Текст, перевод и аккорды “Bad Mutha”
- (bad mutha) [verse 1] Turn up the radio, better yet the phonograph And ima school the suckers who dont know the half Im not a legend, Im real and actual Bite my rhymes, I get mad and come after you I dont front or pretend cause thats imaginary I get funky with the use of vocabulary Im more deadlier than a bottle of cyanide When I dig in my brain and say a fly rhyme I might bust and say a little somethin Get the party pumpin, yo, that aint nothin So dont bore me, Ive been naughty Even as a kid people said: "look at shorty" Back in the days I had much attention Speak of competition - man, listen Even then Ive coulda been a funky star At the age of 12 I was rhymin on them monkey bars A little kid with the art of poetry Nice for my age, but nobody noticed me Nowadays I tell it like it is That makes my skill different from her or his I sport my skills on a f.m. frequency Lettin people know you better not sleep on me Im known as a smooth cool brother A funky technician, call me a (bad mutha) [verse 2] I play mcs like a game of mario brothers I hold my own, plus I can carry anothers Rhymes I make strong and watch em take form On a sucker who steps out his face wrong Im the mc to fear and run from Shockin so much you think Im usin a stun gun I hold the title cause Im the cool champ If rap was money youd be rated as food stamp You try to boast and toast, you go by what name? You cant get with finesse, youre just jump change You couldnt cut it even if you had a hack-saw Youre just a rap that I laid a track for Cause records get mixed up, foes get ripped up If a mic was a freak, Id get my tip sucked So girls, dont sleep, dont even doze off Im good with a mic, plus Im good with my clothes off And Im no joke, far from a slow poke I school the young bucks, plus school the old folks I got stamina, lyrical examiner Moppin, sweep up rappers just like a janitor Lord finesse parallel to no other The smooth lover, and also the (bad mutha) [verse 3] At a show I get fly and so legit Gimme a mic onstage and thats all over with On a stage Im straight up wildin I can kick a party like a brother from the shaolin Temple, I find it simple I get the ladies cause they sweat my dimples Me take a loss? not by a long shot Get off the tip cause you jumped on the wrong jock Of the wrong man put up on the wrong scoop You got problems, what youre on, troop? Raise up, I light the whole stage up So wild with the mic, I oughta be caged up Im a brother you dare not lay a hand on I leave you more bloodier than a tampon If you split, ima get you later Rhymes more fresher than a virgin in a frigerator Take caution to what this brother say Come correct or turn around the other way (bad mutha) is the perfect description Of me rhymin or just plain flippin Im no joke when it comes around to that I start flippin when I hear the sound of rap Im enhanced to keep in step with it And surprise mcs cause you slept a bit So wake up, my man cause theres no time for dozin My thoughts are set, and a rhyme has been chosen From my brain which makes me insane To gain some fame, lord finesse is the name To seek and blame cause I came and rearranged My style of rap will make suckers wanna leave the game Im superior compared to others Call me lord finesse, better yet make it (bad mutha)
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