Текст песни Capital Tax - The Masha
Capital Tax - The Masha слова песни
Ahahahahahaha...Yes... the masha`s back (well alright!)And you don`t stop, and you don`t stopAnd you don`t stop to rock, keep onYeah, and you don`t stopYo I`m back in this shit, I`m back in it to win itSo check it as I spin it, yo[TMD]Beware beware, as the T starts to step upI kick shit like a soccer player just to keep my wreck upThe double decker, Treemania is what I`m causinMass hysteria so beware in your areafor it`s slick, can ya feel it and flip it and like Whip Itlike Devo, pull stunts like KenievelIt`s evil, when you see a brother like in actionThe Masha, rippin shit up, cause I`m TaxinThen askin, questions later the innovatorThe Total Mic Devestator just call me the motivatorAnd get down, to my mad ass rhythm sectionThen check the diction, cause rhymes cause frictionwhen I flex, holds more words than a rolodexGood like Chex, crazy fly like a RolexSo umm whatever you call it no time to stall itAiyyo, you best to like haul it and beware ofThe MashaChorus:The Masha, the Masha (repeat 4X)[TMD]Yeah, yeah, yo check it outI gives a damn like Uncle Sam, won`t sweat ya like SpamBut if ya try to flip, Kool Al tell him who I am(Len Robertson) yeah, you know umm, the mic scandalI gets nuff props, crazy plaques on my mantleMy rhymes, they soothe, comfy like a sandalAnd plus, I goes the long mile as if a camelUh-huh, uh, the funky rhyme kicker can you dig itAnd I could give a damn about a racist or a bigotSo swing it to KKK and all you phoniesI mash on that ass so bump my tape like in your SonyNo baloney, the rhyme style kid, is back to wreck itMic check it, so you best to like respect itSloppy hip-hop, your definitionFlippin them styles, and stompin niggaz asses that be dissinAnd then we`re out of there, gone fishinI swear, so suckaz beware, yeah, ofThe MashaChorus[TMD]Uhh, yeah, yeah, yeahYo bring that beat, bring that beat back check it, check itWhen I step in the arena, hookers fiend tasee the Tza wax like Pledge, then shake my funky dreadsOn the freestyle, (shiiiiit) rip the topicAnd just like padlocks, the master has to lock it on upLike the nappy fros that I sportAnd niggaz musta thought that the master took shortsbut, give me a cartoon, a comic that`s a funnyCuz I can give a shit how ya feel like Al Bundy (ewwwww)But yet I hits the spot like a sundae on a TuesdayBut trick ass niggaz, they can`t fool meBut check it, I gots more cents than four quartersa dollar, make all the tramps scream and holleras I vic em (hoo, hah, T stick em)Yo pass the mic cause jackasses I`ma kick emDead in they chin and leave a snaggletooth grinAnd then, hop in the Ac and take a spin withThe MashaChorus[TMD]Aiyyo, last but not least ya can`t convict like GottiBack again ta spin that looney kid rocks the partySo all aboard my train or git soaked like spongesby the rowdy, rough riff-raff up out the dungeonThe Lab, I peel suckaz off like scabsAnd leave shit bloody, as if Maxi-PadsMoms and dads, close friends and all cousinsI`m out to fly heads, and the nigga ain`t bugginSo watch ya step or stay pep like a rallyCuz I can shake it, like Andre is up in CaliThe Valley, but don`t shake a nigga with a forkas I guzzle a quart, to Freak the Tales like $hortWith pleasure, then clock crazy dough like a beggarYa lag, ya lose, but betcha ass I won`t let upGutter sniper get outta pocket with the piperI swear, I`m back, so bewareChorus (continues until fades)