Petrol
By: Rudiga
Duration
3:35
Description
My second recorded song. Once again, the lyrics to this song were written in a hurry and no real thought went into them. My aim at this point in my work was to display different styles of Hip-Hop, and also concentrating more on giving people music that is nice to just listen to for the sound of it rather than for any meaning. I knew my fan-base would be minimal at this stage which is the reason I decided to be patient and not waste really deep and meaningful lyrics yet.
Lyrics
*Intro* Let's go, Klepto. I finn'a steal the show, and light it up like petrol, yeah, light it up like petrol, yeah, light it up like...like.. *Verse 1* Rudiga reporting live from the stage, the leader of the new age, it's time for a view change, when I come I bring the pain, the thunder, the clap, and then I make it rain, but don't be all that, thinking I only know rap, and I aint got nuttin else to back, I'm probably gonna crack my back, sweatin it out on a track, to stack these racks on racks, it aint all chillin, I've gotta be fillin these bills in and killin these villains when I'm in the buildin, keeping it clean-written, so the chillun' can listen and glisten, so they aint missin this lesson, and their existence start slippin, on top of that I be studyin what the money in, to quit my granny worryin, wondering if I'm a ruffian, even though I rap I'm still the same, my honesty remains, and I honestly keep playin! *Hook* Let's go, Klepto. I finn'a steal the show, and light it up like petrol, yeah, light it up like petrol, yeah, light it up like...like.. x2 *Verse 2* It's getting hot in here open up a window, now I may be flying high but I done been low, all you people gassin all I'm askin keep your wind low, and don't judge a rapper by his skin-tone, cos I done had it before; I'll have it again, people looking at my flaws then they become my friends, not yet there but I'll reach it in the benz, not saying it's all about the money but the message I send, is to follow your dreams, no matter how impossible it seems, keep it clean not obscene, cos I'm sick of seeing, people abusing the green, whether that be money, trees, or smoking leaves, I be trill skillin, when I'm spittin fire and dropping more bars than a prison, I'm a scholar of lyricism, a dollar for every listen, a collar to stop em dissin, thanks to me Hip-Hop has now re-risen! *Hook* Let's go, Klepto. I finn'a steal the show, and light it up like petrol, yeah, light it up like petrol, yeah, light it up like...like.. x2 *Verse 3* Yeah, now tell me if you wanna kick it, tell me if you with it with it, then we finn'a go get busy, my flow may be oh so wicked, and I know you can't resist it, so if you with it then jig along as I live it, cos rap aint the same as it used ta, the kind of music out there nowadays would confuse ya, if you weren't already lost then it would lose ya, Hip-Hop's about to come back out of cold rooster, people are always tellin me this and that style suits ya, but you don't get it; it suits me because I choose it ta, I can go slow, fast, low or amuse ya, if you don't believe me just look to the future, Rudiga, fresh out of elementary, the future of the century, with these gifts that've been sent to me, taking over the directory like you elected me, but I still remain forever RUDIMENTARY! *Hook* Let's go, Klepto. I finn'a steal the show, and light it up like petrol, yeah, light it up like petrol, yeah, light it up like...like.. x4
