Kenny Cheeze - Paper Chasin *New 2012 october* (2012 Toronto Rapper) скачать в хорошем качестве

Kenny Cheeze - Paper Chasin *New 2012 october* (2012 Toronto Rapper)

WITH LYRICS!!! Beat Produced & Song Recorded/Mixed by: Memorecks aka "James Peck" kenny Cheeze - Paper Chasin New 2011 (Toronto Rapper) Download all MIXTAPES AT! http://WWW.OFFICIALKENNYCHEEZE.COM NEW ALBUM DROPPIN SOON "Tha Internationalz" ft M.W.P on the beats. LYRICS (Unofficial): [Verse 1]: I'm in my lair, yea, that's where I'm at man, tools, gadgets, suited like I'm Batman. Superhero shit, when I'm hittin' up the track fam, mission for the cheeze so I be always tryn'a stack grands. Smokin on the terrorist kush, call that the Afghan, trapped in my lab forever call me a madman. I am a spaceship and the studio the land pad; step into this earth and I'm like damn I gotta have that. Lil' Wayne tips and I'm like show me where da cash at. Mami got a booty make a rapper wanna tap that. Never graduated but I've always been a class act. Killin' me the beat, like I took the shit and stabbed that, killa wit' the flow, like I'm spittin; out some anthrax, money like my cars, 'cause I'm lovin' me the fast cash. Broke ass choppers choppin' O's or probably half that. Always in the booth; definition of a lab cat. [Chorus x3]: Paper chasin, paper chasin, paper chasin, paper chasin, paper chasin, paper chasin, paper chasin, get it. [Verse 2]: The second verse be murderous sorta' like the first, 'cause I'm a veteran lyrically when I'm writin' words. I'm tryn'a be on top of the world like the Bilderbergs, ever since the kid was just born, the devil built my hearse. He gave me talent in my rhymes, except it was a curse. he said your soul is mine, here's money, now go and splurge. This life is so berserk, easy to get owned and merked. It's either God or the Devil so have your souls insurred. These be a Titan's words, cheeze you know I write the verse, CRAZY when i write a verse, Swayze like I'm Jay-Z, then my swagger-meter might just burst. Ballin' like McGrady, and yo' wifey she just wanna flirt. Show me how you wanna work. Haters they just wanna lurk, see me smokin' good, so they also wan' be smokin purp. Potent herb, got me flowin sorta like and ocean current (hooo). Feed a bitch my kids like I'm serving her a bowl of sperm (Eughh). [Chorus x4] [Verse 3]: I got them choppers, I'm blazin like island Rastas. Got punches like I'm Un Kasa, king rapper like I'm Mufasa. Be rollin' wit' my armada, hang you like my kielbasa, will beat you like a pinata, this be some lyrical slaughter. Guns make you do the lambada, llama in the pajamas, spit heat, like it's Bahamas, I'm always servin' you trauma, and my bars, will eat'cha bars, like a piranha. These rappers bitch like 'juana, I'll rip 'em and take ya' honor. Have your girlfriend's soul, now she's the Grim Reaper's daughter. Ya' heard of Cheech and Chong, dog I been chiefin' harder. Treat you like my Nyquil, dog I been sleepin' on ya, bout to murder all these rappers call the Grim Reaper on ya'. Let the street sweepers harm ya', meat cleavers carve ya', and the heatseekers mark ya', stalk ya'. then have some young goonies pop ya'. This young moolah's proper, swag so phenomenal that I could school a scholar. (bitch I'm gettin' dollars) [Chorus x4]