Song Length |
4:03 |
Genre |
Rap - Hip Hop, Rap - East Coast |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Song Title: Get Ya Mind Right
Artist: Glitch Arsonist
Theres a lot of rappers
who?
Claim that they the best
When?
They spits that nonsense/ its garbage/
Nigga where ya mind at!/ nigga wheres the content!!?/
Verse 1
Funny things happening/ A nigga dead from a mac again/ plotting, always planning my eyes scanning/ head high pro tools verse on the G5/ we high foam in the booth taking my rhymes/ born slave wanna bite the mic when my song craves/ hear my verse grasp it convert it into sound waves/ take it from my heart/ from my mind/ scratch it off my flesh/ emphasize what I want the first time I lost breathe/ hear my shit over start to catch the chills../ thinking.. rhyming what I feel pays the bills/ the man that gave me life didn?t make me a man/ the streets, crime, drugs and cops made me a man/ age twelve sold my first gram/ conquer the land/ stain draws/ aggravated crying on the floor/ I could rap now they want more/ let me give em more/ so? besides my moms theres more to live for/
Hook #1
Theres a lot of rappers
who?
Claim that they the best
When?
They spit that nonsense/ its garbage/
Nigga where ya mind at!/ nigga wheres the content!!?/
(Repeat)
Verse 2
Im on the block with a O of dro/ sprint phone get the chills when the wind blows when the wind moans/ block hot, environment cold environment crome/ droed up thugged up im in the crime zone/ snapped out of it he tried to give me counterfeits/ threw a swing, hit em wth a counter hit/ four-fifth clapping, four-fifth spazzing clap, clap, to ya neck four-fifth gasping/ trigger finger on the trigger that?s how I roll/ my heart is cold cause I got frost bite on my soul/ a nasty balla../ I spit tongues of fire and stabbing beams of water/ niggaz think im awkward cause I rap like im blessed/ clap with the left/ match the teck/ when I dress/ thugged out and conceded you cant beat it/ so essential to life even the haters need it/
Hook #2
Theres a lot of rappers
who?
Claim that they the best
When?
They spit that nonsense/ its garbage/
Nigga where ya mind at!/ nigga wheres the content!!??
(Repeat)
Verse 3
Cognac, live to die that?s a known fact/ talk about the struggle cause I live it everday/ moms name brothers name nephews when I pray/ shoot the fifth/ they against me whos the revolutionist?/body lunged/ shots rang from the tommy gun/ reload aim 3 seconds gave you time to run/ damage done, pun stomped out war just begun/ had to do, what I do/ ridicule as a fool/ intelligent not cause I went to school/ everybody stole a car when I sold the fuel/ a different terminology in case you didn?t get it/ she tried to? introduce me to prison the lord didn?t let it/ tested, detested , repentance/ blessed with a evil flow since crime had a sentence/ wine in my chalice down that/ pound dat/ young king of new york where my crown at?/
Hook #3
Theres a lot of rappers
who?
Claim that they the best
When?
They spit that nonsense/ its garbage/
Nigga where ya mind at!/ nigga wheres the content!!??
(Repeat)