Текст песни Chubb Rock -  Reputation   
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[KRS-One] 
Can we hear the track please.. 
BLAOW!  Who are we?  (We..)  {Reputation!} 
Who are we?  (We..)  {Reputation!} 
Only the best touch the microphone 
(One two, check one two) You know whassup 
Chubb Rock, KRS-One, get `cha mind blown 
Now we gon` talk about.. {Reputation!} 
.. your reputation 
(It`s about to blow.. shit`s about to blow big) 
Reputation  {Reputation!} 
(Mental countdown)  {Reputation!} 
Lyrical skills we bring for the nation 
(We have liftoff)  Chubb Rock come down! 
 
[Chubb Rock] 
I am the big time figure, the bass drum hitter 
The I am what I am rogueish nigga 
A flow like lava, to heat up the chatta 
Heat up ya mat`ta, then go stick her daughter 
I oughta, Joe Cocker your opera 
Crowd rock ya, I make you scream "Oooh ah ah!" 
I, indubital mental big head 
Praying for a battle if ya battle, you`re dead 
Get diesel, I do ya like they did Bugsy Siegal 
I`m on the mic and Kris is really on the me-tal 
Cuttin, backspinnin and recuttin 
Your english bugged so you can`t do me nuttin 
Laced up lyrics and the beat real tight 
Your song is wrong and I get focused right 
with the EQ, be who, be you 
When you`re trying to be me, you and your crew 
Just stop, before the shit gets too hot 
You need respect - just to get a rep 
 
[KRS-One] 
Tra la la la la la la la lay 
We the freshest deejay in America today, hey hey! 
Tra la la la la la la la lay 
We the freshest deejay, in America today - hey hey! 
 
[Chubb Rock] 
Well the lyrics of my peers have changed course here`s 
platinum LP`s, the subject is to swear, yeah! 
And who wears what and what, fashion is up 
and which designer cut is more corrupt 
It`s an open and shut case, no ill look is on my face 
while the bass growls, profound nouns buy a vowel 
I`m concerned because, "You Must Learn" 
before you croak, I`ve been dope since I was sperm 
Sellin records, but of course with no return 
On the mic you know I burn baby {*inhales*} 
With your beats you know you have no respect 
Kids haven`t walked wild since "Go Stet" 
And I bet when they stage rock they get booed 
They need qualuudes to get crude and extra rude 
The spirits have haunted your lyrics so I slept 
Got nuff Z`s, tryin to get a rep 
 
[KRS-One] 
If you thinkin that it`s KRS you wanna take out 
You better reroute quick you got it, all wrong 
See when I grab the microphone career is finished 
You better reroute quick you got it, all wrong 
I do not mean to diss you but we simply are the best ones 
And you can call him Chubb or you can call me KRS-One 
Either way you`ll get done, anywhere, any one 
Me and lyrics one ton, straighten up and choose one SON 
In nineteen-ninety-sess, KRS is in his peak`n 
You will weaken and collapse like Michael at the (?) 
You talk more ish than a senator 
You can`t last, just call me enema, cause I`ll be in that 
ass-teroid, heaven to merkatroid 
I`m that 6L microphone holdin humanoid 
Psychological like Sigmund Freud 
But I get annoyed, cause these rappers have no brain 
These hardcore rappers crack me up like cocaine 
They got no skill or game 
They sound like that commercial that be sayin 
"Ask for Minoxonil, with Rogaine" 
True skills I will explain 
The T`Cha breaks the campaign down plain 
 
{People always talk about..} 
Complete blowout, complete blowout {Reputation!} 
Check, complete blowout {Reputation!} 
{People always talk about..} 
"Now I understand what they`re talkin about" {Reputation!} 
"Now I understand what they`re talkin about" {Reputation!} 
"Now I understand what they`re talkin about"