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Текст песни Masta Killa f RZA, U-God - Digi Warfare

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[Intro: Masta Killa]We gon` take this back, crazy old schoolOff the head one time, get a DJ something to a--Chika-chika-chika-chika-chicka-chicka-chhhhGet `em something to scratch, yaknowhatimsayin?My nigga Choco, Jam Master Jay on the 1`s and 2`sIt`s Allah Math, Red Alert, Marley MarlKid Capri, Funkmaster Flex and uh, Mr. CeeI can`t forget, Sway and TechJazz Joyce, DJ Clue, Cocoa ChanelI be Jamel, I rocks the mic well, wellRock the mic well, well, well..[Masta Killa]On and on, to the break of dawnHot Butter on, say what? The popcornFreak `em to the left, while we rock `em to the rightBrooklyn in the house, who wanna fight?Can we bounce? Roll to the skate ya rockHip to the hop and ya don`t dare stopCome alive party people, gimme what you gotI guess by now you can take a hunchFine, I`m the ninth member of the bunchRockin` old school ain`t shit to meMC`s OD on the shit that I wroteCan we smoke while I`m drinkin`? I`m thinkin` of bonin`Sugar, I wanna ride yo ass until the mornin`Who you moanin: Jamel Arief, High Chief, comin` outta East Medins[Chorus: Masta Killa]Ladies in the house if ya clockin` GsSippin` on drink, Long Island Iced TeasLookin` real good from ya toes to ya weaveTell the fellas back up and like let ya breatheFellas in the house if ya know ya livePunch niggaz in the face from Cali to Bed-stuyHandlin` the steel if the shit get realJust flip a pie and stack ya mil`[Masta Killa]Activation, mind starts sparkin`Constant elevation, sky walkin`David Thompson, my Wu niggaz stompin`Down the boulevard, shakin` yo assYou better watch yo self, I`m type slickWith a nice size --- lemme see you work itShe wanna suck it in publicOl` Dirty Bastard can use it on the visitings, you wit it?Then holla like wheels on appeal, don`t squeelJust keep it on the `lils, for the Masta KillJust givin` you somethin` that y`all can feelI see you in the hood, then ya fam from TildenSlid through the back of the buildin`, heat concealed inStare to your placeRae bomb the elevator, an Incarcerated Scarface, here, tasteThe lace from the dominant race to the baseIn ya face like paste, baby dollUh, uh, uh, uh, yes yes y`allWelcome to the block party, shots lick offYou might wanna hit the deck, but stay calmIt`s only us, every thing`s steelwell plushWe freakin` the streets, the Shiek shows the beat {*echoes*}[Interlude: RZA (U-God)]One two, one twoI`ma try this one more time, sonLemme in there, yo put that nigga back son(Yeah, hit hard)[Masta Killa]Like... hip hop, like socializeClean out ya ears and ya open ya eyesLiquid Sword to the cityPeace Allah Just, that`s one of the committeeLet`s hook up the 6 for a chess contestLeave a little stressI`ll snatch a bag of the Uptown`s bestMake ya love it when ya smell itIt`s the velvet, block of chocolate for a hundredDredd` got pounds, if ya wanna get downOr we can catch `em on the next roundMy universal sound is like world reknownedWorld reknowned, world reknownedMy universal sound is like world reknowned {*echoes*}[Chorus]

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