Текст песни Laze - Num Bawon (Remix)
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Another Laze production with an even smoother soundIt`s 1994 and I`m taking breaking suckers downTo they lowest element, they claim it`s irrelevantThat they ain`t true artists but they do it for the hell of itI`m the schizophrenic tenet in your houseAnd when you pop that shit, hurry scurry like a mouseSuckers getting busted in they teeth when they fuck aroundI`ll call you Bozo Lollipop `cause you`re a sucker, clownYou`re rhymes are just a drizzle and I be weatherwiseGuys pissing on they mother like it was DEAD/ALIVEBut step for a battle of snaps and I`ll beat youYour mother`s like Bologna but she`ll still refuse to meet youTeaching like a professor but yet the intellectualsSay my rhyme`s divine though it`s still ineffectualShove your arguments, get in line and take a number, sonI`m the motherfucker that be number oneNumber one on your hit list but also on the playlistOf the radio stations that promised me they`d play thisFive years in the game yet I still have to answer toNew jack fans looking for shit for dancing toThey all disappointed when they hear me start to roll`Cause I ain`t sayin` "Whoot" or "Fiz-uck the hiz-oe"That ain`t mi stylee and I be wonderingWhy the drizzle rhymers seem to be thunderingOn the charts but yet they started rhyming last monthI`m at a midnight snack you just past lunchIt ain`t my fault I ain`t speakin` on a blunt or gunJust to prove the fact that I`m number oneAll the fools was acting foolish like it was they jobBut year after year I make more hits than the mobBrothers want to battle on the mic they can shove it`Cause this is my job and Goddamn it, I love itProducers hear my tracks and turn a shade of envy green`Cause have you ever sampled from Stanley Turrentine?I doubt it you`ll get routed `cause the shit that I flipIs like a stack of fecal pancakes here`s my syrup let it dripOther lyricists are hearing this and pissing in they pantsScared of the small guy in the kick-your-ass stanceDance if you want to, but let me spin the vinylI can work a crowd like college kids at finalsYou wanted a piece of me, see what your luck did?Grab yourself a Stairmaster and step up, kidWhen they hear me rhyming, brothers catching woodies: lumber`s funSo chop a cherry tree and lie for number one