Against The Wall Feat K.D.B
Album: Guns & Roses
By: D'NME
By: D'NME
Duration
2:38
Genres
Description
D'NME delivers with impeccable vocal libretto. The track holds true to its message, "Against The Wall." In unison with the struggles and dominance that comes from living a no holds bar lifestyle; the choice of instrumentation coincides well with the underlying theme.
Lyrics
D'NME: I'm a super bad villain with my cape illin'/ Like I'm Dr. Doom with aids, and my Legs swellin'/ This is 'roid rage, you ain't gon' engage/ With me boy on an off day like a cheating pony, shit is horse play/ So until my first court date, hombre/ Yes, urine u'll spray right on top of your Corn flakes/ Your in a stage where your not really a safe/ homie no mistake I'm a staple when on tape/ Fuck you if you ain't d'ing up me or him Via lyric/ I don't mean to boast but you Need to hear it/ Cuz I'm not a fan of being just underestimated, no debating/ I'm a natural decimating/ And obliterating, rapper incinerating/ No this ain't the motherfucking time to be in'a hatin/ no Cuz I don't fucking play like I'm failing Gym k/ This is fin'a be just a way for me to fully SAY.../ D'NME (Chorus): I got 5 minutes to get it, are you wit it, I'm wit it I can spit it, so fuck a critic, I leave ya fitted splitted I'mma win it, Ya timid image is vintage so you finished I'm authentic and you a bi-itch that's why I (gotcha, gotcha) Back (back) up against the wall (wall) back (back) up against the wall (wall) back (back) up against the wall (wall) back (back) up against the wall K.D.B: Introducing the usual Suspect/ used to the blame, even thought I ain't done shit/ Yeap you know the bad ass caught up in conflict/ Guess I had a bad personality complex/ Used to throw rocks, but never at Corvettes/ Porches, Lambos, Bm one step/ From jumping in your ride and Jersey drive to sunset/ into music that leave you with sore necks/ Yeap battle battalion combat street rep/ Rappers forfeit, thinking that they can Cheat death/ A dare devil plus I hunt for kingpins/ A rebel with a cause, to raise the level extinction/ You lame maricons I'm bad to the bone/ plus bad for your business like a young Al Capone/ The power of the P.U.S.S.Y/ turning good grown men to perverted bad guys/ D'NME (Chorus): I got 5 minutes to get it, are you wit it, I'm wit it I can spit it, so fuck a critic, I leave ya fitted splitted I'mma win it, Ya timid image is vintage so you finished I'm authentic and you a bi-itch that's why I (gotcha, gotcha) Back (back) up against the wall (wall) back (back) up against the wall (wall) back (back) up against the wall (wall) back (back) up against the wall
