Текст песни Mos Def, Pharoahe Monch, Nate Dogg - Lyricist Lounge Vol. 2
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[Mos Def]Yeah..One for the treble, two for the bassWelcome to the great incredible paper chaseKeep your boots laced if you want to keep pace[Nate Dogg]Oh NoNiggas ain`t scared to hustleIt`s been seven days, the same clothesAsk them originals cause they knowMos Def, Nate Dogg, and PharoaheStep away from the mic they too coldThe funk might fracture your nose[Mos Def]Say my name, say my nameObserve how I stake my claim, I independently lay it downand played my game, my own two raise my flameCause dick ridin ain`t my thangI earned what they said I wouldn`t I got it the way they said I couldn`tBut now I`m gettin it and they whole grill is crookedMad cause I`m gettin caked out from my bookingsWhen y`all was askin permission I just stepped up and took itWhat!? The kid`s better buy my rookie card nowCause after this year the price ain`t comin downAnd if you got a joint bubblin then get money nowCause in a minute, there`s gonna be some real trouble comin outJust a warnin, as usual some cats wont heed itThe hard headed always gotta feel it to believe itIt`s a shame the jealous gaze is too short to see itBut when they face hit the cement, they nod in agreementWe could play nice and decent, or dirty like the 7-1 PrecinctCall it a day or make it a long eveninYou keep on schemin, man give me some more reasonto have the women in your mama`s church screamin "Lord Jesus!"Harder than y`all cause I`m smarter than y`allI know that deep down it`s got to be bothering y`allPay attention, watch fly gon` get larger than y`allPut your pride on the rocks, make you swallow it allThe mathematic problem for y`all, it just get harder to solveEvery day that the saga evolveThe do or die stay rumblin and bumblin hardAnd when we move, we ain`t got no discussion at allEast coast on your neck and you ain`t shruggin it offTry to bullyfoot and end up stumblin offI`m Daddy Brooklyn, y`all niggaz are the sons of New YorkGettin spanked when there`s too much trouble to talkRespect mine[Nate Dogg]Oh NoLook at who they let in the back doorFrom Long Beach to Brooklyn they knowWe rock from the East to West coastQueens salute to Pharoahe (you know)Step away from the mic they too coldThe funk might fracture your nose[Pharoahe Monch]Very contagious raps should be trapped in cagesThrough stages of wackness, Pharoahe`s raps are blazinAnd it amazes - me how you claim thugbut go two-ways without SkyTel pagersI`m intellectual, pass more essays/ese`s than motorcade police parades through East L.A.More beef then deli`s, thus what I vent is justWhat you lust to vent is irrele`Huh, hallelujah, Pharoahe Monch`ll do yaMaintain the same frame of mind - screw ya!Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, preacher with scripturesI`m equipped to rip ya, reach yaPharoahe and Mos is verbal osmosisCoast to coast, we boast to be the most explosive hereFerocious, the lyrical prognosisThe dosage is leavin you mentally unfocused hereMC`s just - come on `roundYou`re the next contestants on "Catch-A-Beat-Down"Don`t be hesitant, sound cracks the sedimentIt`s evident we medicine for your whole townSky`s the limit, game`s infinite when I`m in itAll windows is tinted, how you seein me when I`m in it?Rap, we got it on lock man, stop thatPut that mic back down, boy, drop thatPharoahe`s flows blows shows like afrosWe hate y`all though, that`s why Nate Dogg goes:[Nate Dogg: repeat 2X]Oh NoNiggas ain`t scared to hustleIt`s been seven days, the same clothesAsk them originals cause they knowMos Def, Nate Dogg, and PharoaheStep away from the mic they too coldThe funk might fracture your nose