Текст песни KRS One - Mad Crew
KRS One - Mad Crew слова песни
Intro:So in the clubs I get (mad)On the mic I get (mad)On the beats I get (mad)YoChorus:I got the(Mad mad crew up in the house)I`m wit theI be chillin` wit theI`m rollin` wit theVerse One:See this is what I`m sayin` and I know you don`t see thisWack underpriveledged MCs think they can see KrisThey watchin` too much television and they rockaThis ain`t the TV show "Taxi," and I ain`t LotkaI break an MC off proper, yo don`t check meAsk your Moms and Pops, yo they respect meBut here you stand, tryin` to get yours, but gettin` NOTHIN`You probably can`t spell "Boogie Down" or "Productions"I play for jeeps, I play for keeps, I play for streets, believe mePut down the microphone and consider a squeegieYou`re rated PGAgain I win when I beginI`m slammin` again, no win, try to comprehendI don`t bendI ravage and damageI`m wild like a savage, kickin` assesHot flashes, your style`s with trash`sStay out of my classes, PUNKStay out of my classes - yoChorus:Verse Two:Twinkle, twinkle to the little rap starI got all type of MC tongue in a pickle jarSo here`s a quick freestyle to my target:My core audience, *fuck* the rest of the market!`Cause I spark it, styles I loanshark itThen break your legs if you try to chart itI got heart, itDoesn`t take a lot to rock a record, get wit itSome MCs can`t rock for five minutesSorry, that`s not the way to approach meUse cautionI rip up lyrical crews and MCs oftenYou probably don`t know this:I give birth to MCsAnd I also give abortionsI`ll do a number to your body structureYou look like supperAnd I`m that _hungry_ motherfucker!You don`t wanna be on the menu!I`ll end you, twist you up and bend youLike GestapoPick up the microphone and crush up MC like a tacoNo, we`re never sad because we nah deal with sorrowThat`s why dem challenge me, jah man you know dem challenge troubleMe are number one of me there is no double!And you don`t want no trouble`Cause Blastmaster KRS is flashin` lyrics on the doubleChorusVerse Three:CheckMe comin` on quick, me cominadance, now me a singKRS-One in a party, man me do me own tingNuff MC test, but you don`t hear vowel oneAll you hear is when the BDP crew slap them upWe have the champion belt and lyrical cupAny DJ they want my title filled, no way now man step upBut when you lose, now understand you get fucked upThis ain`t no game upon the micMe bring the noise to you like ChuckChorus:Kid Capri got theGang Starr got theIll Will got theFlavor Unit got the