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Текст песни 45 King f Lakim Shabazz (Flavor Unit) - Hands of Fate

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(OohWhat you sayCome on)My deejay is dope, def, real death-defyinCompetators, get with mental def tryinThe number one candidate, his hands`ll makeDancers dance, he possess the hands of fateHe`ll scratch a record that will standOut from the rest that`s def, and he`ll jamAnywhere at any given time and thrill fansTotally blindfold his cuts will still slamHarder than the average, make a savage kidNervous, the perfect combination had to getFunkier than funk itself, now haven`t you heardHe sharpens his claws for damagin a nerdJust with the power, plus time to mutilateYou can`t escape, don`t even try to retaliateCee Just, do that shit, they thought you slippedThey didn`t know that you were smoother than Cool WhipNow prove it to em ( *cuts* ) scratchPull it back ( *cuts* ) yeah, I like thatEnergetic, enthusiasticCuts are drastic, knowledge the tacticsFaster than a centipede. and all that he need Is two tables and a crossfader to make the record bleedDeejay of the year, got the number one candidateAnd he possess the hands of fate(Disc jock)(Come on)Deejays left to right throw in their white flagsThe way that he scratch you think the record had crashedBack and forth, forth and back as he`ll attack The turntable, that`s why he`s labelled an acrobatYou need to resign or take a spring breakFirst you was hard, now you`re soft like a ice cream cakeTry to compete with the elite is a silly stuntHe`ll smoke the crossfader like a Philly bluntManifest skills on the wheels of steelThe one-man band never ran, and he never willHe`s a hitman, who`s gonna be the next hit?You wanna battle, you better bring your best shitCourage, heart, balls, cutsAfter all that you still get crushed like a wall nutDamn, the brother`s nice, I make em do a quicker sliceSendin em toy deejays back to Fisher PriceHard to categorize or analyzeThe way that he scratch leave deejays paralyzedCrisp and clean like a fully loaded magazineThe track is mean, he`s prepared to rag a teenDeejay Cee Just, he cuts, you couldn`t beat us Even if you were to cheat usStun ya, make you wonder how can he makeA record rag so much, he got the hands of fate(He`s Cee Just)Sharper than a straight blade are my rhyme skillsThey attack with the impact of a minefieldAnd I ain`t even started to get loose yetTurn up your Alpine, e.q. your gooseneckLadies say "aw!", fellas say "ho!"Prepare to undergo Lyrical surgery, you`re gonna get hit, slayedRhymes`ll crack your spine and bust your rib cageI can`t calculate the rappers I take outBefore the battle is through, most of them break outI never lose, I aim to winI`m just a rebel, killin like a Devil TasmanianTo take a deejay out is a bear taskWho`s def, he`ll make you lose your breath like tear gasJust, cut it up, cold smash the breakShow the people you possess the hands of fate

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