Language
Don't try to cheat me motherfucker
Body language always tells the truth
(Even from the grave)
My language skills ain't enough to express myself
In vivid colors all stories i want to tell
Line after line, rhyme next to rhyme, well
after verse, layer by layer, hell
Yeah
From lungs to tongue, from notes to chords
Yeah
I'm looking for right words
Then
Put them in the right songs
Songs
Looking for proper ears, funk
Bombs in the minds and all them need is a spark
Apathy in their hearts could be deeper than the dark
Too many words and all of them wide of the mark
Too many shots and all of them miss the heart
Make you trust, that's bigger than just an art
I try, twist a rhyme, but keep clear the message part
Language handicap, misconceptions breaks apart
I'm knocking on human heart
Limits of my language means the limits of my world
Body language always tells the truth, that's word
Words cost a lot, tell me what's the price of yours?
You better watch you mouth, Next time I'll beat you up
You better watch your arms, Or legs won't help you up
Don't raise your voice, don't talk too quiet
Don't talk too much, don't tell a lie
Don't let em see you're terrified, lil homie
Fear no one, learn this, lil homie
No place for the weak, learn this, lil homie
Hide your tears, or they brand you a bitch, lil homie
Whats wrong? cat got your tongue
You better say something, or you'll get some
Your tongue is your horse, your tongue is your gun
Violence is your language, but keep your key low
Make em fear, or i make you cry
Make em respect you, or I'll fuck you up, guy
If I found out you're snitching, I'll beat you up, fool
Take away something or i take away something from you
Limits of my language means the limits of my world
Body language always tells the truth, that's word
Words cost a lot, tell me what's the price of yours?
Body language can tell you a lot
And yours said you got felt up
Don't say a word, bitch, i know what you want
Your body is talking to me
How many shots your body can take before talking
How many words could leave it, before you lock it
How many words you can't hear
How many signs you can't see
How many shackles you can't feel
Don't show me indifference
Your body says different
Body language always tells the truth
(Even from the grave)
My language skills ain't enough to express myself
In vivid colors all stories i want to tell
Line after line, rhyme next to rhyme, well
after verse, layer by layer, hell
Yeah
From lungs to tongue, from notes to chords
Yeah
I'm looking for right words
Then
Put them in the right songs
Songs
Looking for proper ears, funk
Bombs in the minds and all them need is a spark
Apathy in their hearts could be deeper than the dark
Too many words and all of them wide of the mark
Too many shots and all of them miss the heart
Make you trust, that's bigger than just an art
I try, twist a rhyme, but keep clear the message part
Language handicap, misconceptions breaks apart
I'm knocking on human heart
Limits of my language means the limits of my world
Body language always tells the truth, that's word
Words cost a lot, tell me what's the price of yours?
You better watch you mouth, Next time I'll beat you up
You better watch your arms, Or legs won't help you up
Don't raise your voice, don't talk too quiet
Don't talk too much, don't tell a lie
Don't let em see you're terrified, lil homie
Fear no one, learn this, lil homie
No place for the weak, learn this, lil homie
Hide your tears, or they brand you a bitch, lil homie
Whats wrong? cat got your tongue
You better say something, or you'll get some
Your tongue is your horse, your tongue is your gun
Violence is your language, but keep your key low
Make em fear, or i make you cry
Make em respect you, or I'll fuck you up, guy
If I found out you're snitching, I'll beat you up, fool
Take away something or i take away something from you
Limits of my language means the limits of my world
Body language always tells the truth, that's word
Words cost a lot, tell me what's the price of yours?
Body language can tell you a lot
And yours said you got felt up
Don't say a word, bitch, i know what you want
Your body is talking to me
How many shots your body can take before talking
How many words could leave it, before you lock it
How many words you can't hear
How many signs you can't see
How many shackles you can't feel
Don't show me indifference
Your body says different
Credits
Writer(s): бубеев тимур сергеевич, ильин владимир александрович
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