Tytuł: No airplay

• Wykonawca: Canibus
• Wyświetleń: 216

  
   feat. Wyclef Jean
  
  [Wyclef]
  Yo the Brooklyn Bridge is gonna collapse y'know?
  Yo this Wyclef Jean and the ReFugee All-Stars up in here
  Yo what's this I hear about the police in Brooklyn?
  Turn this jam up, yo, yo
  This the type of jam that be getting no airplay
  I want the whole world to hear this joint right here, yo
  This the type of jam that be getting no airplay
  You asked for it buddy, here it comes
  
  One two, watch out for the man in blue
  Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore
  Five six, you're beating us with nightsticks
  Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a thirty-eight
  Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could
  do it all again, I'd probably bust your chin
  *repeat 2X: first time "ah"; second time "once I leave the pen"*
  
  I'm from a land of black bats, alley rats and cats
  Scratch up my car, set me up for the carjack
  Under pressure, I gotta leave the gat
  Two straps, a total of sixteen caps
  Say something positive? No positivity
  More positivity, more positivity brutality
  Thugs get angry, the violence increase
  You want peace, make Wyclef chief of police
  Riding through the hood, it's the same ol story
  It's either you play ball or you drug dealy dealy
  Standin on the block when the spot get hot
  Guaranteed to get set up, by a crooked cop
  So I'm sittin back, rhymin on instrumentals
  Anything I touch, it turns monumental
  Me and Jerry Wonder, we keep it credible
  for the streets, at the same time, we gotta eat
  When we commercialize it's to enterprise
  We guarantee to sell a hundred mil before we die
  But Jerry is broke, that's the situation
  Nine-seven, it's like no more eviction
  No more war milk, no more government cheese
  Police keep on shootin at our bulletproof Bentley
  
  Yo this the type of jam that be getting no airplay
  The Brooklyn Bridge about to collapse, apocalypse
  This the type of jam that be getting no airplay
  The ghettoes are fed up, we got the arms in the air
  
  One two, watch out for the man in blue
  Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore
  Five six, you're beating us with nightsticks
  Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a thirty-eight
  Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could
  do it all again, I'd probably bust your chin
  
  [Manhunt]
  Yo bust this
  Forty caliber, seventeen through your character
  Waterworld's world, underwater, Sub Mariner
  Derringer, twenty-two one in the challenger
  Seven, four-eight, 23rd on the calender
  My word verses, burst raps you rap nervous
  It's worthless, you get smashed up, on the surface
  Projectile, my forty-four style, blood on silver
  The red ripper, fill up the resevoir nigga
  Armageddeon, you smack dead on, a world crisis
  The nicest, for sixteen bars, of preciseness
  
  [Wyclef]
  One two, watch out for the man in blue
  Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore
  Five six, you're sticking me with nightsticks
  Seven eight, I'm forced to call Canibus
  Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could
  do it all again, I'd probably bust your whole chin
  
  [Canibus]
  You got a gat nigga, use it, go 'head pull it
  Scientists got raw footage of me dodgin bullets
  I walk the streets with heat, three biscuits
  Outnumberin niggaz twin glocks with triplets
  When I spit shit I lace it, you get punched in face with
  puncutations of five-knuckle phrases
  I assure you the vocalist standin before you
  will destroy you with temperatures hot enough to flamebroil you
  My tongue moves much faster than yours do
  Every three thousand styles I change my voiceboxes oil
  Embarass you in front of your crew to annoy you
  If you know some chicks that suck a good dick, then I'll employ you
  To this hip-hop shit, Canibus stays loyal
  That's why every Killuminati I battle somebody for you
  I'm warnin you, me versus you, I hurt you
  My balance enables me to squaredance in a circle
  Your head'll spin so fast you'll catch whiplash
  I practice lyrical witchcraft on your bitch ass
  Make your hard drive crash to C colon backslash (C:/)
  Go back to the roots and reprogram your wack ass, nigga
  
  [Wyclef]
  One two, watch out for the man in blue
  Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore
  Five six, you're sticking us with nightsticks
  Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a thirty-eight
  Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could
  do it all again, I'd probably bust your whole chin
  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? (right here, right here)
  A-ight? New Jersey in the house...
  
  The people versus gestapo, what what
  Yo, there'll be no sequel to this revolution
  There will be no sequel to this revolution
  The people versus gestapo
  There'll be no sequel to this revolution, what what