Текст песни Blackalicious - Cheezit Terrorist
Blackalicious - Cheezit Terrorist слова песни
Fee fi fo fum, I smell the blood of a rapper that`s wackas a matter of fact, I smack a back of the style, jackets are nowmellow minced, defeatin the mentalAnd become Gentle as Ben, but then they stibble and dribbleand bend like a pencilThe only utensil I got, is brain powerAnd you know it`s essential I rock, I rain showerssleet snow and raise hella eyebrows with my stylesYou`re wondering how wildWhen what where, made ladies so hornythey can`t even be showin they butt bareLook up there, beside the birds the planets the hawkthe rappers who talk the mo` shitI`m makin em walk the plank they stank I`m takin they rankthey tossed tiddlewinks I`m playin em like that gameI`m gunnin and rackin and packin em upand I`m runnin this here rap thangMain, you wanna go to war, I`ll take youI physically break you, when I break throughI`m makin you fake crew, you made a mistake foolI hate you MC`s, I`ll grate you like cheeseI may choose to squeeze, my pencilAnd write out a couple of rhymes Whooooaaaa, whooa my goodness!!! Are we slaughterin, is this just slaughter MC night? Or somethin man, what is this? Is this all the aggression you ever had?How many MC`s must get ripped, before By says don`t flip with the GiftYou know? That`s what I`m talkin boutHow many MC`s must get dismissedBefore somebody says, don`t trip with the Gift*laughter*You know, it`s all goodKP and SloganMasters in the house, the Cheezit TerroristAnd we chillin at 90.3 we got thirteen minutes leftAnd then we got Brenda Short, and her records