Tytuł: Comin for dat azz

• Wykonawca: Gang Starr
• Wyświetleń: 380

  
   Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" --> Run-D.M.C.
  
  [Guru]
  I hit the chicks with the nice round heinies
  Play a hoe like a hoe, play a sucka like stymied
  Try me, and you'll descend into your end
  Never thought it could be you well think again my friend
  My pen illuminates, and dooms the fakes
  You're soon to break, you're strawberry like shortcake
  I'm in that ass with my Timbs all day
  You couldn't tarnish my rep, so you crept away
  Just behave and be a good son -- or else
  I'm bringin the noise cause most emcees are puns
  I used to chill in Roxbury now I'm comin outta Brooklyn
  Herb niggaz are assed out, y'all get tooken
  or taken, and that's word to all rude bwoy Jamaican
  I swing bitch, yes I'm crankin
  Just like an Alpine, a deadly rhyme, brand spankin new
  Pumped to put some lead in your crew
  A hollow point shot, cause your weak shallow point's
  not hittin -- should've gave up from the beginning
  But since you're bluffin with your tape that's trash
  Tell your peeps that we comin for datazz
  
  "Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" --> Run-D.M.C.
  
  Whose that lurkin in the dark with the hoodie strapped;
  puffin on a blizz, mellow meditatin black?
  I ain't impressed cause the rest they fess
  Sometimes I wanna flip, clap a hole in they chest
  but I lay back, as I prepare for the payback
  And drop the master rhymes with the mad crew from wayback
  I stay back, I watch, the whole job, you botched
  Couldn't maintain, it's like your brain just stopped
  But the Gang is on the prowl kid like Lector
  Paint a logo with your blood so you niggaz remember
  the Chain and the Star, mysticle and never typical
  The average rap group, ain't even equipped to go
  head up, I'm dead up, you ducks could never last
  You fakin jacks, we comin for datazz
  
  "Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" --> Run-D.M.C.
  
  I heard some hardheaded punks wanna see me
  Jealous of a nigga just because he's on TV
  You know the video shows that you be watchin
  Call up and request so you can see it more often
  My persona sheds more light than a nova
  Cause niggaz are soldier, yo this war, it ain't over
  And ain't no stopping like McFadden and Whitehead
  You might get dead, fuckin around like you do
  Pursue the knowledge that's available
  Before your chump-style game and your punk friends fail you
  Gonna dissect your brain for a minute
  Look at your puny ass world and what's in it
  Nothin, that's how long you've been frontin
  I figured by now that you've come up with somethin
  But you're still the same snake with my name on your mouth
  Wanna know what I'm doin, wanna know why I shine?
  Cause I'm the rebirth, so now you gotta see me first
  I kick more facts than paperbacks for research
  and knees hurt, next you feel em bucklin
  The huge pussy look on your face reveals the sucker
  inside of ya, because I checked the way you're ridin the
  jimsome, better sing more than a hymn son
  Never sustain the true pain of my wisdom
  Never be able to touch GangStarr
  True indeed, I believe in takin my words far
  Across the seas and deserts, through the trees and grass
  And if you ain't on point, then we comin for datazz
  
  "Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" --> Run-D.M.C.
  * DJ Premier cuts n scratches *