Текст песни Laze f Anon - Stuck
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Here I come with the fucking lyrics to blow your mind upRewind up the tape and watch the snake`s coil rattleThe battle is on, against brown foxes and obnoxiousLyricals not understandable street slang beyond comprehensibleI use dental tools to removeThe plaque in the back of your craniumAs I blow up like uranium, taking Nas fools and disdaining themSaying "Gotti" so many times, you`re gonna find me arraigning them`Cause the year of the hard, scarred emcee has passedPresent answers for the problems that you verbally harassWhen the English language is all that`s hurt by your linguisticsThe meaning? You missed it, check the purist, it`sL-a-z and I plead the fifth letterThe go-getter, heavy sweater under pressureHey -- no keys or money G`s, please! Fuck the rock manThis kid`s more broker than a stock man, I got madBills, you thought I was `a say skills, that too, but I killIgnorance with the flip of a frankincense to a bookmillOpen my mind with the histories of cultures pastLearn what they won`t teach me and see how long the vultures lastI coach this brain of mine to get rich like BrandywineThere`s ground and I`m standing mine, never silent like a pantomimeBreakin` molds, pissing people off on my way on the upThey don`t like it? They getting fucked by me on the go-go like Huck-a-BucksSuck my ding-a-ling like Chuck Berry, that`s a scary thoughtAs I continue on the Downlow... like Mat Cart-er, I take a moment to prove the absurdityIn a foreign tongue that got more rhymes than a nurseryHey -- who the fuck is cursing me? I don`t give a motherfucking fuck`Cause I won`t get stuck in the rut of a gutter `cause my shit`s butterSpread it on your bread, it`s the taste of my generation`Causin` perspiration on the brows of those with constipationYou`re getting stuckWho the fuck you think you`re dealing with? Know what the fuck I`ve been through?Not a hell of a lot but I got shit locked down cooked like a barbecueHow hard are you? Hey, got a minute to test yourself?Put yourself at the end of a loaded barrel and tell me if you wet yourselfWhy do you choose for Tommy Hil to represent your race?When tommy is just an old-ass rich white guy with a smiling, wrinkly faceDisgrace to the fucking nation like hip-hop to TimberlandsPut your ear to my lips and let me tell you what you`ll find me in:Levi`s jeans too big for me when I wear my shirt outAnd a bulky hooded sweatshirt to make it look like I work outBrothers thinking, "Who`s he fooling with that thin ass rear?"And I wonder the same of those who are wearing five-hundred dollar gearHip-hop is a lifestyle that I`ve lived since I was smallBut these new jack Foxy Brown kids want to take it allCritics screaming "Chuck D sold out, now he`s a fucking zero"But shit, Chuck`s my man and you bet he`s my fucking heroI got the back of the folks that be pushed down into the muck`Cause they may be sticky in the mud but new jacks is getting stuckThey getting stuck.Stuck like a postage stamp I`mma mail that ass to your producerTo show him who`s getting looser, more fluid than a juicerYour ass is a food dehydrator making chipsBut on this level I`m killing devils with this ol` ill shitA record deal down the road with a doper rhyme is a hope of mineMountain Brothers got signed to Columbia, it`s about fucking timeFolks dragging they feet like they toes was breathing fireWhile the rest of the nation watched in shock like electric wireAnd who perspired? The kids who worked the hardestBut record labels seem to have a fetish for mainstream bullshit artistsFuck the gimmick shit, I won`t be limited, bitchInnovative styles for years with miles of tears from smiling peersThis ain`t no dog food disgusting imitation meat replacementIt`s the meatiest, roughest lyrical style this side of where you pay rentAs I rule the whole complex, but I don`t have one, just like Chino XI don`t need no sex. Fuck that, I do, but I got restraint by inhaling paint fumesI consume the high and turn it into talentNo Alazay in this bloodstream I need to maintain my balanceI`ll Tommy Tippy toe to your apartment, to get shit startedWith your woman as she`s telling me, "But he can`t help it if he`s retarded!"With this many songs under my belt I find the time to handle thingsAs I dismantle Ming`s dynasty, I`ll die nasty as the band`ll singMy praises doing covers of my songs from five years agoCompetition gets stuck as they struck with lyrical vertigo(Anon)I get stuck in pounds of pussy regardless of its raceMove from position to position like I was losing a raceStop on the breaks glance over your models and makes,Grab your goods and spread `emAll over the place, disregard all warning signsPlay you like dimes from an ounce, watch as I pounceI`ll stick you, I stuck you, you`re out of luckNow, I just gave a fuck about two minutes agoLike a sensation of pleasure unable to be measured, mix it with a beatInstantly get out of your seatEat my marshmallows give daps to my fellowsDeep like the gallows filled to the brimGood to the last time I dropped it, you make me sickFake rhymes, repeated: I kicked it, so delete itI got you stuck