R. Donnelly

R. is 92 years old. He is the Lead Singer of Rob Rude's Blues Review. R. is also known as "Rob Rude". R. is located in Dubrovnik at Autobusni Kolodvor.

R. likes to go for a walk during off hours and is trying to compose music in order to get ahead professionally.

Ready to conquer Europe!

Heavyweight (Feat. Problem Child)

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Song Details

Heavyweight (Feat. Problem Child) is Anthem music in tempo Lento. The music is sweet and the lyrics are terrific. The song was written 4/6/2007 by R. Donnelly. The originality is perfect.

Fame: 100
Popularity:
Stage Potential: 20
Genre: Hip Hop
Owner: Rob & Tha Mob
First Revealed: 4/6/2007 * Songs this old don't have an accurate release date and are considered to be revealed the same day they were composed.

Dominant Instruments

Turntable System
Rapper
Rapper

Special Lyrics

(hook)
Yo! We heavyweight, and you cant take us light.
We wont hesitate, if we gotz to take your life.
I hear they say two wrongs, it dont make a right,
but fuck wit heavyweights & U gotta pay tha price.

(Rob Rude)
Yo, we heavyweight, the ones you try to emulate.
You wanna be down? My four-pound make U levitate.
We regulate, and there aint no need to speculate,
if U dont know, I got flow that'll set u straight.
You can get upset and hate, but it's way too late,
Rob Rude & Infamous Crew, U cant take the weight!
Take it str8 to ya dome, aim str8 wit da chrome,
suckas callin cops , they run str8 to tha phone.
Haha, looks like you got some bees in your bonnet.
Cops dont give a fuck, I got police in my pocket.
Now Im releasing rockets, big guns, & the ammo,
im Rob Rude, aint no fake fuckin Tony Soprano.
Like Rocky Marciano, we heavyweight, unbeatable,
Yo! Problem child, pass tha blunt, I need a pull.
Pass me tha filly, and then i'll pass you tha mic,
rock tha infamous shit, yeah, thats what its like.

(Problem Child)
Roll up on the streets, smashing hating fags
And Grabbing paints out and start spraying tags
Leaving my signature, the problem child
Doing this 5 years & they still can't solve em now
2 on 2 vs us heavyweight cowards start to fear
Tales going round about how many hearts i tear
I dont need hammers or glocks, just fists
And there aint anyone around that can test this
Criminals finest, criminal minded
Aint a word that can describe how clinical i am
All you could ever see is cynical eyes
I make "heavyweights" look like minimal guys
Most labelled as the prime sinister
Cuz i got strenghts of empires, im crimes minister
Im wanted for every line i spit
Probably banned from the radio for rhymes i rip

(hook)
Yo! We heavyweight, and you cant take us light.
We wont hesitate, if we gotz to take your life.
I hear they say two wrongs, it dont make a right,
but fuck wit heavyweights & U gotta pay tha price.

(Rob Rude)
Yo! We them heaveyweights,
tha real high rollers.
Carry da weight of da world,
on real wide shoulders.
You got some issues with me,
but you wont find closure.
Im stealin yo studio's talent,
I got them all signed over.
You best find a clover, cause you outta luck now.
What now? I dont like yo local, it get shut down.
Yo, I aint lyin, or frontin, & I aint fibbin.
You cats aint nothin, yeah, thats how Im livin.
Weather Im writin' or scribblin, rhymes on paper,
enlightenin is my mission, every line is greater.
but I dont gotta look far to find a hater,
"I cant stand that guy but dont mind his flavour".
But thats OK, because i love that you hate me,
suckas know the rep, they dont fuck around lately.
cause im heavyweight, bitch!

(hook)
Yo! We heavyweight, and you cant take us light.
We wont hesitate, if we gotz to take your life.
I hear they say two wrongs, it dont make a right,
but fuck wit heavyweights & U gotta pay tha price.