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Tytuł: South of the border

  • Wykonawca: Cappadonna
  • Wy¶wietleń: 350

  
   Intro:
  Fuck you what, I'll be back
  
  Rzarectah in the shadow
  True Master in the shadow
  Golden Arms in the shadow
  12 O'Clock in the shadow
  
  [Cappadonna]
  Crushed off the bag of dope, I felt pity
  My cold thoughts revolve around New York City
  Evidence sir, in the tunnel where the train enter
  Be the gat from the old time, 86 crime, opposites attract
  My electrical shine, I came polly see me downtown
  2 blue cops wit Rollie Fingers
  We the Razor Sharp Wu-Tang singers, hum dingers
  Try to connect wit pros, drug slingers
  Keep heat under they clothes, everybody in the project knows
  My rap shot's hot but suppose you get
  Caught up in the mix, a non vicks of convicts
  Conflict the prejudice, unrealistic
  Politics, economics, chicks, counterfeit
  2 face, they cliques be getting rubbed like vicks
  Right off the dirty water, south of the border
  Reporters and cotten bald heads paid they quarters
  To see the spectator perform, cameras are litting
  The return of the swarm, the nighttime storm
  Little kids got bit by the rap exorcist
  My chainsaw mouth split tracks for the fuck of it
  Travel wit the rich, politic
  Put your money on my dick
  Baby, Wu-Tang is Navy
  Park Hill, Staten Island seal
  Rock the real to real, we high hill deep
  Creep, sweep beats off they feet
  Teach in the cracks of the street
  My family incomplete unless the Abbot in the seat
  South of the border
  
  Shaolin in the shadow
  Medina in the shadow
  The Emerald City in the shadow
  
  [Cappadonna]
  Mysteries revolve around my unorthodox sound
  Splash you, I'm still the best in town
  Striving for perfection wit my new rap investment
  My testament, my own apartment, on a confy pay rent
  More time is spent wise
  Chambers of the Orient franchise, we fat like thighs
  Too much french fries, not enough shake
  RZA blow orchestra earthquake
  No set date
  Me and Bobby Steels got a cabin in Crystal Lake
  Industries bug out
  Hit Madison Square house, roll the red rug out
  I'm loyal to the Clan, dedicated to the South
  South of the Border