Текст песни Black Moon - Fuck it Up
Black Moon - Fuck it Up слова песни
[Buckshot]Call me, hits and say jack, cause I get no punaniFlippin` a script, leaving the sucker ducks behind meI`m a threat to poetry, you know it`s meWhen you see brothers, running around, here now Duck DownHere comes the Buckshot ShortySwingin` tracks, with more rhythm and blues then Berry GordyDoing damage, when I vanish an MC, and picture the dreamI`m a warrior, not Freddy Kruger Part ThreeSlap that wack shit, you can face your arraignmentLife, I think you need some edutainmentTry to slave my mind frame, you catch a spazasmDamn I feel good like a long awaited orgasmI blow up like a nigga who doing life in jailBut failed, kick back and drink an LYeah, I`m the man that control with thisRun with a crew, and in my mind I`m a soloistI don`t walk, but verbally break xThat`s why I got nuff respect, in this professionBut all punk sucker ducks, still don`t know the answerto the question[Chorus 2x: Buckshot]How we gonna fuck it up? (Yo, it`s fucked up)How we gonna fuck it up? (Yo, it`s fucked up)How we gonna fuck it up? (Yo, it`s fucked up)How we gonna fuck it up? (Yo, it`s fucked up)[Buckshot]Here I come, with the mic in my rightTo get paid, plus raid the lime lightFor any MC, that`s so called, gets the propsI rock hip hop, non stop, to give notsI`m the man, the originalStraight from Crown Heights, my life`s subliminalMake my mark then spark, intellect, you`ll findAnd give insight to the blindI manifest the best when I step throughFive deadly styles, but I don`t do kung fuGive me the tool and I go buckwildBitches and niggaz on my dick because I`m versatileSo if you bite, I`ll ignite the dynamiteBattle words, and battles gone, but I`m not that typeBut I get hype, when I write to a formatProduced by Evil Dee, so now it`s all thatWatch your back, cause I attackAnd if you ain`t down with Beatminerz, yourwig-wig-wack[Chorus 2x][Buckshot]Lyrical genius, mic Mr. WonderfulI grab the mic and make it turn like a run-doKnown to poetic, to terrorize, listenThis is a call to other mc`s, time to televiseA smooth black brother on the rap sceneDoing my best to manifest to the fiendThat I can finesse, and excel beyond any dopeGuaranteed to turn the party outI light shit up like a professional mob hitNo competition, cause the rest is garbageYeah, I`m not the one to get playedSo back up off my dick, before I spark my renegadeLyrical melodies are chosenI revise the travel, cause the rest had `em dozin`Off, I`m the boss, don`t forget itWhen I rip it and stick it, manifest to the wickedAnd wow, I don`t smile when I catch wreckFuck the body blows, I`m going straight for the neck[Chorus 2x]