Текст песни Guru f Jean Grae, Talib Kweli - Power, Money and Influence
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]Power, money and influenceI had a taste of it, now I`m all into itThe game ain`t over `till I get my share`till I have my run, this here is my year[Jean Grae]Man, I`m a tycon, whether in person or slick right onCrisp Nikes on, six niggaz with sick pythonsRight around your area, face close like a scaredstraight playin your host, you get bitched outThis ain`t fluffin a rang, this clip ain`t bangYou sittin lame duck, shittin on the names stuckI vow this year, power`s mineIf I gotta sketch up my name, empowering rhymesIf I gotta attend jail just to boost up the salesI know a laber owner that I`d love to bruise up for bailI know my family got it, they pull together but it`s amnioticI mean baby like askin for a name spot itThe talent, the influental and eroticPut on the back burner but potential as a parentEvery track is a murder but could treat it like lobonicThe play that graze here, now MC`s in a daze mind[Chorus][Guru]In one second flat I tear your whole framePlus we pack like a stadium does, at a pro gameGot so many ways to end yo gloryRub you out, shut you down, then it`s end of storyI`m like Robert Horry with a clutch threeYou can`t touch me, the black double oh-seven, nigga trust meModern day Ali when it comes to the rhymeKnow how to hold the fort down when they comin for mineI`m crafty, I move swift and changeablePlus I`m aware, of what jealousy and anger doYou can`t help yourself then you can`t help meCan`t smell what the truth is then you can`t smell meYou can tell a million stories about how gully you areThen as soon as you finish, I`m be pullin your cardI step so courageously, I rap so amazinglyI guess you could say, that niggaz slept on me basically[Chorus] 2X[Talib Kweli]Jean Grae, Kweli, Guru, for the first timeLet the games begin like Jaceson Taylor wrote his first rhymeTechnology make niggaz lazy, with the pro toolsEven you could write your verse in the booth like you were Jay-ZA Hollywood between reality tv and rapIs there ain`t no more use for the classically trained actorFirst light bulb ever made is still burninThey sell the ones that burn out to take the money you earninWord that marijuana grow too natural to be a cash cropwe have cops at bars, smokin squares, throwin back shotsThey walk the street and bring the heat to the apshaltsServin, protectin the half, beatin on the half notNiggaz talk greasy in the magazines`Till they track down and you hear the sounds of loaded magazinesHavin dreams `till they ribs got a gat in betweenPassion for cream, make a nigga wanna splatter your spleenThat shit is mean[Chorus] 2X