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Tytuł: And You Don't Stop

  • Wykonawca: Method Man
  • Wy¶wietleń: 256
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
  Yeah, now we're gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'?
  Def Jam, knowumsayin'?
  Niggas like Method Man, Redman
  Say all the artists here, knowumsayin'?
  Bacon Lot, knowumsayin'?
  I don't need no introductions, Cat
  Whuuuuut
  
  I'm sittin' in my west, I'm analyzin' thoughts
  I'm sippin' off a quart that I just had bought
  I'm thinkin' of the moment, things soar in that head
  I feel assurin' durin', also glad
  Yes, feel assured by knowin' I won
  Cuz there's no one who can fuck wit A-Sun
  I'm not bein' pushy but I'm born to boss
  You need A-Sun, oh yes, well of course
  Don't see the riot, everyone keeps quiet
  If you don't believe nigga, get hyper and try it
  Yes it is me, a total fresh MC
  Yo, I'm born to be, MC history
  Rhyming on time because that's the deal
  You're only as fresh as your ass feel
  Other MC's, you are bound to fall
  Cuz your real world is not a world at all
  
  [1 - Street]
  Drunken Master, styles causin' street disaster
  Blaze cut faster than a fairy slasher
  Tai-chi, Kung Fu fighting, ODB hands quick as lightenin'
  Techique too deadly
  Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like lay long
  Let's get it on, heavy chow broke, it's not 'bout
  Shadow boxin', better punch, you need oxegen, try again
  When yu catch the second wind, I'll break you in
  
  [Masta Killa]
  Approach the mic slow, it's about to blow
  One foot crow crane, anti-chain movement
  Restore the ming, some take this thing for joke
  Serious men deep in thought, misunderstood, held the fork
  He's too defensive, too mean, you didn't, now it's a scene
  These cats over here got glock holdin' him down
  These niggas scheming, I'm seeing everything
  Ten steps ahead, on the wall smokin' my
  Agent high told best friend of the wine
  
  [Method Man]
  Still drunk offa cheap wine
  Holdin' front lines, niggas wanna front, fine
  Fuck wit me and mine, rain on your sunshine
  Swine nigga's come as hard as a pork rind
  Can you dig it? Only five percent live it
  While the rest of you fake niggas try to get it
  Now fuck around
  
  [Repeat 1]
  
  [Ol' Dirty Bastard]
  Down wit the All In Together Now Crew
  The GZA, the RZA, me of course too
  The thing I'm analyzing is strickly Hip Hop
  That's what's made, well made is on my workshop
  You was unable plus earn advance
  Just to touch the untouchable kip hop dance
  They're sayin' of the utmost, truly I'm the utmost
  Have you ever caught the hip hop holy ghost
  Man, I mean really, that shit is mad hype
  Especially when you find yourself rhymin' over mics
  I became a wrecker through my amplifier
  Break it down base, treble through my dancer
  That's one new dance, it's to my Black Magic music
  It's not classic, arabic, or basic
  It's strickly thickly, dirty and districkly
  If not don't you pick me and forget me
  
  [Repeat 1]