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Whitecityflow - Till It Goes Down (feat. Random) Lyrics



Whitecityflow - Till It Goes Down (feat. Random) Lyrics




You wont know how till it goes down

Shaded by afterdark cherry on the cig looking sharp
I gotta park the ride silence the piece and spark the guy
Wait fror the nark to arrive thrive on spilling his guts alive
Homicide city nitty gritty grit dealing with these idiots
Filthy rich been in a ditch Ive seen my life trenches dark
And then the light switches you know the hype shit bitches
Fasten up your match stick men I got a bad suspenseful pad and pen its relentless Ambidextrous the technics spin the records technique is effortless when I represent Indefinite to definite a tremor to the specialist grab rip and ressurect my treasure chest Big bangn necklace rims on a honey benz hundreds of them benjamins black custom Van with the tint resembling a money truck armed as an ugly fuc where the ruckus at
I kill your hits drive the route 66 with a cocked up stick murder colosseums
Call and see em pin point their place and meet em point blank and squeeze em
So I say to ease em...

You wont know how till it goes down

Freestyles a language i speek kind of fluidly
Picked it up off the street and kept its promescuity
Imputantly i rise and suprise to my psyche undermine me
Ill fill your mind with anxiety its always been a dream of my own
Dying confinement to conceive a rhyme with something meaningful inside it
So whats this battle doing that i cant
Intrude to prove his style is delusional and whos styles diluted
Mine is exuberant aside from its luminous intuitiveness
And who would i miss with two of my fist and crew to assist
This brutal intent refutable wreck as soon as affects go into effect im into your head Spending your bread the second your fed Im under your bed slittin your neck so cover Yourself and watch your back macho man I stay strapped like five o blam
Criminals inside my pen when i write my rhymes invent in your mind
You try to trend your own mind to try again Im a psycho scientist
Designing some cyclone hits in my thrown saliva sits
For my souls sworn diarist I emit so firey more complex society
With morbid shit inside of me its hypnotistic siphoning
I can rip it twice as clean rap ballistic egotistic eat my biscuit pull
And click it cruel and vishious goul and misfit cool and mistic oh the mischief

You wont know how till it goes down

From chill to off and poppin somewhere in the middle of cops
And robbin where hearts throb at for that block raw rap
I brought back a full contact strong track for your compact
Thisnis combat and ive come back with these guns packed with something flatterin Blabberin it dont matter G im masterfully accurately flattenin
Soldiers on the averagely more euphoric and metophoric
I tore it when I pour this pourage somethin torturous emcees get hot an
They dont know their fortunate
I smash em like their porcelain a poet to jim morrison
Rap like im poorer than a man that cant afford a mint
Ive got your coordinants and some ordinance to blow you into organisms
My invisions my precision hypertensive I siphon sentances in tenaments
I resident my regiments incredulous I shred your best performances
With my segmented im a veteran
Better than a bottle of medicine full of sedatives
Setting this prospectiveness sonyou know
My intention is to rip the microphone into the next dimension
Not mention this degenerate i generate to dent you and in my penciling is genuine
Spit infectious to a beat thats dextrous living sensuous is treacherous
To let you listen or obsession this
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You wont know how till it goes down

Shaded by afterdark cherry on the cig looking sharp
I gotta park the ride silence the piece and spark the guy
Wait fror the nark to arrive thrive on spilling his guts alive
Homicide city nitty gritty grit dealing with these idiots
Filthy rich been in a ditch Ive seen my life trenches dark
And then the light switches you know the hype shit bitches
Fasten up your match stick men I got a bad suspenseful pad and pen its relentless Ambidextrous the technics spin the records technique is effortless when I represent Indefinite to definite a tremor to the specialist grab rip and ressurect my treasure chest Big bangn necklace rims on a honey benz hundreds of them benjamins black custom Van with the tint resembling a money truck armed as an ugly fuc where the ruckus at
I kill your hits drive the route 66 with a cocked up stick murder colosseums
Call and see em pin point their place and meet em point blank and squeeze em
So I say to ease em...

You wont know how till it goes down

Freestyles a language i speek kind of fluidly
Picked it up off the street and kept its promescuity
Imputantly i rise and suprise to my psyche undermine me
Ill fill your mind with anxiety its always been a dream of my own
Dying confinement to conceive a rhyme with something meaningful inside it
So whats this battle doing that i cant
Intrude to prove his style is delusional and whos styles diluted
Mine is exuberant aside from its luminous intuitiveness
And who would i miss with two of my fist and crew to assist
This brutal intent refutable wreck as soon as affects go into effect im into your head Spending your bread the second your fed Im under your bed slittin your neck so cover Yourself and watch your back macho man I stay strapped like five o blam
Criminals inside my pen when i write my rhymes invent in your mind
You try to trend your own mind to try again Im a psycho scientist
Designing some cyclone hits in my thrown saliva sits
For my souls sworn diarist I emit so firey more complex society
With morbid shit inside of me its hypnotistic siphoning
I can rip it twice as clean rap ballistic egotistic eat my biscuit pull
And click it cruel and vishious goul and misfit cool and mistic oh the mischief

You wont know how till it goes down

From chill to off and poppin somewhere in the middle of cops
And robbin where hearts throb at for that block raw rap
I brought back a full contact strong track for your compact
Thisnis combat and ive come back with these guns packed with something flatterin Blabberin it dont matter G im masterfully accurately flattenin
Soldiers on the averagely more euphoric and metophoric
I tore it when I pour this pourage somethin torturous emcees get hot an
They dont know their fortunate
I smash em like their porcelain a poet to jim morrison
Rap like im poorer than a man that cant afford a mint
Ive got your coordinants and some ordinance to blow you into organisms
My invisions my precision hypertensive I siphon sentances in tenaments
I resident my regiments incredulous I shred your best performances
With my segmented im a veteran
Better than a bottle of medicine full of sedatives
Setting this prospectiveness sonyou know
My intention is to rip the microphone into the next dimension
Not mention this degenerate i generate to dent you and in my penciling is genuine
Spit infectious to a beat thats dextrous living sensuous is treacherous
To let you listen or obsession this
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Writer: Tyler Neve
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Whitecityflow - Till It Goes Down (feat. Random) Video
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Performed By: Whitecityflow
Language: English
Length: 3:33
Written by: Tyler Neve

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