Текст песни 7L and Esoteric f Count Bass D, J-Live - Rules of Engagament
7L and Esoteric f Count Bass D, J-Live - Rules of Engagament слова песни
[Intro]*scratching* One two, one twoFor those who do not know, once againFor those who do not know, once again(yo, check it yo)[J-Live]Aiyyo it`s somethin` like a twilight zone epicRookies in the hall of fame vets gettin` hazedHas the world gone crazed?Like, fatal flesh wounds when you just got grazed orWalkin` up and point blank shot from a twelve guageThere`s no respect for the rules of engagementProducers know nothin` of arrangementEmcees with five figure deals and never got up on the stage yetKnowin` that they styles haven`t properly aged yetConsider these, casualties in the war between art and industryFought in the streets, so nobody sells out in vainIt just makes us work harder, on these dope rhymes and beatsKnowin` either side ever admits defeatAnd screams treason at the first sign of retreatIt`s like a never endin` struggle in this box of chocolatesIt show that even though you got flavor ain`t nothin` sweetHook:For those who do not know, once againFor those who do not know, once again[Esoteric]Eighty nine was the time that I started catchin` wreckI had my hair in steps with a fresh pair of sweatsThey were rules to abide by, you couldn`t slide byRappin` in tye-dye claimin` that you sci-fiBut nowadays people clap even if you`re wackNo wonder everbody wants to rapThese underground cats think they`re downThey don`t know a damn thingThese rock dudes tryna rap cause they can`t singYou don`t shoot a gun before, learnin` how to use itYa don`t shoot ya mouth off before learnin` the musicI stay fly, the rules still applyBridge: *scratching of the line*"let me tell you the reason why""Wanna know why, I`ll tell ya why""Because of my vocals""I told y`all here they come now""Now let me hear my man...[Count Bass D]First give it up to God he the head of my lifeBlessed are the peace thought makersThe freight burners the paint hoffersThe old school jungle green usersThe stop cap rockers, the S-P trunk hatersBeat`s so hot use a tong not my tongue it speaks impurityFuck Debbie, plus in blood like CarrieThey`re all gonna laugh at youI know why Donny did a swan dive off the EssexYa claim inspiration, but still can`t play shitTalkin` bout you workin` on a symphonyAnd can`t even play the tympaniWalls of asbestos filled with the best dustPower station of the connection the wizard of OzMixmaster nuff weed deejay pound cakeThe brick mason, prime minister V.C. Burn LNow what is my moniker?, come late like HanukkahJohnny come lately, sometimes still crave-styPac Man go ank-bank, stang like CubaMore pickups than Hoover, more run than SubaThe funky dope maneuver, my field is holyNew duva, shook in JudahWho the fuck wanna test me?Captain Kenny Clark Gillespy, hold the vest BWe gon`t throw some hands in this sectionUhh it`s like that, Count Bass...