Текст песни LootPack f God`s Gift - Soundpieces: Da Antidote!
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Intro: MadlibHah Hahahah...From the dungeons of darknessComes God`s Gift to Hip HopRepresentin` with the LP[God`s Gift]We`ll hit `em hard and fast in a straight lineConcentrating all firepower to their blindside at sunriseOperation sunray, UV radiationFirst breach their outer barriers then continue penetrationTo their central point, crushin` their nucleusRushing their central brain commandPlanting a virus that expandsThrough your whole nervous system shutting down all communicationsTo your ya bodily functions Handicapping your defensesSwiftly attacking your unit, Neutralizing MC`sBy ripping `em apart before they even know what hit `emStyle blitz[Wild Child]Jack gets pissed off, wack MC`s step up and get lostThe rhythmic boss, Jack spits rhymes through my teeth like flossI bust with motivation to uplift MC`s withHigh above controlling stratus clouds, my man God`s GiftCome down, assist us, wack MC`s must be remindedGet a Lootpack tape, rewind it, for those closed mindedTo the abstract we kick, we rock all placesI found out MC`s aren`t human cuz they got two facesThey be chillin`, willin`, always time killin`Wack rumor spillin` while Jack be still in chargeAsking me if I smoke chronic, niggas it`s ironicI`m Wild Child, 80% human, 20% bionicMy main occupation is to step up and rock the nationFocus up upon my jam and blow up just like inflationSo if you ain`t down, don`t front, worry about your healthWorry about your wack crew and ya wack ass self[Madlib] Hey yo, here comes the Master Don, here to renovateMy style hits ya like marble weights so pass the dinner plateBut pass up the swine like money ya rhyme limeMadlib done told ya time and time againFind the mental maze, faster ya plaster your instrumentalWith lyrical disaster till you scream out "Who`s the master?"I flip it up rip it up to raw addict,Crate diggin` for the static when I mad beat shopImpulse down to prestige and Black Jazz21st Century enja got madRecord labels of the old, ill loop and take `em outI keep it secret when a nigga tries to peep shitMy beat hit like a Roy Jones Jr. skitYour girl starin so now you wanna flipI rip it down to the Loot while ya yell peaceWhile I pull out my piece, yell peace but now leave ya in piecesBut at least you escaped this beastSmokin` on a cushin` leaf while ya try to bring grief[God`s Gift]Now something`s shaking in the palace, can`t you feel the Santa AnaSwitching currents and building velocity, it got`s to beGod`s Gift and Lootpack, mentally superior master race of lyricistsConductiong verbal experimentsWith open and imaginitive creativityFathering styles from infancy to be lyricallyComplete, grown and fully developed adultsTrained in mastering total blitz coastal, total assaultsAlso we launch all out war when we tour your areaFirst destroying your local underground spotsRocked your major clubs and plugged into your theatresAdvancing as hip hop`s vocabulary leadersHostile take-overs is our main focusAs the deadliest of CDP special attack forcesBasically, MC`s lack division is appallingThird rate styles with the nerve to say they`re vocalistsOut of focus, often it`s the people they run withCoupled with their own wackness, they`re futureless! "And keep feedin you, and feedin you..." - `Method Man` by Wu-Tang Clan *scratches and various talk to end*