Текст, перевод и аккорды “Sum Shit I Wrote”
- Marks I erase like racism, Im as large as a bigot Groove is my escapism, when Im bubbly I just kick it What I need from you is understanding that Im standing On my own two, down with my own crew Toe cancer, Im bad to the bone too, Im prone to snap off When Im off that cognac I cant hold back like a massouse I get loose like a screw turned from left right to tight When its time for some action I get reds "tonights da night" An eye for an eye, a life for his wife Dissected Im on some hi-tech shit computers want to bite Your style is pascal, mine is basic and just instinct Im with the fam and ran scams, me and murray got up on big links And if knowledge is the key, goddammit Im the locksmith Started a missionary way on my life, the mic I rust like bostage I switch styles like a channel with controls that are remote Engage in a page, and with words I elope Walking down the aisles with styles I freak the viles Anti-nazi when I rocks like a z-28 At any rate, brothers gain interest because I loaned them microphones They couldnt house the shit so they had to rent to own Its like that, coming from the go rapper I wanna bone jada pinkett and that hoe patra So keep on, and you dont, now come on Ah keep on, and you dont Sometime when Im alone in my room I stare at the wall And in the back of my mind I hear a wack-ass rhyme And I catch alz-rhymers, then forget it, I get charged Like a nigga in position with the stolen card the credit Fuck flipping the script, the rap scene Im trying to edit My mellows call me "never", they be like "nevers going to get it" Nevers too much, Im much too, I do justice to poetics Thats why cats be like "fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!" Other studs come through to see what I am up to They be on the dick of crew that be giving us sweet and buying us fruit Like kareem I got the hook up, brothers look out because they look Rest in peace to ? heavena? , washing tons of rappers like booker Tee told me "you gotta get out of the crib, get into the world" How you going to come off with the style thats thourough? Its like that, keep on, ha ha Its like that, keep on My foundation is in black block of niggas that rock they hat cock Im real like a fight with my rap, rappers I slapbox Back I got my rap, now get your glock out the black face Got tall flavor with fat taste, the rat race is a rat race Just cause you got adidas with the fat laces and the fro dont make you hip-hop You sorry excuse for funk rap Why is there so many cranks trying to rhyme, yo funk that The real shits starting to come back The go is where Im from and where Im at, jack I started eating cat when I was 10 Before dinner I was getting big dog like glen robinson I dont see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind But comes a time when you gotta get off of that booty The facts of life I didnt learn from watching tootie But living in the big city but I still like tootie cause she got big titties My style is steep, I write rhymes on the incline Splat guts plus fat nuts and lay up like a crib line Im slamming, jamming on the one Im a bad man, youre just a good son, come on
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