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Текст песни Planet Asia f Talib Kweli - Don`t Let Up

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[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 nameI speak to the silent and the tameAnd the violent in the brainI`m the pilot in the planeI`m still Soundbombing shitDominant when I be flowinCats get broken like promisesFuck the politics, my partnership with artists whoPut their heart in it, that`s why my crew spit the hardest shitFor the art of it, we start the shit and get it HYPECuz hearing me and this man here rock together, yo it`s likeMixing Northern Lights from the BayWith Yard weed from JamaicaOr the best from the Knicks with the best of the LakersWe the creators, never the imitators of the slave tradersAll y`all niggas is just cartoons put to music like FantasiaFrom the planet of Brooklyn to Planet AsiaI`ll pull your card, I`m all around, I see your hand plus I`ll raise yaLike children, just for the sake of smacking you when you outta placeYou don`t get hits, niggas make errors, try to run homeYou out at the plate (YOU`RE OUT!)I make wack niggas light my L then I put it out on they faceFrom New York to California, I`ll run you all out of the stateOf mind you currently residin inThe difference is you try to winYou believe what they sayin, you on your knees like you prayinYou ain`t got to sweat the ice and money, they know people promise meWith one rhyme I probably could break down your whole psychologyNiggas is Hollywood like the church of ScientologyIf I drop African thoughtThey probably would lie and say it`s Greek philosophy[Chorus--Planet Asia, Talib Kweli]"Don`t let up"Get rowdy if ya feelin itWe all about killin itYa feelin it? Well get with it then"Don`t let up" Killlin the track, chill in back Till it`s time to hit the stage and bring healing to rap"Don`t let up"We still down for the causeWith or without fame, stickin to the old school laws"Don`t let up" You gotta hear us, so we slow it up Let me see your fist, throw it up, every spot we blow it up

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