Текст песни Erick Sermon f Keith Murray, Redman, Sy - Now Whut`s Up
Erick Sermon f Keith Murray, Redman, Sy - Now Whut`s Up слова песни
[Keith Murray]Yo - now when you hear the name Keith Murray don`t think violenceThat`s nonsense, me and Meth, put that to silenceI`m a product of the streets master of the breaks and beatsLyrically headstrong and can`t be beatTriple-minded mentally-combineded underground pirateMicrophone tyrant, always comin sidewaysand topsy turvy, lyrical crash-up derbyCome, Filthy McNasty, pretty gritty dirty (uh-huh)Lyrical sayin MC slayin, "Hip Hop Quotable"Unquotable sociable thirty-eight caliber style swayinOpen your mind to visualize what I`m sayinThe products of the streets don`t be playinIt`s a bloody ambush like a dirty douche in ya tushwhen I push push up in ya bushSuperstar status, break off beats the baddestStyle`s the baddest, bring extra clips to stop the madness[Chorus: Erick Sermon]Yo, we in the place - now what`s up?DJ pick up the pace - now what`s up?Gyrate, feel the bass - now what`s up?What the deal, huh - now what`s up?[Erick Sermon]Aiyyo we ain`t playin fair no more, there`s somethin new in storeA +Hot Boy+ but not from the _504_New technique to rock the mic, uhLyrical "Blade" sharp like Wesley and N`Bushe WrightSoundbombin - could be a catastrophe, uhWhen NASA blast off, Flex blast off meE-vincible, rap round your left ventricleSo let`s be sensibleE tempermental, quick to dismember youWyclef that "November" youThey wish they can do (uh) what I can doIf you could switch brains you would, wouldn`t you?My style is Mike, Vince, EarvinJordan, Carter, Julius, servinMC`s at will I`m trickery, Lou ain`t stickin meA curveball, Mark ain`t hittin me[Chorus][Redman]Yo, rapid gunfire destroy ya boys and unemploy somePut the headphones on your kid like Castor Troy`s sonDarts`ll damage ya dogs, where the U-Haul in my truckThe camera installed, hand upon my ballsCall the morgue I`m killin `emEven Kyle is not feelin `em when I drill `em with skills of ten EminemsYou feminine, don`t even call my nameI stay locked down walkin with a ball and chainPut the mac where you tongue at, I don`t thatThese young cats`ll get thumbtacked and sent where Big Pun atSmoke so much the doc asked where my lung atI took it out to stash my gun, son run thatPop mega shit, I pop mega clipsFuck a system, I keep the heat where your Sega sitThen I bang the controller, `til the game say overIn the Bricks we`ll stick ya when ya plane lays over[Chorus][Sy Scott]Yo, y`all know meManiacs and addicts add it, at itVenomous addict snakebiter, I the, at itCause I`m a little odder, at itIn the Ac` with the aircraft and then leave inactiveMy, alter-ego make niggaz alter their egosI flow and turn the East coast to one big creep showSouth premisy, Filthy-delphia pistol bangersPistol changin, pistol banginI lift metal like LithuaniansTwo-thousand nail me Sy Scott rap`s new insanianIt`s humane punish ya mayn`til no skeletal remains remain remain mainly mainto bitten manmade disease that`s made by manCrackin the DNA code to see how God made manI storm the mainland, scare MC`s like slavehandsPut microchips in they wristbands and make `em raindanceLay hands like Mike StrahandPuttin ya face and hands in Ace bandsTryin to lift more than ya waistbandI travel every shinin sea, sea and landto finally see when niggaz landIn the error era wherever, forever no errorEasily cut niggaz careers down like everEver forever and ever, don`t you everfuck with Sy, Khi and Erick when we come together, what?