Текст песни DJ Krush f Black Thought - Zen Approach
DJ Krush f Black Thought - Zen Approach слова песни
* currently only available in Japan or as an import(Verse 1)Yo, yo, you wasn`t payin` attention, I`m henchman, hit the entranceTrenchin`, wasn`t no means, a interventionA dollar bill will make a hundred-ten Yen sonHow much you willing to sacrifice to win, huh?I personally have paid mine and then someClimbed up an inch at a time, now who the Zen oneIf not self, whom else could you depend onFriends gon` swear it`s aight, and probably been wrongI`ve got them battlefield dents in my armorA twitch from the drama, the trees, and bad KarmaBut yo, I`m a precision, proceed ya preformerWe operate every night, and leave in the morningTo get you high as a kite is the reason you wantedIt`s like, a direct flight from freezing to burning hot shitThe audience fiend for this fixAnd Krush come with the guillotine for this mix yo...[Various soft-spoken words from Black Thought](Verse 2)Yo, who got they fingers on the carousel, locked in positionIt`s got to be my guy, the turntable tacticianYou all in a hush, silent, trying to listenYou wanna feel this realness, that reads "spittin"It got ya head, splits ya eyes, can`t stop twitchin`The only thing that you can do is rock to the rhythmThought puttin` down, cuz he`s the world-reknownedSee me lickin` rhymes, trappin` like I`m firing roundsAnd um, you in tune to this infinite soundAnd um, the revolution poppin` off right now I make you raise ya fist, raise and I`m proudRaise ya fifth, and bust it at the flag like BLOWYou fuck-boy niggas tryin` to keep it on a hushBut Black Thought spit it cuz you people want the rushYou feel? That`s why the audience fiend for this fixAnd Krush come with the guillotine for this mix yo...[Various soft-spoken words from Black Thought](Verse 3)Yo, I got that renaissance, turn-of-the-century chokeAnd I`ma do the people right if y`all just give me the voteWe feel to ride, hit `em high, Krush just give me the ropeSee all the porcelain chase cats gettin` the brokeOne at a time, now best focus on who the dimeWhen your blade`s sharp as mine and people want you to rhymeAnd want you to spill, for me it`s not nothin` for realMe and my man run at your band yo we tough on the willHe`ll blow ya mind like bustin` the steel I give the crowd somethin to feelThis sound got the power to healIt`s like The Green Mile, now I need an hour to chillA quarter a kill, the bird while patrolling the fieldI`m puttin` rappers out cold I done rocked from Tokyo to the North Pole Whenever my man program the passcode y`all receive the fistAiyo Krush come with the guillotine for this mix yo...[Various soft-spoken words from Black Thought]