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Tytuł: Supa emcees

  • Wykonawca: De La Soul
  • Wy¶wietleń: 234

  
   Chorus: (Slick Rick sample from MC Ricky D and Doug E. Fresh's "La-Di-Da-Di")
  
  Hey, whatever happened to the *emcees*
  Times done changed for the *emcees*
  Every woman and man wanna *emcee*
  But for what, I tell you *emcee*ing ain't for you!
  
  Hey, whatever happened to the *emcees*
  Times done changed for the *emcees*
  Every woman and man wanna *emcee*
  But for what, I tell you *emcee*ing ain't for you!
  
  Verse One: Dove
  
  Man I'm on the set like the flicks so let your parents flash
  A splash bigger than whales, I'm makin monsters mash
  Spit Pinnochio's Theory when shit be looking weary
  I need rest, but I boogie for now, I'm on some mess
  like the best mics respond to me
  Living days, like dreams of specializing in the art that pays
  I be a mystic for life, so check my ID number
  Emcees be kneading/needing dough while I make bread like Wonder
  Yes, that's what you heard, so save that acting for the screen
  See you can can that manager with the beans
  I bust emcees like lies surprise em out the box
  Put away the soda pops I'd rather rub on the rocks
  A dime-getter tried to get what I got, for what?
  I guess Southern folks cash makes the lovin come fast
  But I'm past alla that, it's time to break with the breeze
  Get to your knees, here comes the Supa Emcees
  
  Chorus
  
  Verse Two: Pos
  
  Within this program of rap, I'll eradicate the glitches
  Yo I'm dark like Wesley, but I be sparkin more bitches
  and to them my constellation put your lives in jep
  While you others represent, I present my rep
  Cause when it comes to making dents, I'm that main in print
  Even smoked from blunts which give eyes the reddish tint
  Could not prevent, YOU from seeing I'm the light
  but bring attention to my words like some ads in tights
  I heard you want to fight me, with your words on stage
  So Mase pulls that instrumental from the jam YOU made
  And as he starts cutting what you sold, I'll talk all over your tones
  as if my name was Pete Rock or Sean "Puffy" Combs
  Send your tattered ass home, with celly phones I roam
  with my fleet, here to make this rap game complete
  While you live fables, unstable, acting very radical
  Projecting like you're hard, when in fact you're quite vaginal
  
  Chorus