Текст песни Cappachino (Cappadonna) f U-God - If It`s Alright With You
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[Cappadonna]Yeah, `96 Park Hill styleBurial ground sound, in it forever dunnPoliticHere we come, right through your eardrum DunnCherry-head catch, feel the draft of the oxYou catch one, trying to pretend you gonna winHeadlock, show the block kid counterattackDunn of mine stay connect, 4th Disciple trifeAin`t nuthin ice cream, kid you get blown like steamPark Hill Projects, the black Idi AminNinety-six era, not the crossover leverChain swinger talk swing, probably wardrobe kingSo what now? Industry kids`ll lock it downOnly too loyal, dustin and then they`re there for youYou wanted to enter 36 in the soilMy technique is speak, have you knocked out weakForever in it, my slang dick goes so deepThirsty for hip-hop, Staten Isle` niggaz can`t stopRunnin wild like a child til we reach the topStapleton, New Brighton, and West Brighton the harborConnect, me for vet, Don King and a techThug cats`ll get done up on black man`s sun upCap the imperial, bring out new materialYou hold me down, analyze all cherry-headWu is in town, catch the hand-offPrepare for my dancehall standoffMercy when I come blow your mic hand off, sorry I touched himHere they come again through customsMad ways to dead the wax, one way to bust himChorus:If it`s alright with you, it`s alright with meWe can take this rap game to a higher degreeWe can do this Spike Lee or how you want it to beCheck it, Golden Arms plus new Cappadon`[U-God]These 99 powerful circlin swordsImpact from all the heat dug deep and locked onChip off the bone, hard face and hard fistsChop off your option, have you felt a neck twistCassette disc and wrist, meltdown your pistol mistBurnt to a crisp, bombaded my pistol gripTongue gripped the nigga, raw tone the jawboneLeaning tower Pisa sounds off the Mars zoneChef dropped that bomb, the takeout will still lingerTwenty crazy christians, to lock in hole and heat upWho the finger rap singer with hip layers of phlegmCaused by blunt smoke, heart disease plays the friendI ran out emotion, my rap style`s devotionI got hosts for you Soviet peoples across the oceanMy path releases, volcanic ashesEngage in the page activity is autographicsFraction of my bustin microphones start to lust andWords plays over power practice might bust emThe black male persuasion known to hunt you for SatanThe Big Apple verbal concert was the occasionThe vital snap, now insert my spinal tapI got forty more swipes to pipe, thirty slappedThe power from the cram broke the bottom of the panWith Earth Wind & Fire, ice water dead gramsAmerican hustler up and comin with a vengeanceMakes no magnet charge, plug vivid my extensionOne lesson motivation for my pistol profestationSlang person nailed now we move on a motationLocation, point-blank, on point be the vesselPolitic the defecit measure, point the decibleWe`re credible, renaissance, eatin off the barrelAdvanced chemo, die hard to my demoChorus