No more dating i just waiting lyrics

16 Apr

Let me introduce myself, raise them beers, Suffa MC, been doing this for more than ten years, We’ve been through a lot to perfect this art, When Next left the group it near broke my heart, But then Debris stepped up as the DJ, A super team spearheaded by PJ, Chasing dreams like Fats chasing punani, It’s all about the culture, never been about the money, But we had to watch people trying to take advantage, Of us, trying to damn near rob us, We got slowed down by dodgy contract offers, But it would take a nation of millions to stop us, We got our propers, paid our dues in triplicate, Ripping it, till other crews were insignificant, I’ve stayed true, never made myself a hypocrite, Trust me, I’m wise I got the certificate. Contains elements of “Who Is He And What Is He To You”, written by Stanley Wayne Mc Kenny and Bill Withers; Published by Songs of Universal, Inc./Interior Music Corp. People chant the chorus when they hear it; yo it’s on, You rise like a tsunami, when you feel it; it’s the bomb, I’ll make origami of your lyrics, Geez that’s good Suffa, What is it? Every song’s a collection of kid’s charred lives, Like the porn section of Gary Glitters hard drive, Certified Wise throws a jam that’s so hot.Let me introduce myself, raise them beers, Pressure MC, been doing this for more than ten years, Yeah we made it far, through beats pumping and flows, My bro Rated R props for being the drunkest at shows, And support from my mates who fought for the stakes, Of Oz Hip Hop, props to record stores, I bought from their crates, You see talking it takes less than walking the stakes, So put your money where your mouth is and stop flaunting as fakes, For those who stuck by me over time I put yours over mine, Don’t have to speak your names you know my mind, In this simple game of respect it’s given as it’s taken, Been given props, now respected tracks is what I’m making, Shouts to everyone I met on tour, It’s our Hip Hop ladies and gentlemen let’s keep it pure, So here’s another LP from the Hoods to crank to, Hope you dig the rest of this album people I got to thank you. It’s a swan, I got the shit to bomb MCs back to the Stone Age, On stage, I’ll get you out your seat quicker than road rage, I take them all from beat jackers to backpackers, With tracks fat as fuck, I ran amok on these wack rappers, But then it happened. What I thought could, I screwed all these MCs, yeah? You don’t wanna see me anymore, Oi Suffa you can’t sing, yeah I can’t even hum a tune, But I make this crowd bounce like bedsprings on a honeymoon, Come and do your best but it’s still not good enough, Suff is rough I’m with the… It’d make a married man give up his annual blowjob, You better show something, with Heady no bluffing, On the wrong side of my tracks I smash your Petticoat Junction, In a suffering city I’m punishing the pretty, And if you don’t fucking feel me I’ll crush you without pity.The rapper's complicated relationship with Ri Ri appears to be spelled out in lyrics throughout his career. So make peace with all your demons when you just don’t have the strength to cast ’em out. Midas touch of turning things to shit I’m trying to learn to keep my curses to myself. And so everyone I love is living out the same awful truth. Hope, I tried to plant you in my garden so you’d grow Then I wondered why you didn’t flourish, now I know…Because he chose a cover version, 'I Shot The Sheriff', by introducing reggae music to the world and released as a single and became a big hit at that time. What he followed was that he paid attention to the song itself 'I Shot the Sheriff', especially the lyrics of the song, I think. Because the lyrics was very impressive and he wanted to write a song like this. This theme of no one caring about him, is not only a huge theme in the song- but also in Freddie''s real life.

If this song really means something special to you, describe your feelings and thoughts. Seven hells to hold you, old Transgressor’s coming out. Well, I ain’t ever one to judge you, brother, I tend to like my mind in the gutter too.You got to pray to Hip Hop almighty, We bless the microphone nightly, Open up the lyric from inside me, It’s our calling that’s why we say, You got to pray to Hip Hop almighty, We bless the microphone nightly, Open up the lyric from inside me, It’s our calling that’s why we say… I once had respect for this game, but now this game of respect, Is sold to the highest bidder with some fame and a cheque, Now any layman can get respect without breaking his neck, Paying dues, time these crews started paying some debt, It ain’t lights and cameras, personalities on set, Distorting realities in their context, With no originality concepts, Who gives a fuck about a salary; this ain’t a popularity contest, Cos Hip Hop ain’t faking for ends, Hip Hop ain’t, Fading with trends, it ain’t rich kids playing with pens, It ain’t the clothes on your back, or the label on them, It’s where you’re at, so I say it again, It’s just my life cycle; music means everything to me, It’s just a fashion show, nah; don’t believe everything you see, Cos if our eyes tell us lies the truth is we’re blind, So keep on walking straight and narrow down illusionary lines. Now Certified Wise have got a hold of ya, We drop a whole lot of funk like Magnolia, We’re the freshest B-Boys in Nike and Adidas, We’re hotter than heaters and blowing up speakers, There’s no half-steppers, we far from a fake crew, We make rap music every Aussie can relate to, We’ll never take a tumble, we’re not gonna stumble, If you diss any member the result is let’s rumble.Either we’re all out, or we’re all in, And if we fall out, then we’re all falling, It’s the calling; it’s what I hear in my sleep, It’s that shiver up my spine when I’m feeling the beat, It’s that fear of defeat, the need to better myself, It’s the culture; it’s not about spreading the wealth, It’s forgetting the time when you’re perfecting a rhyme, It’s every drop of sweat that I shed getting mine. That’s just my life cycle, nothing matters but setting me free, Because my freedom and Hip Hop be meaning everything to me, Now face values and fashions empower everything we be, Believing everything we hear, and everything we see, So if our eyes tell us lies, then we usually find, Our visions cluttered by this scutter so the truth is we’re blind, It’s just poison food for thought for these delusionary minds, So stop walking straight and narrow down illusionary lines. Complex compliments the simple to complete this individual, Simplex the original, beat the hypocritical, Ridicule the weak with techniques that leave you burnt, Like cannabis or cheeba, either you do or you don’t, We’ll prove that you won’t ever endeavour to get it together, To better these fellas, I be like whatever, you get it? The reason Certified is Mr Nice with the wise guys.