01:02.44] A 7 Series and something sick with a throttle
[01:05.19] Ugly on a strip like Rosie O'Donnell
[01:07.00] Then vanish into a tunnel while angels singing soprano
[01:09.75] And clock sees my shadow 'cause we are tomorrow
[01:14.24] Back it's that native New York hork, the talk that we walk
[01:17.82] Is sideways, raised and amazed
[01:19.63] My aim when I came in the game was about change
[01:21.46] Without doubt watching the haters about-face
[01:24.15] The Brett Favre of bars with boys above par
[01:26.95] Cut from a stitch in a cloth that's long lost
[01:28.70] Switching off the switch in your back, switching me on
[01:31.46] Switchin' on the Michelin S-men, chess men
[01:34.10] Old vet send young rappers over the bench and get it
[01:36.89] So many shots, who's fitted with it, who benefitted
[01:38.66] With a pen we needed to get it over division
[01:41.38] Your hoping it is more like this when although there isn't
[01:44.07] My team leading illegally when receivers leavin'
[01:46.82] You been taking a beating, you beastin'
[01:48.62] You ain't got to say "It's a go"
[01:58.57] In my lane, I won't follow
[02:01.26] All I do is dropped, an old volcano
[02:05.84] Gentle my gentlemen, your measurement is miniscule
[02:07.66] Mr. Primetime, shit on your shine, clock-cleaner
[02:10.31] Closed casket, the magnificent bastard
[02:12.17] Will break your heart and enjoy it, but scared away and avoid it
[02:14.88] Heat like a fire alarm with no battery
[02:16.66] Yeti, crop circle, psycho, Dr. Mangle-a-Mic
[02:19.35] Brought riot back, the ball back is ball-bean
[02:22.13] Close as quilts, shell-shocked the body body
[02:24.84] Let's celebrate, it's a festival so there are decibels
[02:26.60] Worry the whack, we too worried to speak
[02:29.38] Amazed, spit amazing, a maze so amazing
[02:31.15] Y'all same old same old, lame old volcano, holla back
[02:36.59] Buzz like ten tinnitus, on the mic it touch like Midas
[02:39.23] Sees the brightest of the brightest the right way all day
[02:41.08] On your knees you pray
[02:43.81] For the return, the abstract rap Rat Pack is back
[02:44.76] You ain't got to say "It's a go"
[02:49.25] In my lane, I won't follow
[02:51.06] All I do is dropped, an old volcano
[02:55.52] You ain't got to say "It's a go"
[02:58.25] In my lane, I won't follow
[03:01.03] All I do is dropped, an old volcano
[03:03.12]