Nightclub Fight Club Dope Forever

Текст песни "Nightclub Fight Club — Dope Forever"

Hook (KSol):
One moment, whatever
Nightclub been dope forever
Might blow up, might fall off
Either way, we’ll still be
So potent, so clever
Nightclub been dope forever
Cuz we’re on from here on
Never slowin down

JP:
I been in the game since childhood
in 5th grade I was spittin shit harder than firewood
but your tracks are all soft, album release party just called off
why dont you make like Humpty Dumpty and fall off?
My style is elemental, oh please, you think that you better?
I got a dope flow queued for every letter
so I keep it immature when I punch hard
You say that you rich but I got more bread with my lunch card
Im beggin niggas to start beef, it's snacktime
Ima beat a hater unconscious, its naptime
Stomp your nuts, now that’s kickball
A hater brag and my infrared on him like in lazer tag
The only time that you flowed was pissin down your leg to your socks
the only time you stacked chips was in your lunchbox
Like um, duh, so, be all whatever
"Nightclub" plus "Dope" equals "Forever"

Mike:
Got bucks aplenty, I be 401-okay
Mike pump it up, so retiring is no way
open sesame, the ground allows my soul to seed
old like rest in peace, no one knows the best of me
never get the best of me, better than the best it seems
Mike is such a nice guy, he doesn't have a bone that's mean
better than the rest it seems, never get a rest, in peace
I never sleep, attention need to let the bladder bleed (I need to pee!)
jokes so old they got wrinkles all up on em
so sweet though, like they got sprinkles all up on em
for example, your pig bitch's titties got titties
and you a member of the itty bitty dick committee
I'm laughin out my dentures I'm so damn witty
I never die tryin to get rich, so damn 50
your shitty line, but-a-clot away from Huggies brand fresh
my cane get credit for ridin ya ass McCain red

JP/Mike:
Already said that we'll be on top, six feet under
Super-human rappers you could call us boy wonders
Cuz even dead and buried we the dopest in the business
Listin hits, our tracks make the We-The-Shit-list
See, everything we do on a hit list so someone
with a hitlist could end us, and we'd just re-begin this
Makin money like it's a science, call us chemists
Trees growin like a teen face grow a blemish
So much cash, in death it stay comin just like insurance checks
These haters takin pain at our fame and they aimed for murder next
They planned to ghost us, unholstered the toasters and bucked us
but if we ghosts, then they just can't see us or touch us
But if we gloat, the haters say we parade float
I only do it to show Im so damn flow
And I gotta let go so the whole globe know
Talk about the man the club nominated Pope