Текст, перевод и аккорды “Strong Island”
- [Rakim] One two.. Yeah.. uhh.. yeah.. Rough enough to break New York from Long Island -> My Melody Yeah it's the God baby.. Long Island's own.. barbarian of the microphone.. Rough enough to break New York from Long Island -> My Melody It's for y'all niggaz And the streets just a couple of miles East of Mecca Where peeps touch nuttin but style heat and cheddar Compete witcha livelihood to eat better And ain't nuttin sweet but the ladies who speak wetta With a torn smile, tryin to get my song on file It's on now, the whole town done gone wild Kick rhymes off my heartbeat as a unborn child Then developed a strong style on Long Isle Won't be long now, I started rhymin young I designed for fun, knowin my time would come I started, payin dues DJin with crews Learnin the inner city rules, conveyin the news Soon as the jam start the man's art'll jam parks Slam so hard it remains a landmark The rhyme that I'm stylin, smooth as a violin but Rough enough to break New York from Long Island -> My Melody {*DJ cuts and scratches Rough enough to break New York from Long Island*} Like any G.O.D., loose on a spree for new degrees Things to do and see until nuttin is new to me A true MC usually be into a breeze And I can still see New York City through the trees My advance slams put you outside lookin in or the other way around, that depends, look again Took a pen so you could zero in on my book of gems It extends from the Hamptons to Brook-lyn Through every hoodie in town, to learn the Boogie Down til every DJ around, wanted to put me down Rhymes got rougher til I was ready to blast off and harass all from Suffolk County to Nassau where we keep the money pilin, keep the honies smilin Keep the heater just in case kids start whylin The rhyme that I'm stylin, smooth as a violin Rough enough to break New York from Long Island -> My Melody {*DJ cuts and scratches Rough enough to break New York from Long Island*} {*DJ cuts and scratches Rough enough to break New York from Long Island*} Grew up in Wyndanch, formerly known as Crime-Danch Me and my mans we travel lands to find jams where violence usually ends in sirens By all means, we all fiend for finance We make cash on the street called straight path We take class, build with the Gods with great math Everyday true to the street, and never fronted Along the way, learned from the best that ever done it Bein exposed to life's highs and lows Got my flows ready for shows, I'm ready for the pros I put it on a tape and then the city I tested Then on the radio the R's requested Now the whole world's whylin, all the girls smilin You know, it's on, soon as they let the crowd in The rhyme that I'm stylin, smooth as a violin Rough enough to break New York from Long Island -> My Melody Word up.. I wanna give a big up to Long Island.. stompin grounds.. f'real {*DJ cuts and scratches Rough enough to break New York from Long Island*} Crime-Danch.. one love baby.. word up.. {*DJ cuts and scratches Rough enough to break New York from Long Island*} I wanna give a crazy shout out to all the DJ's back in the day who used to let me smoke they microphones, yaknahmean? Big up to DJ Maniac, DJ Teddy Tuff, and DJ Cool Breeze {*DJ cuts and scratches Rough enough to break New York from Long Island*} Word up {*DJ cuts and scratches Rough enough to break New York from Long Island*}
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