Текст песни John Forte f Butter and Jeni Fujita - Flash the Message
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[Jeni Fujita]Flash The Message...[Forte` - Verse 1] Yo...You make me wanna vomitYo, pay homage and dos-e-doe my sonnetsI school y`all niggas slow on socios and economicsYou mostly know about the dough from airplayYou only know about the heaters, from the shit that we sprayImport from Vietnam cats, like my man Phillipe`(?) Bustin` crimes back(?) I label it, permanent sleep stay(?)Y`all cronies souped upMy men ain`t near dumb, we grew upYou want your hair done? Hey, FUCK around and get your crew cutI organize the mentalAnd live my life as the next essentialSpeak on this wild shit, as If I could begin toWho fall quick? Too many niggas fightin` over small shitYou`ll find me flippin` stocks, on boats that never dockI travel blocks, pick the best man Bust shots at the yes man, `cause it was destined for me to flip investmentsBag a lie, in the basement of the Best WesternAnd if you don`t want the consequence, then don`t ask the question![(Butter - Singing) Jeni Fujita in parentheses] - ChorusIn Ninety NineSome blow ninesand some stayed indoors! (Flash The Message, something`s out there!)Ninety Nine, is the timeWhen the deaf, dumb and blindAll catch war! (Flash The Message, something`s out there!)[Forte` - Verse 2]It`s like...Me and my crewAnd a little tour show Learned to flip the doughWith the money we`ve gotIn Ninety Nine, more war, more crimeSome`ll stay behind doors, and some blow ninesYour conception is annoyingLeave the things we was born inThe street nights, and hope we see the following morningNiggas sold soul, for gold ropesDo crimes, for new shinesPoor beer out on the spot, where police drew linesHey yo word, we thirty plusWear guns thats dirty (?) bust (?)Ask your men pa, you should`ve been more (What?)...courteousLike my rain dropAnd all my li`l niggas rockin` tank topsAnd sell arms, like government bonds, in BangkokBank stops on lavish tripsSoils I marry with, a dime piece!A (?)rester oil(?) who speaks in ArabicIf the karat fit, wear itEvery man I know holdMoreso, y`all niggas happy when you barely go gold![Chorus 1x][Forte` - Verse 3]This time it`s personal...You like the artistryRappers just reuse their first cutThey say the same shit forever, and the use the word, soThey ain`t competing, they knew they was beatin`, from the jumpYou get FUCKED! Grammatically speaking...You funny manCatch me on tour, A town near youWith 20 Grand (Pikasoe), man it`s etiquetteSnatch your mouth off, for rhetoricI hold the greets from the streetYet subtle for lockin` shitMajored in Poly Sci, with a double doctorate![Chorus 2x]