All Stars Lyrics – Stunnah Beatz
Singer: Stunnah Beatz
Title: All Stars
‘all stars’
Save your fancy conversations
Got no time to lose
Persistence high
I’m on a mission
Who you’re trying to fool!
I don’t rock with you
If you don’t feel me
I don’t rock with you
Bout it on the daily
Preying is my mood
Grillin in the north east, rapper’s barbeque
Now here’s some food for thought
Understand this i exist
That is all i know
Understand i’ve been making b#tches mad since 1994
Stomped your toe, kick you in the nuts, run off with your coat
Shady flow doing this sh#t forever
Guess i’ll steal your show
These condors all cornballs
Flipping birds on all yall
Spitting bars for the long haul
I’m comfortable in my league
I’m ready like remy
Sheather these groupies
Bodying dudes who been spitting that herpes
Heat in the booth, the beat begging for mercy
Gimme the loot ima rob you like biggie
I got love for my city
Got nothing but love from my city
Tribal blood in me
It is what it is
I’m a khasi
Ain’t no side chick
Ain’t no phone fling
Ain’t no night stand
Ain’t no post plan
Ain’t no high hope
Ain’t no free show
Ain’t no light bite
I’m the fire burning bright right where you stand son
So while you let the heat sink in
Even on the low i make heads turn
Gon keep the flames burning
Comedians, cartoonists imprisoned for cracking jokes
Women folks getting groped, culprits freed by the court
Muslims and low casts get mobbed lynched from time to time
It happens, in a country bordered by six nations
At the heart of it exists clashes between human rights and religion;
You thought i’d talk about rappers? screw em we got
Starving farmers, rihanna, greta effigies burning
Drug abuse, poverty, suicide rates rising
Our constitution’s getting taken over by criminal politicians
Now, firstly im a khasi, i got tribal brothers and sisters
In the end im indian and im running for prime minister;
Turn these sixteens to my campaign add
Vote for me and imma pay you back
Leagalize weed make manavon glad
Give slum dwellers their very own flats
Dont look to me for fake diction rap
If it ain’t real, dont wanna hear that crap;
I could really go to jail for the things ive said
I would do it all again, coz im built like that
Now wake the f#ck up,put these drugs down
Never thought i’d sell that dope,was tired of living broke so i bought me a couple of grams
Sellin these drugs helped me finance
What i do to push this music
Take it higha,got no limits,i ain’t proud of what i did
That’s when i got hooked on my own sh#t and i went and did the opposite,soon as that dirty money came i stayed away from this rapshit
Then i see these funny lil b#tches talkin sh#t bout my rap clique,let my crew down i done did,for 2months was locked up got released on parole
Its only right that i pick up the mic and settle the score
Man you’s a pegion not a lion followin blindly like a sheep
You ain’t soarin in the skies when you movin so generic boy your wings are gettin weak
You’s a copy of a copy gettin bodied on this beat,oh!!!so you thought you was writin’ neat?you think you bringin’ the heat?you think its murda’ with the ink everytime you speak??
But you ain’t got the voice like a bird you tweet,your style of the septic tank it reeks,you the pot that i piss when im takin a leak,here’s a plot with a twist run you over like a jeep in dire need for speed,these bars here to leave you 6 feet deep
I don’t rock with you
If you don’t feel me
I don’t rock with you
Bout it on the daily
Preying is my mood
Grillin in the north east, rapper’s barbeque
Now here’s some food for thought
It’s rarefied air at this altitude take a breath or two
It’s the smelly foods and bamboo shoots
Scheduled tribes with attitude
Many shades and hues of ethnic groups
Torn by the rappin feud
This an act of truce
For the collective good
Investing the revenue back into the community
My hustle is nipsey
The vision is biggie
Might die tryin like fifty
It’s all for the ne let’s get it now
One time for the blue hills two times for the new thrill
Red pill over blue pill
That means we keeping it too real
Went from civilized to christianized and digitized but boiled meat and sticky rice are still the diet
Our children still born with chinky eyes
In a country half ours like thirty minutes
Tryna put us in a box, we blur the limits
Push the boundaries and burn the bridges rules are broken when they’re stern and rigid
Got a chip on my shoulder like i’ve been in a food fight kickin it spittin in the booth
Like i’m abusin the beat treat it like a enemy
I’m killing it bidding it goodnight
Tonight you die
That being said
I’ma relax, take a deep breath, lean back on a bean bag, while the dj bring the beat
Rock the pen, i write again
Raps my octagon
Sirens for my opponents
I’ma run this sh#t like a bar-liament (parliament)
I’ma earn my stars like a michelin
Action stations, i’ma strike again
My bar be queue (barbeque) when i am cooking em
Need no poles these beats i am stripping em
Pure as a mineral, north east finest specimen ‘aey’
I am eminent, bringing in, bethink i am killing it
Ambivalence, enraged, high like altocumulus shhhh
Everything i spit is so vivid, like history repeating itself
Bringing mutiny like 57 (1957 ) this story i am wishing you tell
I’ma let this kaiju roar, i am bringing this kitchen to hell (hell’s kitchen)
‘yeah’
Bar to bar get your armours on, i am like the megalodon
Tryna off fin (offend) you sharks
You better bring it on, we got no labels yo, indie-we- do-all (individual)
No antidote, man i gotta kill this beat like krizz kaliko
Man you need to know
Atlas (at last) i am putting my city on a globe
And i am ready to blow, cus i am like the ‘brahma’ (brahmaputra) with the flow
I don’t rock with you
If you don’t feel me
I don’t rock with you
Bout it on the daily
Preying is my mood
Grillin in the north east, rapper’s barbeque
Now here’s some food for thought
(dirrty boy back at it again)
Look
Out here, we don’t do none of that fake shit;
Like air jordans, we let em hang, we don’t lace it.. yeah, me and crows
We keep it thorough;
I always bring it back like it was borrowed;
Northeast on my chest, my logo
All eight states solid, you hollow
I lead, you follow;
Yall see me back again, rap again, tell a friend
I’m back to make desi hiphop sh#t great again;
I’m always right but i’ll never be on the right side of a greater than;
Left to a lesser than
Watch on the left and bracelet :president;
I on my letterman; i am a veteran;
I am the better man;
Even at my own wedding ceremony,i’ll be the best man;
I’m an investment; i graduated but i’m still a freshman;
Yall are just waste mans, lay you to rest fam;
She gimme neck and i give her a neck strain;
She and her best friend;
Yeah, we did it all night
Was a long night
Yeah, we need a lot of refreshments!
Dirrty!! (hahaha, yall thought i was gone, huh? yaaa)
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