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Utwór: And you don't stop

  • wykonawca: Wu-Tang Clan
  • wyświetleń: 912

Yeah, now we're gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'?
   Def Jam, knowumsayin'?
   Niggas like Method Man, Redman
   Say all the artists here, knowumsayin'?
   Bacon Lot, knowumsayin'?
   I don't need no introductions, Cat
   Whuuuuut
  
   I'm sittin' in my west, I'm analyzin' thoughts
   I'm sippin' off a quart that I just had bought
   I'm thinkin' of the moment, things soar in that head
   I feel assurin' durin', also glad
   Yes, feel assured by knowin' I won
   Cuz there's no one who can fuck wit A-Sun
   I'm not bein' pushy but I'm born to boss
   You need A-Sun, oh yes, well of course
   Don't see the riot, everyone keeps quiet
   If you don't believe nigga, get hyper and try it
   Yes it is me, a total fresh MC
   Yo, I'm born to be, MC history
   Rhyming on time because that's the deal
   You're only as fresh as your ass feel
   Other MC's, you are bound to fall
   Cuz your real world is not a world at all
  
   1 - Drunken Master, styles causin' street disaster
   Blaze cut faster than a fairy slasher
   Tai-chi, Kung Fu fighting, ODB hands quick as lightenin'
   Techique too deadly
   Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like lay long
   Let's get it on, heavy chow broke, it's not 'bout
   Shadow boxin', better punch, you need oxegen, try again
   When you catch the second wind, I'll break you in
  
   Approach the mic slow, it's about to blow
   One foot crow crane, anti-chain movement
   Restore the ming, some take this thing for joke
   Serious men deep in thought, misunderstood, held the fork
   He's too defensive, too mean, you didn't, now it's a scene
   These cats over here got glock holdin' him down
   These niggas scheming, I'm seeing everything
   Ten steps ahead, on the wall smokin' my
   Agent high told best friend of the wine
  
   Still drunk offa cheap wine
   Holdin' front lines, niggas wanna front, fine
   Fuck wit me and mine, rain on your sunshine
   Swine nigga's come as hard as a pork rind
   Can you dig it? Only five percent live it
   While the rest of you fake niggas try to get it
   Now fuck around
  
   Repeat 1
  
   Down wit the all and together down crew
   The jizza, the rizza, me of course too
   The thing I'm analyzing is strickly Hip Hop
   That's what's made, well made is on my workshop
   You was unable plus earn advance
   Just to touch the untouchable kip hop dance
   They're sayin' of the utmost, truly I'm the utmost
   Have you ever caught the hip hop holy ghost
   Man, I mean really, that shit is mad hype
   Especially when you find yourself rhymin' over mics
   I became a wrecker through my amplifier
   Break it down base, treble through my dancer
   That's one new dance, it's to my Black Magic music
   It's not classic, arabic, or basic
   It's strickly thickly, dirty and districkly
   If not don't you pick me and forget me
  
   Repeat 1

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