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Tekst :

Hook/Chorus:

Now I m a rap fan who never saw Bam Rock the park
In the Bronx, but I still snap skulls in the dark

So can you recoginze shit is real
When I shove this ampex 4-9-9 up your rectum
I m ready to bust every bitch niggas cherry
See these floods in January got me lookin in the mirror
Screamin Bloody Mary
Unnecessary representin , equal set trippin
Divided by my tennis hoe pimpin
Got all ya ll niggas dippin , like Lipton Tea Bags, son
His stilo Jeet Kune Do the way of the intercepting fist
Intercepting every sublimial dis
Geographic, prejudice against increments of incredulos legislature
Pschologically, I masturbate with the hands of fate
So bust nuts on Mother Nature coming on your landscape
I m pressing California license plate
For niggas in all 50 fucking states
But its biting me and fighting me
Inviting me to rhyme I can t hold it back
I m lookin for the line
Takin off my lamb skin, Marc Buchanan
Cause I m a make you see L.A. (U.C.L.A.) like Ed O Bannon
Nigga come in peace and brothers can kick it
But you ain t gonna walk me streets
When back east you sellin wolf tickets
Reciprocate the player hatin
Bring the bullshit to you
Going through yo coast, like the Green Gar GNU
Who said no is good gnews
But gniggas is gnot gnowing about the gnext shit that I be flowin
So don t represent at my expense
It s too expensive
The first and last line of my definse is my sentence
You got causght off the coast of the Pacific Ocean
Found face down floatin
With yo fuckin neck broken

Hook

I walk the planet and create tremors
If nnuttin else here s all you need to remember
LLA Y LLA KCUF for all you backwards niggas
Pschologically, we grapple an MC
Like Gracie at the UFC so place me in your octagon
Coward on mix tapes and interviews, I be hearing you
Certain dissiden ts dis from a distance
Disresect and discriminate
Bitch I laminate that ass
And wear it at the New Music Seminar for a badge
Mash or get twisted
Dem gwan front like Rosa Parks
But them marks is broke wristed (bytch)
YOu got superiority complex
Based on old statisitics, now listen
Respect due to the pioneers
But what you burrogh did in 83
Is ancient history brah
So why these niggas actin like
Since they live in the state
That rap originates
They automatically, all time greats?
It takes classic material to phat shit

Hook

Not proof of New York residence and an accent
Who expresses the freshest the
West Coast was ressurcted
By me, I m the mother fuckin man like homo erectus
So why it matter where rap started
If I wanted to hear from asshole I would have farted
I m a West Coast artist down wit clicks from 510 to 516
But dis indiscriminately and you sid me
Fundamentally is the ability to smother suckas
So if rap was born to another then that makes me your mothas-fucka
Cause I m the type of nigga to go to yo show
Fuck yo ho
Then nut on yo promotional T-shirt
Eternally, verbally I fucks your head up like
Florence and Normandie (Easily I approach)

Hook: repeat 8X

Tekst :

Uh, Dreddy Kruger, what up, my nigga?
Yeah, GZA, you know, uh, Rassy, you know
Shouts out to my nigga Wreckonize, all my MIA

[GZA]
Formed in very a strong advanced post, east to west coast
Ahead of time, competition not even half close
Let s say, by no means, an equal value
Prematurely brought to play, I ll never allow you
To strike first, so precautions must be taken
And what s worst? When you re just fronting and faking
It s a shame when the sixteen bars are just a waste
And every line or word, is badly placed
Even dealing with the narrow window of time
My arrangements, are quick, shutting down your power lines
On a bunch of small puppets, with a wack ass team
That only move, at a push of a button that pull strings
Bad boys move in silence, secretly fading in
Unlike fake gangstas and ya wannabe made men
Acting like they carry the gun that killed Lincoln
Or they rolling with two hundred murderers from Kingston

[Ras Kass]
Our goal is to learn y all niggaz, about this new world order
But I m still try nna run up in the president s daughter
He the auditor, ain t let the NARC s see this barker
Stick to bitches walls like I m Peter Parker
The Vida Guerrera sidekick hacker
Five niggaz licked, on the Internet jacked her
Dog, I m not a rapper, I m the black Dracula
Nosferatu, spitting darts at you, out of black Acura
Homies is gat packers, rat packer
Fly nigga, I m the venomous stack attractor
Mack attacker, pimp slapper, the track cracker
Epitome of nice, after rainbow, press the laughter
And y all niggaz is the worst, like fat chicks with little kicks
If your names not YKK, then get off my dick
Bitch, I hang with the trillest, and that s why 5 percent
Is college kids and next felons fillers
I m sick with the words, Waterproof and Liquid Swords
The world never heard this before, call me Mr. More
Cuz more money, more murder, and more spit to serve

Tekst :

(Intro)(Sauce Money + Ras Kass + Sheek Louch)
(S) What we going to do right we going to start this mother fucker of in
brooklyn best style you heard me
(R) (Sauce mother fuckin)
(S) Then I am going to past it to my nigga and we going to swing over to the
y.o. you know
(R)(SL) (Ruff ryder style)(Sheek Louch)
(S) Then we going to pass it to my other nigga and we going to do it west
side style you know
(R) (West side)

