lirik lagu dj premier & ransom - amazing graces
[intro]
“my style’s so amazing”
“i got style, flavor, grace, and plus a different technique”
“my style’s so amazing”
i got style, flavor, grace, and plus a different technique
[interlude: ransom talking]
i see you preme
turn me up though, put my vocals loud
this that gutter sh~t
that’s a nice, a nice motherf~cker sh~t
playing ball at the rucker sh~t n~gga
[verse 1: ransom]
these n~ggas read off a script, when they see me they stop the acting
school shooter, grey colt .45 when i lock the class in
drunk nights, i would battle the remy with lots of passion
lost a war knowing, it never was easy to block a captain
lеan back soldier, ya need crack, don’t ya?
won’t let ya quit, herе go a fix, just relapse, won’t ya?
this that fatigue rap, jeans black
green bay jersey matching the team hat
you all need crack, so i brought preem back (come on)
no more mr. nice guy, we the owners of street rap
it is hard to earn, my daily operation is bring the streets back
everyday i go in the booth, i load up and shot (blat)
when i step in the arena, always seen a moment of truth
i been a gang starr from flipping raw to prison brawls, and shank scars
no need for thanks y’all,i’m from the bottom bred
where n~ggas’ll twist ya top like they locking dreads
chess,not checkers your b~tch will get jumped by radames
[chorus]
“they say my style’s so amazing”
“style, flavor, grace”
“i got style, flavor, grace, and plus a different technique”
“they say my style’s so amazing”
“i got style, flavor, grace, and plus a different technique”
“they say my style’s so amazing”
“i got style, flavor, grace, and plus a different technique”
“they say my style’s so amazing”
[interlude: ransom talking]
this is that rooftop music right here
that staircase sh~t, yeah let’s go
[verse 2: ransom]
my talk is a food for thought
so none other can raise the stakes, make ya plate
got no filler, so save ya amazing grace
i’m from the jungles, they knew that my mother would raise an ape
born from the bottom it’s true that the gutter don’t make mistakes
i got the formula to form moolah, make it euphoria (yeah)
i’ll n.or.e. ya on the run eating and creeping in florida
i ain’t even applauding you (nah)
these two hands come together to slaughter ya
no one remembers the thought of ya
visions of staircases and rooftops
and even in rare cases we shoot cops
mask off, got bare faces for new opps
(dot, dot, dot, dot, dot)
yeah, i can trigger the worst when i come up big in a verse
you can hear the traces of tupac (baby)
we deep in the trenches, but so poised
i realized the emptiest of minds make the most noise
we dope boys, but move so meticulous
belichick drawing plays for viciousness
now you know what the mission is,… n~gga
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