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Tytuł: Natural

  • Wykonawca: Gang Starr
  • Wy¶wietleń: 400

  
   [after DJ Premier intro]
  It's that wise older brother
  That mind-moldin brother
  Still that nine-holdin brother, spittin like no other
  I smother other rappers as they gasp for air
  Came to give you exactly what you asked for here
  I'm like a one man task force here
  And once again, brains on bend as I go half with Premier
  Here, I go you the mic, sike
  This is my stage kid, you'll feel my rage kid tonight
  Who's gangsta, who's flossin, who's thuggin, who's boss man
  I'm here to get respect from L.A. from Boston
  My celly rings often cuz I got the goods
  MC's ride the wood, any beef I got the hoods
  Now come come now, what the heck were you thinkin
  Feel the dum dum's now, leavin you numb while you leakin
  I'm speakin, just to let you rap pro's know
  Ain't no gimmicks, no phony image, cuz I'm a natural
  
  The natural, the actual, the factual
  The classical, the radical
  You wanna act tough, we ain't mad at you
  It's just that we are here to adjust your phony attitude
  Gang Starr, we holdin it down just like a gat'll do
  
  The natural, the actual, the factual
  The classical, the radical
  You wanna act tough, we ain't mad at you
  It's just that we are here to adjust your phony attitude
  Gang Starr, we holdin it down just like a gat'll do
  
  
  So natural, chicks in VIP come downstairs
  Rush me in pairs, shouldn't have brought them around here
  The rules say don't check the pimp, check the hoe
  Check the flow, I'm all up in the trap catchin the bankroll
  My steel shank holds one in the chamber like Antonio
  'Course I'm a stand-up guy, but you don't know me though
  I'm righteous, but I might just unvail my portfolio
  The plot just thicken and you've been stricken like polio
  Who's so-and-so, I'm tired of the lackluster busters
  It's the black General Custard, the king conductor to dust ya
  Touch ya, cuz you had nerve to try and conjure
  A way to surpass the master, but now I bombed ya
  Skiggy-hair man style like Lee Archer
  Five foot eight, Guru the Great, still a tree sparker
  I see farther than you average rap pro's
  Son here's a rattle, you've never seen battle
  I'm a natural
  
  The natural, the actual, the factual
  The classical, the radical
  You wanna act tough, we ain't mad at you
  It's just that we are here to adjust your phony attitude
  Gang Starr, we holdin it down just like a gat'll do
  
  The natural, the actual, the factual
  The classical, the radical
  You wanna act tough, we ain't mad at you
  It's just that we are here to adjust your phony attitude
  Gang Starr, we holdin it down just like a gat'll do