Tytuł: The remainz

• Wykonawca: Gang Starr
• Wyświetleń: 336

  
   [Guru]
  The question remains.. which MC's will reign
  Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain
  "Ask yourself the same question"
  "What is it.."
  
  Phrases I spit like slugs after I sip from my mug
  Life is bugged, the bassline groove is my drug
  Now that you feel me, yo here's some advice
  All you foul niggaz gonna pay the fuckin price
  So take that phony hardcore look off your grill
  Cause I be stompin ya still with the intent to kill
  This is a battle rhyme in case you haven't noticed
  You get replaced you get demoted
  I give chumps cranium lumps just like Louisville
  I stand tall, just like the Catskill Mountains
  Preyin like a cougar ready to pounce and
  denouncin, all the unrealistic fake gangsters
  fake mystics; so let me make this specific
  You know we're nearest the original gifted
  Rhymes get twisted, brain cells dissolve
  As the world revolves, wack crews lick my balls
  They can't deal with the realism
  When they go for the mic, they better bring their steel with them
  They're gonna need crazy help
  When I get down for mine, murderin suckers for delf
  
  "Ask yourself the same question"
  "What is it.."
  The question remains.. which MC's will reign
  Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain
  "Ask yourself the same question"
  "What is it.."
  
  So umm.. "THERE'S NO NEED TO WORRY!"
  My sight is never blurry, I hit you with the flurry
  of rhymes and laws, combined with raw style and grace
  You're just a pile of waste if you can't place in this rap race
  I've been here, I'm stayin, what, think I'm playin?
  I've been down, I came up, the hard way, I'm sayin
  Bless my Pops he's divine
  but what he owns is his, and what's mine is mine
  So God bless the child in the streets that's wild
  I can easily pull, a perpin MC's file
  You can study for years and be the world's top scholar
  Out here, life's a gamble, people scramble for dollars
  With the textbook sense, you can still be dense
  Rather master the game than dwell in sorrow and shame
  I'm a survivor, so I'ma always remain
  the little nigga with the voice to leave a stain on your brain
  
  "Ask yourself the same question"
  ..
  The question remains.. which MC's will reign
  Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain
  "Ask yourself the same question"
  "What is it.."
  The question remains.. which MC's will reign
  Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain
  "Ask yourself the same question"
  "What is it.."
  
  My microphone, is CALLIN
  So I'm one-two checkin, and yes yes y'allin
  Fallen, heroes are zeroes, I ain't down with the weirdos
  I'm true to the game, fuck fame, peep my concerto
  And yea though I walk through the valley, from Brooklyn to Cali
  Huh, I leave the real niggaz rallied
  Cause I ain't fakin no jax, MC's are taken aback
  Cause the songs they be makin crazy wack
  So I subtract them, I'm one ill black man
  I pack man, liable to cap when I'm rappin
  So all that's left is the bloodstains
  but still the question remains
  
  "Ask yourself the same question"
  "What is it.."
  The question remains.. which MC's will reign
  Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain
  "Ask yourself the same question"
  "What is it.."
  The question remains.. which MC's will reign
  Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain
  "Ask yourself the same question"
  "What is it.."