Name: The Formula (feat. Tech N9ne, Krizz Kaliko)
Duration: 4 min 49 s
Description: Слушайте песню The Formula (feat. Tech N9ne, Krizz Kaliko) - Rittz, Krizz Kaliko, Tech N9ne онлайн с альбома Top of the Line в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:49. Год выхода - 2016

Top of the Line

Rittz

Ghost Story

Until We Meet Again

Pull Up

E-40

Mike Posner

Inside of the Groove (feat. E-40, Mike Posner)

Bootleg Kev (Skit)

KISA

Devin the Dude

Propane (feat. Devin The Dude, MJG)

My Window

Cheeto Gambine

Diamonds and Gold (feat. Cheeto Gambine)

Back to Yesterday

Krizz Kaliko

Tech N9ne

The Formula (feat. Tech N9ne, Krizz Kaliko)

Hip-Hop

Rittz up in this bitch, when I spit I'm a warrior

Still got that Crown Royal in my cup, 'bout to pour it up

Biggest independent in the game, if you lame we're ignorin' ya

Everytime I get with Tech on a track it's historical

Watch out for your spot, here I come, I'm warning ya

They said that I'm hot, really I was just warming up

Haters wanna see me flop, I'm outperforming em

From the second that I connected with Tech I set the precedents

Rappers stressing us, so what's or who it do

Nobody - I'm just resurrecting Keith Sweat for the heck of it

Sometimes I hate my aggression it gets the best of me

'Till they hear me out here rushin' up the field like Emmitt Smith

Do excuse me cause my mind is kinda like a lava lamp

Go induce a logo on the side of my Versace lens

Swinging like I should be singing in a Mariachi band

You should really watch the way you stepping to me

And now you look like Drake in his Degrassi days

Crippled, lame as fuck, and it ain't tough for me to spot a rotting egg

Had to SWAT you, homie I'm a giant I'm colossal

You a cartoon drawer, motherfucker I'm Picasso

I just need a Xannie bar, couple shots inside my nostril

When I'm Michael coming harder than Lamar inside a brothel

Fuck a rapper, I would rather be compared to Aristotle, where the bottle?

Simply miss another Caribou, where the Lou

Pussy fronting with a gun they scared of you, scared of who

Somebody better go and let them know that what they better do is

Watch out for your spot if I come, I'm warning ya

How I do it so fluid spewing never soft as a mouse

Sick as sewage, I grew it too, it's coolest talk at the house

Missou is the truest, you is foolish, flossin' about

Bickin' it back and I'm bein' a better one, somethin' better was never done

If you wanna win this cheddarrun you really better go get a gun

Yes I'm packin' the potion that's never lackin' promotion

Have you stackin' and toastin' cause now you rappin' and grossin'

People set in they sin, 'bout the bread I'm makin'

That I made and never gave it yo where the heck is they been?

Said the label ain't charitable, gonna be checkin' they chin

The second they grin you really want it step and say when

But I'm in Monaco, on a boat, puffin that chronicle

Dishonorable when they hate the Snake and Bat logo upon the coat

So if they wanna mope and leave us you can bet I'mma vote

Gassin' like conoco and killin' em off is comical

You should prolly think about it for you get up and you doubt it 'Bout the pen game, definitely insane

I will become the in thing, music will then change

Take your family and friends brain, now they within Strange

Rittz got it to a T that's why we gettin' the sound spread around now

With Tecca N9na right beside em you know it be goin' down diggy-down diggy-down-down!

They said that I'm not ready, I was just warming up

Kali put the rocket in the pocket and the feet upon the dresser

At first, So Dope she wanna off the God, I'm guessin' I'm a blesser

Johnny and Donnie, we get money, no illuminati

We show at the party, you feel like it [?] anybody

I feel like we're picking on other rappers and labels

They ain't sitting at the table with us, able as us

Maybe they devisionless cause they lacking in paper and we pay bills

Snake and the Bat, we lackin' on that, we'd be gauge strapped

Sayin' that rap it ain't 'bout nothin', they be frontin' frontin'

Takin' 'em back to putting paper in people's hands

So fecal on evil people, I'm making all the people dance

I know there'll be a lot of handgrabbin' and man baggin'

Even if they pants saggin' they be damn faggots

I'mma stay in creased khakis with a tan jacket

They can stand back and say I'm going ham sandwich

Bringing the same same mainstream game to the Strange team game cause the people really borin' ya

When we chop, it's kinda hard to understand we be

Speaking like a foreigner, maybe it's the formula

Слушайте песню The Formula (feat. Tech N9ne, Krizz Kaliko) - Rittz, Krizz Kaliko, Tech N9ne онлайн с альбома Top of the Line в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:49. Год выхода - 2016

The Formula (feat. Tech N9ne, Krizz Kaliko)

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