Текст песни MF Doom f Mr. Fantastik - Rapp Snitch Knishes
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[Mr. Fantastik-Talking]Yo..[MF Doom- Talking]Yo[Mr. Fantastik-Talking]MF Doom[MF Doom- Talking]Mr. Fantastik[Mr. Fantastik-Talking]Mr. Fantastik[MF Doom- Talking]The villain[Mr. Fantastik-Talking]What up, nigga?[MF Doom- Talking]Ain`t nuttin, what`s the word?[Mr. Fantastik-Talking]What`s cracking, boy?[MF Doom- Talking]Same ol` shit, kid[Mr. Fantastik-Talking]Man..rap snitches man..shit is bugged out, man, the fuck man[MF Doom- Talking]You telling me[Mr. Fantastik-Talking]Niggaz running their mouth, telling anything, anything![Mr. Fantastik] (Chorus: 2 times)Rap snitches, tellin all their businessSit in the court and be they own star witnessDo you see the perpetrator, yeah I`m right hereFuck around and get the whole label sent up for years (Huh)[Mr. Fantastik]Type profile low, like ay get paid in fullAttract heavy cash cuz the game`s centrificalMister Fantastik long though like elasticGot my life between glocks, it`s made out of plasticCan`t stand the brown nosin nigga fake ass bastardAdmiring my style so I bust through ManhattanSince plottin, plan the quickest, my flow is the sickestMy hoes be the thickest, my dro.. the stickiestStreet nigga, stamped and bonafideWhen beef jump niggaz come get me cuz they know I rideTwo to the ski mask, New York`s my originPlay a fake gangsta like a old accordianAccordin ta him, when the deed`s rushed inComplication from the wild testimony was thinCaused his man ta go up north, the ball hit `em againBlame rap snitch nigga, even told on the mexican[Mr. Fantastik] (Chorus: 2 times) * (The second time the chorus is repeated, it doesn`t end with "Huh")Rap snitches, tellin all their businessSit in the court and be they own star witnessDo you see the perpetrator, yeah i`m right hereFuck around get the whole label sent up for years (Huh)[MF Doom]True, there`s rules to this shit, fools dare careEverybody wanna rule the world with tears for fearYeah yeah tell `em tell it on the mountain hillRunnin up they mouth bill, everybody doubtin stillInformer, keep it up and get testedPop through the bubble vest or double breastedHe keep a lab down south in the little beastSo much heat you woulda thought it was the middle eastA little grease always keeps the wheels a spinninLike sittin on twenty threes to get the squeelers grinninHittin on many trees, feel real linenSpittin on enemies, get the steel for tin menWhere no brains but gum flapHe said his gun clap, then he fled after one slap(Pat!) son shut your trap, save it for the bitchesMMM...delicious, rap snitch knishes[Mr. Fantastik-Talking]You know what I`m saying? It`s a terrible--crazy, manJust analyzing this all game, it`s bugged outNiggaz snitching..telling on them allselves[MF Doom- Talking]It`s a horror, man..[Mr. Fantastik-Talking]Fuck around..and get anybody bagged, man..Fuck around and get yo mama bagged, nigga..You know your grandmama begging..fake hustling nigga(*Laughter*)