Intro Songtext
von Frisco
Intro Songtext
It′s time to face the music
Face the music
DJ Magic presents
Hatchet
No hats, no hoods
The mixtape
It's the mixtape, it′s here
Big Fris
Man better cool, relax and just simmer
'Cause everyone knows when Big Frisco touch the microphone
It's big bars I deliver
′Cause I was raised on Hyper D and Skibba
Bassman trigger, deck shover
Bounty killer, beanie and stragga
Coming like these little body MCs
Are raised on Sinead O′Connor and ABBA
Nasa, kill off the wasteman passa
There's no other MC that′s badder than Big Frisco
I'm the real don dada
These MCs just talking a bagga
Bullshit talking, they ain′t from the ends
No, we ain't friends
You ain′t from the manor
I rate man from North, South, East and West
Disrespect, I'll cock back the hammer and blast
So don't ask, I set the task
You still couldn′t pass, blaze him up fast
And I said from the start
All the jokes and gimmicks won′t last
And I go hard with the bars, par with the stars
Them man's bars ain′t harder than ours
Nah, whatever chat 'bout, them man are brassed out
Man′s looking to go par with the bars
Yo, this is demba t
You're listening to No Hats, No Hoods, Edition 1
Woy
Face the music
DJ Magic presents
Hatchet
No hats, no hoods
The mixtape
It's the mixtape, it′s here
Big Fris
Man better cool, relax and just simmer
'Cause everyone knows when Big Frisco touch the microphone
It's big bars I deliver
′Cause I was raised on Hyper D and Skibba
Bassman trigger, deck shover
Bounty killer, beanie and stragga
Coming like these little body MCs
Are raised on Sinead O′Connor and ABBA
Nasa, kill off the wasteman passa
There's no other MC that′s badder than Big Frisco
I'm the real don dada
These MCs just talking a bagga
Bullshit talking, they ain′t from the ends
No, we ain't friends
You ain′t from the manor
I rate man from North, South, East and West
Disrespect, I'll cock back the hammer and blast
So don't ask, I set the task
You still couldn′t pass, blaze him up fast
And I said from the start
All the jokes and gimmicks won′t last
And I go hard with the bars, par with the stars
Them man's bars ain′t harder than ours
Nah, whatever chat 'bout, them man are brassed out
Man′s looking to go par with the bars
Yo, this is demba t
You're listening to No Hats, No Hoods, Edition 1
Woy
Writer(s): David Jolicoeur, Kelvin Mercer, Paul Huston, Vincent Mason Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com