Текст песни Lone Catalysts - Paper Chase *
Lone Catalysts - Paper Chase * слова песни
[* modelled after MC Lyte`s `Paper Thin`](If you know the song, sing along)[ J. Sands ]AhYo1-23 to the 4AhYo, 5 to the 6Lone Catalysts, check thisAhYoWhen you say you emcee, it doesn`t matterIt goes through my head as just chit-chatterTryin to front like the Don Juan thugI pull the plug at the club that you rock atYou need to drop that (oooohhh...)Mic, give it to the professionals, Lone CatalystsIll strategists, steppin to this could be hazardousTo your health, put your DJ up on a shelfLet him rest a minute till my man Rawls is finishedPut down the Cristal bottle and stop drinkinThat dream is over, ye yacht is sinkinWhat you thinkin, I snuff you out while you`re blinkinStrike quickly, swiftly, J. Rawls, hit meOnce, twice, I`m nothin nice with the vocalThrowin low blows, leavin my tag on your logoIt`s only right, rhymes get tossed like phoney diceUnder pressure, I come through like Tony RiceBreakin down your offense over a four-bar sequenceBeat your shadow, the ill delinquent who keep your fleet tenseIn a rhyme combat, embedded tracksAnd melt the wax from raps that attackKamikaze like the JapsNiggas too close just move backGotta breathe better, dark skies and cold weather`s all I see in Pittsburgh, but yo, back to the discussionIf it wasn`t meant to be, you know, it just wasn`tJust ask my cousin, he probably laced about a dozenChickens in your fortress, a metamorphis, a changeGo from J. Sands to Jermaine, play the game with the devilStocks and bonds, another levelTo make cream, hands stay clean like ????Been a dream ever since I was the age of 13(Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Hihihehe...)Sucker, you missed, aimin that mic at MC J. SandsWe`re the Lone Catalysts, is your name Sam?Cause if it is, step off or get your windpipe tossedGrab your coat and your scarf and just call it a lossAnd hit the road, SamAnd you don`t you come back no more, no more, no more, no moreHit the road, Sam, and don`t you come back no moreCheck it outNow I take precaution when I diss an MCIf it`s a crew it makes no difference to meThen maybe I`ll flip on the fifth or sixthRhyme that I kick - like thisCause the ryhme that doesn`t flip is so incompleteAnd maybe - Rawls will give you a beatYou can write your own rhymes, just practise a littleIt`s so simple, unlike a riddleIt`s as easy as countin to 1-2-3In other terms: letters L-o-n-eC-a-t-a-l-y-s to the t is how he beYo check itMC J. Sands checkin outSpecial dedicationTo my DJ J. Rawls( *ad libs* )