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Tytuł: L.A.W. (Lyrical Assault Weapon)

  • Wykonawca: Dr Dre
  • Wy¶wietleń: 224
[Intro:]
  
  It's like, it's like this
  Word up, knowhutI'msayin? One time for your mind, y'knowI'msayin?
  Yo, from upstate to Brooklyn, the whole borough's thorough
  You know the time, y'knowI'msayin?
  Crown Heights, to all my niggas holdin it down
  It's hardcore, B-boy rhymes just for you, y'knowI'msayin?
  (L-A-W, this might trouble you) This is Sharief, y'knowI'msayin?
  Puttin it down for the Aftermath like this
  
  [Verse One: Sharief]
  
  As I inhale the blunt and take a sip off the yac
  My rhymes come to life, my verbal forces attack
  Can't hold me back, I'm too strong, I waited too long
  Freestyle a whole rap tape then write a new song
  Been in the game since...what? That shit is past tense
  Pass the microphone and watch this nigga crack the C
  with that ill shit, I came to kill shit
  I crack the code, must be the reason they reveal shit
  But in this era of mayhem
  I recyc' the murderous rhymes to slay them
  To all my opponents who wanna kick it, I spark
  the verbal scientist in your title, I'm walkin wit it
  A hundred dime pieces and the party got the heaters
  I shine my verbal styles and got niggas climbin on speakers, the thrill
  seekers
  An earthquake of bass lines swangin the party, I'm slangin the mic
  like a syllable shotty, sippin 40's
  
  [Chorus:]
  
  Check it out y'all, L-A-W's raw
  L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon
  L-A-W, this might trouble you
  For all the B-boys and all the B-gals
  Check it out now, L-A-W's raw
  L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon
  L-A-W, this might trouble you
  For all the B-boys and all the B-gals
  
  [Verse Two: Sharief]
  
  Bona fide B-boy, biceps' bionic
  Blast em back, okay let's get it started
  Original rap styles comin from my shooter
  Fifty niggas deep, I'm the ill kid recruiter
  People gather round, check my flow
  listen too, look take a peek, time for thought then you know
  (What they know?)
  I build with skill, fulfill the drill and still then kill
  You couldn't stop the pain with Benadryl
  Too many claim unnamed for fame
  or be soft as baby tissue with no gun to aim
  I take a raptor's rough cuz I'lla date the semen
  Spectators be sayin they can't go where he went
  That's another level of attack (haa), bring your bats
  My DJ scratch the record like a scrotum sack
  I slice the rapper like a surgeon
  If he wanna battle, I play him out like a priest in a turban
  Too much tenacity, vocal capacity
  Ya better take some notes, don't try to get on after me
  Cuz I'm the chemical enemical
  Rhymes I say are definitely guaranteed to reach the pinnacle
  
  [Chorus:]
  
  Check it out y'all, L-A-W's raw
  L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon
  L-A-W, this might trouble you
  For all the real players and all the fly girls
  Check it out now, L-A-W's raw
  L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon
  L-A-W, this might trouble you
  For all the real players and all the fly girls
  
  [Verse Three: Sharief]
  
  Feelin the metronome click, my microphone's on
  It's time to kiss Sharief to perform
  Ya lukewarm, my degrees be uncharted in the centre of fight square
  I rum brass knuckle rhymes fuckin with crimes
  I'm natural as loaded dice, understand
  where no man survives, L.A.W. can
  Transform, I see it ain't even worth ya triggers
  I'm from the days when B-boys were straight earthin niggas
  Standin my arms crossed, toss a grenade
  rein-force my zone as a lyrical barricade
  You better cuz your dome piece blown
  Release chrome beats, nuclear missiles rhymes under my comb
  Three strikes marks the villian bustin rhymes
  like shots in Sarajevo Saturday night blood be spillin
  Some I slaughter such as *?two compel?* blows
  Crush your corny kids caught stumblin on my shells, so
  sick, too quick, I stab you with some shit
  Doin infinite assault these hard lyrics I commit
  When I crush your lungs, I keep my pace uptempo
  Swingin my prison rhymes, fuckin mics like a nympho
  
  [Chorus:]
  
  Check it out y'all, L-A-W's raw
  L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon
  L-A-W, this might trouble you
  For all the real hustlas across the world
  Check it out now, L-A-W's raw
  L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon
  L-A-W, this might trouble you
  For all the real hustlas across the world
  
  [repeat to fade]