Текст песни Kool Moe Dee - Let`s Go
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[Intro]Reporter: So, tell me... How do you feel about `Jack the Ripper`?[Evil Thriller laughter](Get him!)[Verse 1]Want me to get him? Well I got himMy mouth is an Uzi and I shot himWith the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designedTo make him rewind, this time I draw the lineHe`s mine...just chillDon`t nobody touch him cos Imma get illThe boy`s phony as a three-dollar billAnd this time I shoot to killJust like a sucker you took the baitNow you`re like a dead fish on my dish, too lateSo party people kick your feet up, I`m about to heat upYou`re hungry for a battle, now it`s time to eat upBoy, I`m gonna chew you, cos I knew you wasTalkin` that junk, punk, now Imma do youThe way you should be done, call you my sonMake you say "Daddy, I don`t want none"I`ve had enough of you actin` toughYou huff, puff, grab your stuff you cream puff bluffTalk about a battle, but you don`t wanna do itYou got yourself into it, you blew itYou egomaniac, I`m a brainiacYou came back with a stone cold plain attackYour rhymes are weak-wack, how can you speak that?You need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack...The Ripper, down with my zipperYou get paid to be a Moe Dee tipsterTryna knock the way I rock, get off my jockImma knock you out the box, let`s go...Let`s Go![Verse 2]Put up or shut up, get up, yeah what up?Huh, get on the microphone and get cut upTalk about how your records went double platinumWith those lyrics?! Huh, I laugh at themSo you got paid, take the money you`ve madeBet it on yourself, are you afraid?Money talks, B.S. walksWhen I stalk like a hawk a victory is chalkedSo put your money where your mouth is, you don`t know about thisBattlin`s for real men, and I doubt ifYou can even hang or give a run for the moneyYou`re just a sucker, and it`s funnyHow you never ever had a drop of juice in New YorkAnd now you go on tour and try to talk that talkYou try to act like you`re a big man, but you`re a big fagStridin` and hidin` while ridin` my big manYou ain`t got a chance in the worldYour records were smokin`, but you sound like a girl...[How you like me now? I`m gettin` busierI`m double platinum] Hold up, is he aMan or a girl? What in the world?You sound like Cheryl the PearlAnd you wanna battle me on the microphone?Leave that crack alone, let`s go...Let`s Go!I said, Let`s Go!Come on, boy! Let`s Go!Better than me?[Verse 3]Picture that with a KodakI don`t take no shorts and you know thatI roll hard, run the rap yard, put up your guardI don`t get even, I get odd, ToddAlways one up on yaAnd I tried to warn yaYou slept, you took a backstepRuined your rep and wept, you should`ve keptYour mouth shut, you know what?You gotta say you`re sorry [I`m sorry] So what?You call me a punk, you wanna see who`s soft?Put the microphone down, let`s square-offYou need a hand, you got hands forTryna be me, now LL stands forLower Level, Lack LustreLast Least, Limp LoverLousy Lame, Latent LethargicLazy Lemon, Little LogicLucky Leech, Liver LippedLaborious Louse on a Loser`s LipsLive in Limbo, Lyrical LapseLow Life with the loud raps, boyYou can`t win, huh, I don`t bendLook what you got yourself inJust usin` your name I took those L`sHung `em on your head and rocked your bellsNow, here we go, blow for blow, let`s throwRhyme for rhyme, yours and mine, and yoWhen it`s time to battle rhyme I knowHow to make it flow, so let`s goTo the ring, rapper`s sing and swingWords and verse, see who deserves to be kingServe a blow to that egoAs if you didn`t know, let`s go...Let`s Go!Let`s Go![Verse 4]How can you say you`re the best?Get put to the test in front of a million and fessTried to withdraw because you sawThe juice I got`s not like beforeHuh, I`m formidable, unforgettableYou`re submittable, you look pitifulYeah you`re headstrong, but you`re dead wrongWanna survive? Stick with the love songsTake off your shirt, flex and flirtAnd leave the real hard rhymes to the hard rhyme expertsIf you don`t, boy you`ll get hurtFeel like dirt and have to revertTo comin` on stage butt nakedTo make up for what you can`t do on recordOpen your eyes twice the size and realiseI`m on the rise and you`re on the demiseOstracized by my repriseStep in my face and watch how that head fliesI mean business and I`m seriousI ain`t sellin` out and now here he isFrontin` and fakin` and talkin` about makin`The money from money, now don`t you know they canUse your support cos you`ve got caughtSigned, sealed, delivered, sold and boughtA puppet on a string with no heartA fool and his money will always partYou used to be a rapper, turned into a businessmanLoafin` on the job and cheatin` the fansI`m too potent, powerful and spiritualMental, emotional, physical and lyricalYou wanna beat me? It`s gonna take a miracleYou`ve got a lock on my jock like a pitbull