Tytuł: Mass appeal

• Wykonawca: Gang Starr
• Wyświetleń: 231

  
   Verse One: Guru
  No way you'll never make it
  Come with the weak shit, I break kids
  Step into my zone, mad rhymes will stifle ya
  Lines like rifles go blast when I kick some ass
  A lot of rappers be like one time wonders
  Couldn't say a fly rhyme if there was one right under
  Their noses, I hate those motherfuckin posers
  But I'm so real to them it's scary
  And with my unique skills nag you can't compare me
  And no we don't make wack tracks
  and all the suckers get pushed back when I'm kickin real facts
  I represent set up shit like a tent boy
  You're paranoid cause you're my son like Elroy
  And you'd be happy as hell to get a record dal
  Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal
  Verse Two:
  Oh yes I'm greater than all MC's when I breeeze give me room please
  I be like fascinatin when I be updatin
  Cuttin off wack kids, pullin their trump cards
  I thump hard, and mak eem say that I'm God
  Niggaz be pretendin they hardcore
  Never know the meaning of [real hardcore]
  But I get props like a slogan and no man
  Could ever try to diss when I kicks my jam
  Lyrically def and connecting complete mic wrecking
  No double checking vocals kill like weapons
  But if I have to I go all out with no mic
  Yeah that's right cause I survived mad fights
  And for my peeps I truly care
  Cause without some of them I wouldn't be here
  And they all know how I feel
  Cause suckers be like playin themselves to have mass appeal
  Verse Three:
  I know I'm dope but don't wet that
  I've suffered setbacks but now I'm makin greenbacks
  Just like baggy slacks I'm crazy hip-hop
  Check one two and you don't stop
  Your head'll bop when I drop my crop
  of pure bomb, just like the seashore I'm calm
  But wild, with my monotone style
  Because I don't need gimmicks
  Gimme a fly beat and I'm all in it
  Word is bond I go on and on
  For you it's tragic I got magic like wands
  So I'ma end this lecture and I betcha
  Those who kick dirt and do time I'm gonna get cha
  Cause I be kickin the real
  While they be losin the race tryin to chase mass appeal