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Текст песни Diaz Brothers f Matrix and A-Butta - Keep Pouring

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[Matrix & A-Butta talking]Yeah, let me destroy the mic device(Natural Elements)Make my (uhh) electrical connection(mic device gets destroyed, mic device gets destroyedlet me destroy the mic device)[Matrix]Sometimes I wish I could stop the world from spinning and step outof itKick it off it`s axis and stagger these rappers off balanceBut instead I challenge, by pourin` advance skills by the gallonsI am, no one has a chance a-gainst this a-mazingA-L-L action, also instead of babbling like gossiping bitchesswallowing final wishesThen hard-rock dreams, of crack cream from fiendsI verbally break-up emcees like disfunctional familiesSo get with this different mix, like seeds from interractial relationshipsI draw crowds, at the same time, I erase kidsI discriminate like a racist a-gainst these basiclyricists that are cleaning out my wax, clogging my ears up withTasteless tunes, flavorless buffoons, that are talkativeSkills far from walkative, when it comes to battlin`I don`t give a fuck like a virgin practicin` sexual abstinenceCuz in my eyes, your presence makes no appearance like absentstudentsWho went to join the uneducational rookies playin` hookyWith those perpetratin` niggas going bananas, influenced by cannabisYour far from notorious, far from victorious, far from glamorousFar from glorious, niggas waste timeTellin fictious stories of what they pack on they waist-lineWhile I occupy minds, but leaving these rappers one up like hand-me-downsI slam these clowns, permanently, and leave competition on the hushlike a suburban libraryI`m a perfect candidate, nominatin` for dominatin` these toy thugsPackin` a ?fort? gun, and a clip full of fakes shootin` full of shit bullets[Chorus]Sometimes I wish I could stop the world from spinning and step outof itKick it off it`s axis and stagger these rappers off balanceBut instead I challenge, by pourin` advance skills by the gallonsKeep pourin`, keep, keep pourin`(X2)[A-Butta]Yo, I pray to God for all my enemiesI squeeze my vocal chords until my voice box lets out hypnoticmelodiesAnd keep my eyes chinky like Vietnamese inhalin` treesBelieve in faith and wisdom, and stay away from SatanismI abuse those who choose to use forms of plagiarismWorship me like Paganism, don`t decieve my brain with izmA & Matrix got in on lock, so count your days in prisonI don`t care what niggas say, this nigga A will live the dayThe simple way, true lyrics, no need to let the trigger sprayRetaliate and strike back as like I was a ricochetMatter of fact I just let my lyrics say who`s A-ButtaWhile others try to figure ways to discoverHow true brothas master factsAnd how many heads my rap attractsCounter-attack the raps like cataracts with eyesightGet in the Zone deeper than Twilight when I grab the mic tightWhat I write tonight will bring hip-hop back to it`s originsWhile mortal men, stay delicate like porcelainLyrics get sicker than the mind of Dr. KevorkianMy thoughts are blendin` in, like camouflage war terrainI torture your brain, scorchin` flames when I call ya nameHip-hop is sure to change, and when it does I`m sure my nameWill probably run through your vein, I shine like polyurethaneWhat`s contained inside my brain, I constantly put crews to shameThen you wonder who`s to blame, when you the main reasonThat I hear ?jums? speakin`, leave ya eardrums bleedin`When I hear drum`s beatin`, the surface of my cerebrumPenetrates like a parasite sounds to shatter lites (satelites)(All day, all night) Lyrical syllables I sacrificeOn this mic device I get slicker than Andrew DiceAnd switch ya style like hermaphrodites, from models to dykesWhy do rappers say they rappers when they all rap alike?To me that`s nonsense, that`s why I drops sense when I grab the micAnd go through those rhymes like po-nine through traffic lightsMy rap ignites insight which will paralyze spinesTranquilize lines, lyricism gratifies minesSome niggas laugh at my rhymes, but half of the time they ignorantInsignificant fake hip-hop hipocrites, illiterateExquisite lyrics get deep to the touchGet that crust out of your eyes, you been sleepin` too muchYou killed my people enough, in this forbidden industryWhich to me is the epitome of what we call wickedryAnd misery, me, myself & I blessin` trinityTest me lyrically and end up, critically woundedBless tunes with scriptures that were written in cuneiformMy flow is legendary similar to myths of unicornPo-nine is really swine disguised in uniformYou been born into a world with no axis, A & Matrix with no practice,Our flow tactics will put rappers below averageWhile I stay above the curveShowdowns with pronouns, plus I make love to verbs

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