Текст песни Last Emperor - Bums
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Verse 1:It`s like one for the microphone, two for the cameraThree for deadbeats, vagabonds, panhandlersStreet scramblers, alleyway managersSubstance abusers, born losers, mic damagersEverybody screamin`, representin`, keep it realBut I`m still a worthless bum tryin` to get a record dealPeep my lingo, and every wise word the man speaksI`ve been living on the streets, and haven`t showered for weeksBut time moves forward, there`s no looking backI`m homeless in pursuit of a record contractI wish my whole crew was paid in full like Rakim`sBut instead we`re malnourished with skeleton-like limbsInstead of a land cruiser with BBS rimsI got a busted pair of boots, and they`re not even TimsSee most mc`s claim their pockets stay knottedPuttin` money in the bank, but point blank, I ain`t got itI used to pump chums, for money in lump sumsBut now I snatch crumbs with a thousand young bumsI`m the everfresh, what I still possess remains measurelessMy brain contains jewels and gems like a treasure chestRaw deal, no lie, that`s the realAnd I can`t remember the last time I had a hot mealSociety labels me a bum, and that`s rightMy crew keeps it tight, bums of the world let`s uniteChorus:This one`s for all the neighborhood bumsTo all my brothers in the gutters, in the slumsIn every city, no matter where you`re fromTo all my boys, make noise if your bum(Repeat)Verse 2:Allow me to explain the mission, the pain inflictionI entertain so listen, my style rocks like Jane`s AddictionMc`s don`t impress me, they know not to test meWe`ll be at each other`s throats like Mr. Belvedere and WesleyEspecially, when wack rappers open up their mouse trapsThey know not to tangle with these bums from the outbackYou see you can`t miss what you`ve never hadThe life of a bum really isn`t half badWe`re never alone, cause bums travel in packsWe combine fine lyrics with underground tracksWe rock the best shows, placin` mc`s on stress modeYou can tell a fellow bum from his raggedy dress codeWe rock raggedy kicks, and wear raggedy pantsWe rock raggedy mics, and sing raggedy jamslike,(Group of bums)The bums have the right to lay the down the lawThe bum train is leavin` from track number fourThe bummy engineer is the Last EmperorHard rock like The Thing from the Fantastic FourWhile most mc`s rhyme about guns and shootin`I drop science on their domes just like Sir Isaac NewtonBig up to Q in Brownsville, that never runsLift up your fist and shout, long live the bumsChorusVerse 3:Crack your brew, light your spliff, it doesn`t make a difCreamy light peanut butter, choosy mothers choose JifOverlord of the poor, man not a mythIt`s the Last Emperor that you don`t want to flex withI`ll place mental lacerations and allesionsOn mc`s and domestic and foreign legionsI might be flambeau, but read a book of allesionsThe emperor switches up styles every seasonIn the spring, I do my thing, relaxin` and that`s itIn the summer, just like a pirate, I attack shipsBut winter maybe, my favorite, one of all, but JamalIs a Legend of the Fall, just like Brad PittI`m known to lyrically black shots on behalf of have notsLock it down with the sound, equipped with chains and padlocksNo gadgets, no gimmicks, no tricks up my sleeveAnd I won`t play the Superman role like Christopher ReeveSee you can learn a lot from a dummyKeep it real, better yet in `98, let`s keep it bummyBein` broke is no prob, you don`t have to robBut if you`re frustrated cause you can`t find a jobHave no fear the emperor is here to help yaRespect to all my bums, I`ll catch you back at the shelter