Текст песни A Tribe Called Quest - Phony Rappers
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Intro: Kamaal (Q-Tip)Phony rappers who do not writePhony rappers who do not excitePhony rappers, check it out, aightVerse One: Kamaal (Q-Tip)Yo, I was riding the trainAnd this Puerto Rican kid said simple and plainLet`s battle - it kinda took me by surprisedCuz the brother was moving wit his eyes on the prizeI said screw it, I ain`t got nuttin to lose but umBut I got to do this shit real quick so umHurry up kid, bust your joints and then I`ll bust mineAnd I be out cuz I got to see this hottie, he said okNow check it, check it out, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, that`s what he saidThen I came back and just fucked up his headCuz yo, he thought an MC who was seen on TVCouldn`t hold the shit down in New York CityAiyyo, I showed his ass, then I went off on my taskTo bless her ass Uptown, real MC`s will hold it downYea, yea, sonny, to the beat like thatYou wanna bring it to me, where you atVerse Two: Phife DawgYes, dread, I had a similiar situationWhen this kid tried to tell me I didn`t deserve my occupationHe said I wasn`t shit that I was soon to fallI looked him up and down, grab my crotch and said ballsOf course he tried to bring it on the battling tipAy, you know me, you know I had to come out my shitTrying to lounge at the mall, meet Skef and Mr WaltonFinally I banged his ass wit the verbal assaultHe said a rhyme about his .45 and his nickelbags of weedThat`s when I preceeded to give him what he neededTalking `bout I need a Phillie right before I get loosePoor excuse, money please, i get loose off of orange juicePreferly Minute Maid cuz that`s exactly what it takesTo write a rhyme, huh, to school your nickels and your dimesBecause an MC like me be on TVDon`t mean I can`t hold my shit down in NYCPhony rappers who do not writePhony rappers who do not excitePhony rappers, you know they typePhony rappers, check itVerse Three: Phife, ConsequenceIt seems there`s a sanitation, y`all full of thrash talkerSounding good but money can you feed the dog hawkerTalking `bout your mic days and your breakdancingNot enhancing, you sound tiredOh, shit, I didn`t know you like to play yourself in front`cha friendsSitting there, lying to no endMC`s for me make things happeningTalk about a world but in a form of rappingWho will be the captain of this shipIf it goes down, don`t you know you have to go wit itJust because you rhyme for a couple of weeksDoesn`t mean that you`ve reach the MC`s peakLet me stop sounding all bitterGhetto child, never be a quitterBut don`t be a phony in the litterTake it as a letter from the betterTake it from a man who used to rhyme in busted ass jetta`sC: Yo, Phife, you need a condomP: Word to God, mess around I catch AIDS from MC`s being on my nuts too hardC: Cuz on my blvd you better bring your bodyguardP: And what`s your blvdC: LP, I represent naturallyP: So don`t step on the rolly if you know that you`re phony Or else I bend that ass like elbow macaroni Cuz I gotta keep it real (gotta keep it real) A Tribe Called Quest, you see we never half stepC: (So on your mark) get ready, MC`s be jetti Me and Phifey be on ya like Veronica and Betty Archie, Jughead, snuffing Mc`s From Brainslane down to HempsteadP: Yes `Quence, see over His rhyme style is older that a Chrysler Cordoba I`m wilder then the cats from Arizona Villanova, un, un, Kentucky Whos` the next MC stepping up to try and bust me Bring him here and boy, will I ever let him have itC: And when it comes to the microphone, don`t even try to grab it What?