Текст песни Funkytown Pros - Def Do Us Part
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You seem hungry--time for your four basic food groupsUnderstand the knowledge, wisdom, plus the damn truthTrapped on the realm bald, the object is survivin`Your realistical leads, day by day I`m dyin`Say I was gone, but rhymin`, I didn`t do `emMake sure the coffin is closed, `cause I be cryin` embalmin` fluidNo way it can be, K Born had it planned, seeFunkytown will take over the whole damn Planet EThe mic`s my life, savor the rhymes I writeFavor no one, I guess I`m the only one who gave youLyrics to keep you full, keep your bullI ain`t lyin` or strivin` to pullGivin` up because to shut the commercial suckers upSecond too late, reckon you hate quarrelin`I`m on tomorrow, man, it`s all night, hell up in HarlemAnd you`ll sleep forever, bless you I mayFlip the damn down lever `cause you`re full of sinNo repentance, your sentenced to eternityI`ll keep flamin` `til you scream, "Stop burnin` me!"I serve your heart, Dev will play his partAnd, yo, def do us part"The path we have chosen is full of hazards...and one path we shall neverchoose...the path of surrender.""Funkytown Foundry: Boiwundah, Devastatin`, K Born, FreestyleManslaughter, H2, and Eternity."We can become managers, walkin` through your ear canalWhen Dev plays your drum, yo, I chill a whileBack on a mission, you seem to be all reconditionedBut as I climb your cerebrum, it looks like there`s somethin` missin`We gotta fix that--Dev, hand me a trackDon`t get scared, when we take notes, we`ll put it backOh, my gosh--you were brainwashed to act wackThanks to Funkytown now you`re programmed to act BlackSave me old label tips, I won`t play back on table rimsReincarnate what was really rippled and words from my lipsNot a letter, more edit, I read it, I said it, forget itNo use of the brain, such a shame, you should be beheadedLaughin` at those who hated my rhymes for being so complicatedScientists are ionized, they don`t believe we originatedWhen I`m deceased, I make sure you remember meDipped in gold label as a statue of Black libertyRap warrior who didn`t leave his life aloneA beat, a style, and a microphoneHip-hop: the art, and I play it smartAnd, yo, def do us part