Текст песни Mathematics f GZA, Method Man - Rush
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[Intro: Method Man]Oh, oh, oh, come on, come on, come onMutha what? MuthafuckaThat`s right, all day, all nightCome on, get down, yes y`all andTo the right beat and you can even danceOr, just have a seating, seatingYo, yo, yo[Method Man]What it was, what it is, it`s like I got a pistolTo my head, can I live? You never should of left Tical for deadNever that, be careful what you wish forToday`s your day to get yoursBlowin` up the spot from the sixth floor, bent offCome and get your on smoke on, fish funk to choke onGo `head, blaze a pound of that bullshit we both onTake it the `source`, `hip hop quotable`, of courseI`m pullin` out my `roots`, to breathe in my `black thought`Let`s be honest, I break a spirit, if she break a promiseThey act just like they momma`s, now what that got to doWith the price of rice in ChinaOr why these gold miners raise the price on they vaginaNow frankly, I`m official, New York YankeeYou can blame the radio stations that`s trynna yank meAnd jerk the Jabber Jaw shark bitten flowGo `head, test the water, my friend, stick in your toe[Chorus: Method Man]Rush, the colisseum, rush, the dance floorRush, the limosine, rush, don`t let goAnd jerk the Jabber Jaw shark bitten flowGo `head, test the water, my friend, stick in your toeWhoa-ho-ho, let me like, solo with the flowWhoa-ho-ho, promoter better pay me at the doorWhoa-ho-ho, what the fuck y`all think I`m flowin` forIf I move to quick, oh, you just don`t know[GZA]The sound echoed through the neighborhood and vibrateCirculate eruptions throughout the tri-stateThe wise they attract to it, cuz it`s magneticThose slow kids, stuck on the block, they don`t get itBut, they don`t wanna set it, track on immedietlyQuick fast, clock tick to the blast machineThe bugged out, they scatter when the lights onWe raid those local spots, til we turn the mics onRollin` with the talent, the beats, and rap verseThe crowd get excited, with the heat and clap firstMust of had a hot hand to go in his waist bandSet he had to lick a shot for a top notch ClanMultiple swordsmen, blade sharpRip through your heart, M.C.`s, want no partFor any type of conflict, or nonsense, then we respond quickIt get thick, The Problem, goes beyond sick[Chorus][Method Man]Let the record show, never test my flowNever tested positive for blowGot my whole life ahead of me, no time to be sniffin`Soon as muthafuckas get dough, they act differentBut not Nixon, let the pot call the kettle black, but not in my kitchenAnd y`all fixin`, to be on milk cartoons missingIn the Double XL, Supreme ClienteleSince then I have no birthday, my sign`s not for saleIf I had a dollar, for every time M.C.`s tried to hollaBrag about dough, and pop they collarI`d probably be a zillionaire, like, `fuck rapping and rappers`Cut the drama, we don`t like the way y`all actin`Eat, drink and smoke Mary, Mr. Meth`s rated XBy any means necessary (come on)It ain`t easy being greasy, in the main event nowCatch me on your Pay-Per-View TV[Chorus]