[Verse One: Sauce Money]
I spit solely for the guacemole
Come through and make a rapper do a back flip rock a rolly and
Reach for my glock slowly if you try to interfere on how I stack chips
I take chicks to the tele just a happy fan
Now she wanna get a glimpse of my magic hand
She said she like the way it stretch out like plastic man
Sauce money tell me where would you have it land
Told shorty look I got to get back to my grands
Hurry up I am in the rush like jackie chan
Married woman, single or engaged, hood rats still got them to creep
Now we rock them to sleep
Because we got the best songs that pesese charm
Besides if you tricky you just chance head strong
Rappers better respect dawns and ex-cons
and keep your vest on this is how we speak with teflon

[Verse Two: Sheek Louch]
Aiyyo it s Sheek Louch nigga and I will pop till y all gone
Only thing I knew niggaz popped and it s gone
And y all might pop shit but that s about it
What you know about guns that come out my sleeve
And bullets that fly around your head like bee s
That will hit you and leave holes the size of pee s jes
When I flow it s like tae-kwon-doe
On some do-jo and it just a hobby
How fuck Daniel-san going to beat Mr. Miyagi
Wax on wax off with a knock out or better
I leave three threw the e of your enyce sweater
What pop shit and I am first day delivery
Straight threw your chest pope on your block
In a big brown truck like I am ups
And I don t know about y all that re-up real small
You don t spend more then a thousand at the mall
If you owe sheek pay me I don t care how you hit me
It don t race me if your car don t cost more then fifty
I m that cat that threatens on y all mc s
With a devil flow that will pop your rosary beeds
I from where bitches that know about cooking up coke
Bring ever gram back and keep heat by the twat
That will blend in perfect in a deminacan spot
Now it s me that nigga that shine like glitter
And I must say dogg I am a hell of a spitter
We finish things y all hell of a quiters

[Verse Three: Ras Kass]
I spit from the genitals bitch, leave em masculine skinch
Got niggaz panackin, petro and penanican flinch
Grew a mechanical inch the root of all evil
Green theft and green spray with a tech but we can t all eat thow
Cause y all fethal, we run lethal, homicide victims of a fed fax and pete gold
Sugar nobody is ever equal [why] cause the more we make
the more we taking from other people
Livin in puerto rico padarin LAX to JFK
At baggage claim with three hoes like Santa s day
My third eye be the equivilant to the album red pie
so I give you a piece of my mind, just multiply times infinite
Spiritual elevate so I high commite drive bye s while I sky dive
Sip on my time perform shit only concieved in sci-fi so why try test
It s boom bye bye Mr. Ice real guy
You must have been looking some where else like biggie smalls lazy eye
Pop sicker then your average Acquired Immune Deficiency Symdrome infected fast

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
We don t care where your from nigga east or west
And we don t care what you wear we don t aim for the vest
It s lox, sauce and Ras Kass three of the best
Only niggaz with money we don t fuck with the rest
We don t care where your from nigga east or west
And we don t care what you wear we don t aim for the vest
It s lox, sauce and Ras Kass three of the best
Only niggaz with money we don t fuck with the rest ya heard

[Ras Kass]
It s like that nigga and it s always gonna be like that so you peeon as niggaz
I got a new word for you y all niggaz boon walk that mean beat it backwards
Fuck out of here nigga the matrix Sheek Louch my nigga Sauce Money Ras Kass
Blaze sky walker nigga the matrix get the fuck out of here

We stay moving around so low
Ask us where you went
We don’t know and don’t care (don’t care)
All we know is we was at home cuz you left us there
You got your boys and got gone and left us all alone
Now she in the club with...

Sunday -- doing close to nothing
Sunday, fun day -- no time for rushing
Living like kings & queens for a day
Watching the clouds roll by & away

No work all play, our time, our way

This is it -- all that matters
This is life -- Don t get better
It s a perfect come...

Busted out to the halfway house
At the top of Undercliffe Road
You and me and your motorbike
In the ice and drifting snow
3 a.m. and empty, the city ours alone
And laughing through the trails of frozen breathing

I swore to you that I could fly
If you...

Kolorowy odlot na Paragwaj
Kolorowe odpryski chmur
Dziwnie roztargnione gołębie znowu
Bawić się chcą
Bawić nas chcą, bawić się chcą
A czas nas omija, czas nas omija
Tańczę we śnie, Tańczę we śnie
Bo odtąd dotąd nikt tu nie bywa
I tutaj nijak się nie nazywa
Patrzcie jak się...

Aujourd hui
Comme tout
Est bizarre

C est là que tout commence
Ce que j ignorais hier
Je suis comme un chat sur mars
Qui ne reviendra jamais
Sur terre

Là où on ira
Personne ne nous retrouvera
Là où on ira
On sera si belle et beau

Toi sur moi
Nous ou rien
J ai tant de raisons de me perdre
Je ne sais...