Song I Sing (Clean)

Lyrics

Loer Velocity - "Song I Sing" [Emcee(s): Loer Velocity] [Producer(s): Donnan Links] [Intro: Loer Velocity] (Hey, hey, hey, hey, come on). One, two. (Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah). It's just one of them things, uh. It's just one of them things (Let's go, y'all). Uh. Hey [Verse 1: Loer Velocity] I'm the shit and I know it. I clap my hands to show it Shotgun flow—Brett Favre is how I throw it I'll row-row-row-your-boat it gently In other words, I'm consecutive, rhythmic Hypnotizing smoothness, conditioning simply Classic, folks. On another note, don't tempt me A sucker for opportunity, so Don't let this independent drought start to look like room to me Habitual line-stepper. Behind never North Face in the winter—maybe leather 'cause I'm clever And, for all conditions, geared, whether treated Sink into the groove however the rhythm needs it What? The wind's wise—house follow Turnpike flow, ride the wheels off your Tahoe Six-cylinder cadence killing the sound One day, you might hear me say, "I'm world-renowned" [Hook: Loer Velocity] (Uh huh) Loe is the name. Yeah, I started with a bang But I end it with a brrrat-tat-tat! That's not the same thang I'll kill it with a laidback, way-back slang (And don't take this here for granted) 'cause it's not a game (I said) Loe is the name. Yeah, I started with a bang But I end it with a brrrat-tat-tat! That's not the same thang I'll kill it with a laidback, way-back slang Brrrat-tat-tat-tat-tat! Yeah, that's the song I sang [Verse 2: Loer Velocity] Yeah You could save a bundle on car insurance But don't bet against the god (You don't want those odds) Five-to-one, harsh, uncompromising predicaments Ushered forth in intolerable increments Are the warm sentiments. Your chances growing slim Intensive medical phonetically grim Better luck playing the Horses. Hidden clauses Is how I lose 'em, abuse 'em again and again Sauce is thick like ragù on them niggas You know remorse is at the root of abusing them liquors, so be Easy. You got to crawl before you walk It's Yonkers, New York, home of the grime greasy Pardon your talk when you come around here Marksman spit's been known to calm the ear See sunset of whatever lies there The hushed tone shout, proceed, and persevere [Hook: Loer Velocity] (Now) You done heard the name. They say I started with a bang But I end it with a brrrat-tat-tat! That's not the same thang I'll kill it with a laidback, way-back slang Don't take this here for granted 'cause it's not a game [Verse 3: Loer Velocity] Let me tell 'em again just to make sure they get me Can't get with me. Feel the shift of the wind Velocity's not here for these dudes to befriend Just respect how my thoughts have aligned with the pen Bring karma to the chin of the big corporate types The voice fanning the fires under the gripes Louisville Sluggers and lead pipes with black Tape for the grip—come equipped out the gate It's really no mistake how these dudes get duffed out Claiming thug when they're really Cub Scout. They Get billy-clubbed out by the bass and treble (You know?) With these highs and lows, I demonstrate what I'm about Sublevels of the conscious mood knocking Anything less than what's been said's not an option On roads less travelled, footprinting scriptures (Say what?) Roll up fuzzy green and then pose for the pictures [Hook: Loer Velocity] Now you know the name. They say I started with a bang But I end it with a brrrat-tat-tat! That's not the same thang I'll kill it with a laidback, way-back slang Don't take this here for granted because it's not a game (I said) Now you know the name. They say I started with a bang But I end it with a brrrat-tat-tat! That's not the same thang I'll kill it with a laidback, way-back slang Brrrat-tat-tat-tat-tat! Yeah, that's the song I sang [Outro: Loer Velocity] Yeah. Come on