Текст песни Lord Shafiyq - Ego Trip * The Big Playback
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..* Ego Trip`s "Book of Rap Lists"; p. 65 *..{first three lines of introduction are undecipherable}[LS] It`s me, Lord Shafiyq, may I enter?[RL] And Khaliyl ?? ?? - in other words, what do you want?[LS] Set this mic on fire[RL] And how you gon` do dat?[LS] FLAME ON!![Verse One]It`s no coincidence, that when I came onand spoke into my mic dome, I said "FLAME ON!!"An arsonist calls this a wishbut his name is great, dope, triumphant - he can`t hold thisHe went to war with the Hammer of ThorNow it`s a monument, hangin on my wallBut you insist to shoot joints - to prove a pointbut it`s nothin new - because the joint`s that you threw(that you threw) I knew was sweetIt`s like an episode, it repeats and repeatsYou threw a jab I grab your wrist *SMAK* kiss your fistThrew it back in your face; mmmm, a total dissbut you`re still engaged to what I put on pageNow my mic wants a divorce - it`s on a rampageSinging a lullaby that`s so flyremoves the ring around your finger, place it around your eyeCommand my mic to play dead, until a knucklehead angers me;so instead, I`m gettin trife like a mortal with a ginsu knifeI`d rather bring my mic to life - my mic is on FIRE![Verse Two]If I was a porkchop, I`ll commit suicidePurposefully jump into the skillet, to get fried in lard.. and let you chew on me hardThen watch you choke from the dope for not bein the GodI won`t assist you, or miss you; instead I`ll diss youI grab you by your forlocks and then I`ll twist you uplike a pretzel, seasoned with sodium -- which is salt, who wants to bite now show me themand I`ll roast `em, toast `em, post `em where the sea dwellsDown the Pacific, where Sally sells seashellsby the seashore - and if you want more then just ASKYou shall be given the cureYou`re not dealing with a dealer or dealing with a concealerYou`re dealing with a revealer - Shafiyq is a healerI am the antidote, and I`m dope, and I`m anti-wack;which is to say being wack, is what I lackI`m so dangerous so please don`t anger thismicrophone, he`ll tell me to untangle his wirePlug it in, to fulfill his desire?? set his ass on fire - my mic is on FIRE! "Oh my God!"[Verse Three]Yes, so weren`t you callin my nameor am I buggin - are my ears playin games?There`s no time to snicker, I came to flickera light dormented in you, and the quickeryou acknowledge - inhale {*aaahhhh*}, exhale {*hahhhh*}Bear witness - Allahu Akbar adhered to my call, and entered the doorthen do what`s right and exact - and hit the floorCause my mic is on fire, meaning that it`s lit upuntil the knowledge stop flowing then you all can get upand inhale {*aaahhhh*}, and exhale again {*HAHHHH!*}cause it`s a constant ??style that never endsKnowledge flows through me, my microphone uses meto illume me, then he becomes on FIRE![Verse Four]I keep droppin science as if I was clumsySo in tune with the tune that even bums beboppin to the theme that makes hobos rockI stop crime - like RobocopI sport, Bally sandals, ride on camelsWear Egyptian Musk, cause I hate grey flannelI hate a man who thinks he`s better than I ambecause he`s bigger than I am, he doesn`t know who I amYou said you`re built like a house, tough shit - I ain`t fearin itWhen does a house compare to a pyramid?That`s what I enter when I want to meditateI light up, a pack of ?? incense, and then I translatea flow through a pen on a scrollThen I unrolled the scroll, when it`s time to rollShafiyq is the Lord, much is under my capAnd like Reynold`s, I`m here to +Wrap+ - my mic is on FIRE!