Текст песни Big Daddy Kane - Colors (soundtrack version)
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Verse One:Here I am . . . R-A-Wterrorist, here to bring trouble tophoney emcees, I move on and siezeI just conquer, and stomp another rapper with easeCause I`m at my apex and others are be-lownothing but a milliliter, I`m a kiloSecond to none, making emcees runAlso don`t try to step to me, cause I ain`t the oneI relieve rappers just like Tylenoland they know it, so I don`t see why you alltry to front, perpetrating a stuntwhen you know that I`ll smoke you up like a bluntI`m genuine like Gucci, raw like sushiThe Sage of Rage is what rap did to meTo make me want to create chaos and mayhemcold rock a party, until the A.M.I`ll make a muscle, grab the mike and hustlewhile you stand dazed and amazed, I`ll bust a little rhymewith authority, superiorityand captivate the whole crowd`s majorityThe rhymes I use definately amusebetter than Dynasty or Hill Street BluesI`m sure to score, endure for more without a flawCause I get RAW!Verse Two:I give a speech like a reverend, rappers start severinand in my lifetime, believe I`ve never been beatenor eaten, or just tookin outyou know, come to think about, I keep emcees lookin outAnd real nervous, when I`m at your serviceAlso give me that title boy, you don`t deserve thisI work like a slave to become a masterAnd when I say a rhyme, you know that it has tabe perfectly fitted, cause I`m committedthe entertainer and trainer and Kane`ll get with itI go and flow and grow to let you know, I`ll damage yaI`m not an amateur but a professional unquestionable, without a doubt superbAlso full of action, my name should be a verbMy voice will float, on every notewhen I clear my throat, that`s all she wroteThe minute that the Kane starts to go onbelieve it`s gonna be smooth sailing so sail onAs I put other rappers out of their miseryGet em in a battle and make them all historyRulin and schoolin, emcees that I`m duelinwatch em all take a fall, as I sit back coolinon a throne, with a bronze microphoneUhm, God bless the child that can hold his ownCause I get raw!Verse Three:chillin, killin like a villainthe meaning of RAW is Ready And Willingto do whatever is clever, take a loss neverAnd the rhymes I bust, comin off is a mustAnd I come off hard with rhymes that are oddI rip the microphone and leave it scarredNever smokin or hittin or takin a sniffOnly crushin emcees that be tryin to riffI get strong and titanic, do work like a mechanicmake emcees panic, they all get franticAnd skeptic, like a girl on a contraceptiveAs I rocked, but hey, what you expected?I`ll get raw for ya, just like a warriorrather like a samurai, and I;ll be damn if Iever let a Fisher-Price emcee hangtheir rhymes are toy, nothing but ying yangSo if we battle on the microphonebring your own casket and tombstoneAnd I`ma preach your funeral, tell me who in the worldcould ever come with more, I get RAW!