Текст песни Grandmaster Caz - Ego Trip * The Big Playback
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..* Ego Trip`s "Book of Rap Lists"; p. 44 + 54 *..[Verse One]Brace yourself soloists, duos, triosIt`s the captain of "Hay dios mio!"In Spanish, or English, I had to bring thisAnd I know that you probably think thisis a joke, so laugh, sleep on me snoreFeel the wrath of a giant, like never beforeReturned to the environment to see where the fire wentI`m not sixty-five, I`m not retirinA legend in the old school, better todayI bust a sucker in a battle, the same old wayI did when I used to, I got the juice toPut the best you got against and they`ll lose tothe Grandest-master, the Pope and the pastorThe judge and jury and if you think I am a rasta--farian or Jamaican, you`re mistakinI specialize in rappin, and flakinon sucker MC`s, and wannabeezBeat me in a battle? Nigga please!?!Ain`t no one better than, the rap veteranAnd this here is just another feather inmy cap, because my rapIt sing to the beat, just like a hi-hatYou can try your damndest, to understand thisShowtime is at two, to see the Grand-est![Verse Two]I don`t like to boast that I`m better than mostBut if you try to get beside yourself, I`ll roast youand your boy, or any MC toyif you think you think that you can mess with the Real McCoy!You gotta be great, to try to ratewith the hall of fame rhymes, that I createAnd even if you can, they`re still a flash in the pancompared to the way I am when the mic`s in my handMC`s I`ll romp - they ain`t no comp!And when they try to get familiar - I stomptheir mouth because, I`m what it is and they wasAnd no one does it to you like the captain does[Verse Three]I DJ`ed in house parties, with BSR`sTransportation for my set? Two or three carsCarried amps in the rain, speakers in the snowSpent more than I made when I did a showPlayed in clubs in the winter, without no heatIn dressin rooms, with rats, runnin under my feetThe blackout in `77, the city went darkHad my whole sound system jammin in the parkPaid my dues, I`m a vet, so don`t even try meBeen in parties rockin rhymes watchin bullets go by meSparkle Dixie, Ecstasy, Garage or the BombThe T-Connection, The Ready, the list goes onBlack Door, the P-A-L, the Bronx River CenterWhen you first heard of rap, that`s where you wentto see vets like me, G-M-CThe L-O-R-D, of R-A-P[Verse Four]Well sometimes it`s hard, bein MC Godlike fightin Sugar Ray, or Matthew Sodd(?)Tradin blow for blow with MC`s you knowLookin for the knockout or the T-K-OBut I reign supreme over those who dreamCold Crush had the ice and I had the creamGoin down in the books, as the one who looksdown on unrighteous rappers and MC crooksThe spot`s secure, my mind is sureWhat else would the people jock me forexcept, maybe the fact, I`m G-M-Cor got a harem like a sheik, of Arab beIt could be because I`m tall handsome slim and brownor the way the crowd breaks, when I get downor how the ladies gather round when the party`s overor maybe because my name is CasanovaBut whatever the story, whatever the reasonThe audience I will continue pleasinfor the rest of my life, til the day I diecause I`m the Grandmaster Caz, and you know Iam right, polite, goody-good in the nightAnd the chances that I`m not are less than slight