Текст песни Dom PaChino f Lord Superb - I Got Music
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[Intro: Dom PaChino (Lord Superb)]It`s like everything I think about I jot down (That`s right!)My week.. distortedYo.. come on man! (Aiyo)Ya fuckin` wit the Terrorist now (It`s him) Falling Down on the trizack (It`s P.R.)`Bout to get ya backYo aiyo yo.. (The Wu is back.. The Arm`, the Team, yo yo)[Dom PaChino]It`s like everything I think about I jot downMy week distorted, combust and cause a glide soundTo say the least, my best is yet to comeEvery since the tender age of young, never thought to be a vete-ranVeteran makin` niggaz run, still trapped in the slumsJums under my tongue, razor blade in my gumsThought he was real but he sunglike the bitch-ass I thought he was from his first impressionHe had a weed session, but he need lessonsPlus he need life, he dealin` with deathSuckin` on his last breath, like a pacifierThugs for hire, fake thugs expireTried to call me a liar, but the truth is in the cypherLike the proof is in the Port and niggaz in the hoodedActin` like Dwight Gooden, insane hoodlumsDomination, elected in the hoods, inaugerationThoughts be racin, facin` the fear like NARC`s erasin`Stationed in an undisclosed locationKeep food for thought, plus keep the thoughts in activation (Wu!)My eyes chinky like an AsianBlazin` radio stations `cross the nationRemain patient, plus ready like rotationPoker face durin` interrogationKnow what you facin`, like a bad situationNiggaz become erased whenthe God demonstrates his skill, beyond a record dealCheckered steel specs with icy fronts in the grillA neckless is reckless, respect explicit next shitHangin` out the Coupe like ya should`ve expected itThe Terrorist, on this mic piece, I disconnected itHang that shit up, son![Interlude: Lord Superb]Emperbalism, come on!Yo.. get that shit together.Get that shit together.Aiyo aiyo.. it`s crazyYo yo yo.[Lord Superb]Jumped out the Hooptie, caked up experienceLike "Who wanna battle?" Say ya words, don`t play with PerbVerbs is murder, emergency, words is waterBattle for ice, MC`s I will freeze ya career!Torture, first enflamed, Rakim taught yaThen Kane, then it was the Wu/Biggie/Nas eraGhost the protege, who holds life, we be thebest MC`s to bring these niggaz to a close.[Outro: Lord Superb]Holla! We big.. aiyo.Aiyo Dom! We back! Get my rhyme book!I got another dart.. for the next pieceIt don`t matter.. who want it? {*echoes*}They don`t make it.Oh.. I thought so.Wu.. Tang.. we back! "I got the music with me.. yeeeeeah! yeeeah!" - sampled singer (x2)