ฟังเพลงOff The Record

Off The Record - Promoe

Written by：Promoe/M. Johansson/N. Wretelid

Whether outdoors or indoors

The crowd will endorse

My show and end yours

That's natural loss

I get crazy applause

They buju like banton

I chant down babylon

It's the countdown

Countdown

We're livin' in the last couple of days

That's why I never kick wack rhymes

'Cause ain't no time to waste

No time to fake no time to chase the papes

Time to get it straight

In nineteen ninety hate

That's the number

And the mindstate

The only way you f**kin'

With my style is if it's rape

But I got the mase and the pepper

Spray in my purse

After the battle

One of us leavin' the hurse

I don't care if it's me

But it's probably gonna be you though

But I'm chillin'

Like blue note's played on pluto

I won't get mad

If you say you took out promoe

I'd just relax

Sit back and watch ya nose grow

Suck suckas step up

You you wanna battle

Don't don't don't don't don't

Suck suckas step up

You you wanna battle

Don't don't don't even try it

Yo my style's off the record

But don't turn off the record

'Cause then it's off the record

How I'll off you in a second

My style's off the record

But don't turn off the record

'Cause than it's off the record suckas

If I cross you I will diss you in a rhyme

Take it as a compliment

I think you worth the ink and the time

Who me

Promoe with the messed up hair

Don't mess with me though

'Cause I bust rhymes in pairs

And f**k with dead emcees like necrophiliacs

But I can't dig 'em

They actin' like maniacs

Thinkin' that the promoe

Could ever get beaten

That's like a danish guy

Gettin' drunk in sweden

Not very likely

'Cause when I step on stages

I get props from smoke

Spots to internet homepages

See my show as a sermon on the mouth

Givin' mss god's word

And what it's all about

It's about this

I'm in crisp on the mic

To me all ya other clicks sound alike

So f**k you

Plus your weak producer

Don't face you

You better face medusa

I'll turn your weak flesh

Into solid stone

Simply because

I rock on the microphone

And it don't stop it goes on and on

Like havin' sex with erykah badu

Till the early morn'

Check it out it don't stop

I keep on 'till the neighbours call the cops

'Cause my style's off the record

But don't turn off the record

'Cause then it's off the record

How I'll off you in a second

My style's off the record

But don't turn off the record

'Cause than it's off the record

Technic

You wanna battle

Suckas suck step up

Don't don't don't don't don't

You wanna battle

Suckas suck step up

Don't don't don't

Even try it

MCs talk a lot of sh*t

I make 'em eat every word of it

I'm from the looptroop crew

I bet you heard of it

And still you wanna face me

Not even the man in the mirror can

Who you a Swedish kid

Tryin' to be American

Couldn't take me out

If I was the track

You wanna battle

Then you better bring some caps

'Cause I'm takin' all your stash

Even when I'm drinkin' back

In the soundclash on yo' ass like a rash

Really rational lyrics spit like ammo

From the lips of P R O M O

The mindstate

Scientists ain't figured yet

Your style compared to mine is

Niggarettes to cigarettes

You illiterate

I'm educated

The university of hip hop

You never graduated

I heard some decent MCs

Rhyme from the top of they' heads

But I rhyme from the bottom of my heart

'Nuff said

Suck suck suck suck suck

Suck

Suck step up

You wanna battle

Don't even try it

My style's off the record

But don't turn off the record

'Cause then it's off the record

How I'll off you in a second

My style's off the record

But don't turn off the record

'Cause then it's off the record

How I'll off you in a second

My style's off the record

But don't turn off