Текст песни Drastic Measures f Cappadonna - Taking Drastic Measures
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[Intro: Drastic Measures #1 (Cappadonna)]Yo Cap, put down that blunt sonYo God, speak on them corpses God(Vanglorious, Cappadonna, worldwide vocabulary groceries1996, before bio-chips, protect ya forehead and ya handThird world society, Cappachino, foreverDrastic Measures) Flip me some of that old Wu-Gambino[Cappadonna]I politic, anti-dustic, Donna take drasticI smashed it, wack rap niggaz, we open casketsToo many crossed, picture me lost, I roll with more forceMy resume`, top secret, deep like CIAThe whole area +Under Siege+, my slang is bugged out with steezIt`s the attack of new era rap, Cappa stay strappedPark Hill forever, plus Orlando on the same mapMy man look, don`t eat pork kid, danger like New York kidRZ` bomb, Jay bomb tracks from on a pyramidDrastic Measur-nation, the world classic legislationThird world order, third world cyber creation[Chorus 3X]"True to the game" "Donna take drastic" -> Cappadonna (3X)"Initials untammed for you and your crew.." "Drastic.."[Drastic Measures #2]Wiz was poor, the scream, so ya need to waitDial-tone, ya hate, but, they become ya faceMakes, contemplate, checkmate, it`s too lateGot, quick lock, crime time, slot box, tooWho knew, that the Drastic crew and Cappadonna-Wuwould have rappers call in sick like they had the flu?UPS barcode that`ll bass box movesFoes and hoes knows the Drastic rulesBut no, it don`t hold, the productivity still flowsStrick full calls at the man at the standsWannabe jacks at hand but ain`t nothin at handThey rockin, pop-lockin, stoppin all competitors from talkinMy glock slot won`t stop `til I reach the topThat`s my mot` hot when my pot lock off the rock[Chorus][Drastic Measures #2]Number one, I`m the hot star rasta hiphopsterWealthy rock star eatin pastaI work that crack off by mantaining my posturePleasureable heterosexual asexual individualToo busy thinkin about openin up fat ass resta-viewsSlicin up silly suckers with violent gimmick tricksI`m doin backflips, Van Damme kicks and plummetsLike roundhouse, hut, hut, hut, huh, Duece BiggaloUpside ya head, out goes ya toothSpit out and shut up, cuz once ya broke I really get looseI`m rackin wack rappers on Belgian benches so check it outFeatherweight, I press that booty up like a recordYea, I don`t mean to talk about 9 glocksCuz you can`t MC like I MC, how I MCWho am I? The original, more corruptI`m just the man shinin new lights on ya brainNew school with a twist, yo true to the game[Chorus][Outro: Cappadonna]Maintainin, politicin, Drastic styleComin with that street slang mentalityYou know what time it is, Drastic.. kid..