Текст песни Planet Asia f Talib Kweli - Don`t Let Up 12"
Planet Asia f Talib Kweli - Don`t Let Up 12" слова песни
[Talib Kweli] *imitating Samuel L. Jackson in "Pulp Fiction"*Yeah, we gon` be a bunch of little Fonzi`sAnd y`all all know what Fonzi was...coolThat`s right (set it off)[Talib Kweli, Planet Asia]We in the air like natural and mysticOr smoke when the spliff`s litDon`t bitch if you get your shit splitCuz you Limp like Bizkit Spit and focus, formats my motto In minutes and in precice, this is vintage Y`all know it only takes a second for mics to get blownYou nice, you get knownHear me twice it`s the clone ass nigga wit no life of his own This is it, as Planet sets flames to the journal in your section Wit Kweli from Reflection EternalBig up my nigga Hi-Tek steady rockin the spotThese niggas styles so dead that they startin to rot We got the market on stock Wit hot drops and big bookings How we leave shows shooken up from Fresno to BrooklynNew York City cost of livin, type highWe type fly, roll a white guyLight it up like Manhattan in the night sky Word, and it`s no Mister Nice Guy Show you how we slice pies Divided in between the scheme of nighttime[Chorus--Planet Asia, Talib Kweli]"Don`t let up"We keep it movin with the movementBeats by my brethren, 427"Don`t let up" Keep on making the street songs with the beat strong Each one, we gotta teach one"Don`t let up"It`s Planet Asia and Talib KweliShoutouts to J-F, my click, and that nigga JOEY T.!!!"Don`t let up" Blackstar to Cali Agents, these cats are amazing Most rappers are foul and flagrant[Planet Asia]I keep rhymes on floss, retardedly smartWit fine-printed sheets foldedA book of such pages, a nine inch octavoltsIt`s cultural warfare where shots fire rapidlyCats plastically resign drasticallyC`mon, up in the house you got the micVeteran slight, better than all your favorite rappersGuess I`m about to make some cheddarThan y`all, should fall abruptOnce the measuring startsI spit bars in twenty-fours and cut vocals without editingI`m long-winded, styles intrigue through these vaccuum lungsAlthought my family be toking major treesMy performance forever powerfulThese beats got me spittin Frank Sinatra`sAnd wilding out on bank accountantsIt`s chronic slaughter, ionic orders doricNow dine a novel to the face, I lace cats with the prehistoricMedicinal metaphoric assorted for clienteleMy whole crew circulating just like Japanese touristsAnd I clap MC`s flawlessKnow what I`m sayin? I stays blunted with about a hundred thousand chorusesAnd crush mode, baby up those statsI used to bust flows back in the dayI`ll probably rush youLike fuck those raps!Pitch black, spittin at the parkSeventy, perform the benches, triple-loaded in the darkI started noticing my glow in the dark was rightFrom then on, I was always able to rock the mic unordinary from yoursLegendary till you bury the swordMarry ya broad, scary how I carry the gorgeOf every applaud, I`m heavy like a 70`s FordFor the cheddy and I`m ready and raw[Chorus--Talib Kweli, Planet Asia]"Don`t let up"Killin the track, chill in the backUntil it`s time to hit the stage and begin healing the raps"Don`t let up" We all inside of the place With big bitches, step to this and end up dividing the cake"Don`t let up"You gotta hear us, so we slow it upLet me see your fist, throw it up, every spot we blow it up"Don`t let up" We keep it movin with the movement Beats by my brethren, 427[Talib Kweli]My man Planet Asia already broke down the science to my name