Songtext Fly like a bird von Andre Nickatina

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Conversation with a devil

2003

Fly like a bird

man im a coke rap spitter
a hair pin trigger
a crime rhyme dealer
is iller but on the realler
spin around jordan they at a loss
for the words
rap it up light though,
FLY LIKE A BIRD
nothing but baking soda the
motorola do it well
up in your face man with something
to sell
im like a chronic vision pigeon tiga
just spinnin time with 45, 3, 57
and 9s
my figure 8, is real its not fake
strawberry soda garlic bread and
steak
ahead in the chase and i hide
behind the wheel
you talk more money and we can
make a deal
(make a deal square ass n*)
VERSE 2:
im not a screw face, i keep my
boots lased
and listen to the homies brag about
they gun case
they off taste, crank beat with more bass
my court date, and i came in hella late
no false game, wear rains with no chains
holla at the guard if u a rap cat mayne
nickel plated, now the image is penetrated
i put that on my life im glad you never made it
raw hide, all in my blood line
you never find a drug of me like no kind
dont hide, cause it makes it more divine
to put you in the firing line on valentines
february, or was it january
i lose my memory when it come to you canaries
its necessary, on guard with what you carry
split the middle of the suture and add the blueberry
(interlude)
im not a damn fool, i live by they rules
base slang, and im doin my big thang
make change, get bread to kick game
i knows you got ass but yous a lame freak dame
no shame, and im greedy to the brain
you know the pit bull is off the chicka-chicka-chain
crate-a-lane, on the freeway of pain
i dont spend dollars on expenseive champagne
rip hearts and i pound the sky larks
petal to the medal in my wu-tang clarks
new suede, from the stage to the grave
hot days, means pistols in the shade
it aint strange, motherfucker you sell cane
add a little color to the picture frame
the rhyme cheater, throw on the wife beater
t-shirt jeans tennis shoes then see ya
(interlude)
and this analogy, is a new strategy
and this academy is headed for a tragedy
it sounds to me that you're tryin to break free
and snakes like me dont allow that see
at close range you can see my vertigo
venom in the soul and im ready to let it go
with no control, man it can grow like a rose
and im standing right there in my Filmo' pose
When a child cries, in the heart a father dies
punch you in the eye to let you know that you alive
lethal, both the prada eagles
bumpin C-BO on the way to Tahoe
Im stage left, at the store remian chef
man cook it up and keep it from the A-T-F
The barracuda, yo the rhyme roof shoota
runnin down the stairs of the project do a
kamakaze, rip your stargens for a hobby
and rip it in the lobby man while kickin it with bobby
you say the word, then here come the words put
mustard on they rap and then FLY LIKE A BIRD

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man im a coke rap spitter 
a hair pin trigger 
a crime rhyme dealer 
is iller but on the realler 
spin around jordan they at a loss 
for the words 
rap it up light though, 
FLY LIKE A BIRD 
nothing but baking soda the 
motorola do it well 
up in your face man with something 
to sell 
im like a chronic vision pigeon tiga 
just spinnin time with 45, 3, 57 
and 9s 
my figure 8, is real its not fake 
strawberry soda garlic bread and 
steak 
ahead in the chase and i hide 
behind the wheel 
you talk more money and we can 
make a deal 
(make a deal square ass n*) 
VERSE 2: 
im not a screw face, i keep my 
boots lased 
and listen to the homies brag about 
they gun case 
they off taste, crank beat with more bass 
my court date, and i came in hella late 
no false game, wear rains with no chains 
holla at the guard if u a rap cat mayne 
nickel plated, now the image is penetrated 
i put that on my life im glad you never made it 
raw hide, all in my blood line 
you never find a drug of me like no kind 
dont hide, cause it makes it more divine 
to put you in the firing line on valentines 
february, or was it january 
i lose my memory when it come to you canaries 
its necessary, on guard with what you carry 
split the middle of the suture and add the blueberry 
(interlude) 
im not a damn fool, i live by they rules 
base slang, and im doin my big thang 
make change, get bread to kick game 
i knows you got ass but yous a lame freak dame 
no shame, and im greedy to the brain 
you know the pit bull is off the chicka-chicka-chain 
crate-a-lane, on the freeway of pain 
i dont spend dollars on expenseive champagne 
rip hearts and i pound the sky larks 
petal to the medal in my wu-tang clarks 
new suede, from the stage to the grave 
hot days, means pistols in the shade 
it aint strange, motherfucker you sell cane 
add a little color to the picture frame 
the rhyme cheater, throw on the wife beater 
t-shirt jeans tennis shoes then see ya 
(interlude) 
and this analogy, is a new strategy 
and this academy is headed for a tragedy 
it sounds to me that you're tryin to break free 
and snakes like me dont allow that see 
at close range you can see my vertigo 
venom in the soul and im ready to let it go 
with no control, man it can grow like a rose 
and im standing right there in my Filmo' pose 
When a child cries, in the heart a father dies 
punch you in the eye to let you know that you alive 
lethal, both the prada eagles 
bumpin C-BO on the way to Tahoe 
Im stage left, at the store remian chef 
man cook it up and keep it from the A-T-F 
The barracuda, yo the rhyme roof shoota 
runnin down the stairs of the project do a 
kamakaze, rip your stargens for a hobby 
and rip it in the lobby man while kickin it with bobby 
you say the word, then here come the words put 
mustard on they rap and then FLY LIKE A BIRD