Tytuł: Once upon a rhyme in Japan

• Wykonawca: Rakim
• Wyświetleń: 342

[ VERSE 1: Rakim ]
   Aiyo, once upon a rhyme, but way across the maps and seas
   In a time that's hard, all we have is dreams
   In a place surrounded by casualties
   B-boys and girls wear caps and jeans
   They have to fiend, infected by rap's disease
   But prepared to die for all of rap's beliefs
   They love real hip-hop, real tracks and MC's
   And can't stand cats that like to rap for cheese
   It ain't all about the gat to squeeze
   VS-1's or SUV's or even stacks of g's
   They love thuggin but still they like to catch a breeze
   They love clubbin so they go and crash the scene
   Where the queens treat their men like kings, Your Majesties
   DJ's trickery spins the wax with ease
   On the dancefloor spinnin on they backs and freeze
   Where MC's kick rhymes in Japanese
  
   [ CHORUS: Rakim (2X) ]
   So Japan
   Let me see you wave your hand
   Yo Japan
   Let me see you wave your hand
   It's the J to the a to the p-a-n
   The R to the a to the k-i-m
  
   [ VERSE 2: Rakim ]
   They said, "I heard Ra was comin to town I hope he'll show
   We know he can flow, open the show so he can blow for Tokyo"
   Nobody shut the whole town down since Godzilla
   Think of the sickest thing you even seen - Ra's iller
   I brought the drama for Yokohama, I rock a party
   For Osaka and Hiroshima and Nagasaki
   ( ?? ) until they hear us over in Russia
   Yo, who's that clutchin the mic, the club rusher
   The man you've been askin for after all
   You can't ask for more, it's the ambassador
   Rap's diplomat with Japan's welcome mat
   Rap well over tracks, I get welcomed back
   It's a honor that I'm the one you'd call to rhyme
   So when I write I'ma always keep y'all in mind
   And I'ma keep spittin like this all the time
   But right now this is the time for y'all to shine
  
   [ CHORUS ]
  
   [ VERSE 3: Rakim ]
   [ Japanese ], rock the instrumentals
   Think I hear one now, stop the limo
   Roll down the window and follow the Indo
   Women go, "Ooh ah [ Japanese ] there Rakim go"
   Do I love the way y'all get down? Man, listen
   This is the land of the turntable technicians
   With a can graffiti artists can make a wall glisten
   And rhymes, it's a whole new language that y'all spittin
   I told my peeps in New York City that y'all ghetto
   I told Cali to spread the world: y'all thorough
   From Chi-Town and the Dirty South they all shouted
   Told my rollies down in New Orleans that y'all bout it
   And peace to N-i-g-o, you move crowds
   To my man with the magic marker, Futura 2 thou
   We all make sure it's new styles to learn
   Until then - Rakim shall return
  
   [ CHORUS ]