Текст песни Prefuse 73 f El-P, Ghostface Killah - Hideyaface
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[Intro: Ghostface Killah (El-P)]Yeah, nothin` but fly beats runnin` floatAround here and shit, about to pop off all (from outtathe robes, to the new world)It`s about to pop off, (Ghostface and Lazer FaceAnd you never this shit before) Hide ya face, yoI told y`all niggaz it`s about to pop (hide ya face)Here we go, come on man, New York, we got y`all niggaz up top(Fuck this, hide ya face) Hold me down, Brooklyn[Ghostface Killah]Yo, this is Ghostface/Theodore, I`m magically suspiciousPolice try to get money, and sell my picturesTo the star ledger, (tell `em), inquirin` minds wanna knowHow Pretty Tone get robes as soft as snowWhere the bird go? That shit flew south for the winterWhy my piece hold the face, the size of plates at dinnerWas Masquerade a true story? What happened to the Clan?Did I really dodge death? Am I true Ironman?[El-P]Yo, this is Lazer Face, El Produnctive funk, plus you`ll dance thisI leg sweepin`, runnin` man stance, with my commandmentSpit that, hardly arty, semi-retarded and grawnnyUngodly stoppin` me, put holes in your body heatBang, avoid your imminent, fuck with coat hangerThat lick off, of the set of altercation without angerWas that the shit you running with? Equip this with a pair of scissorsCook coke with a Brooklyn word poet, with Tony, the Iron Wizard[Chorus: El-P (Ghostface Killah)]You be lyin` to the fans on your tape (hide ya face)Cuz radio don`t play you, doesn`t mean that you greatBaby, less talk and shit in my face (hide ya face)Muthafucka, we hold the legendary breath that we takeYou ridin` dirty when your man, had the plates (hide ya face)Wear your seatbelt, and make sure to keep it light on the brakesYou been crafted by the United States (hide ya face)You wind up gunnin` out a chopper, another man and his hateOh break... (hide ya face)[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]Oh shit, when the beat gon` drop?Fuck it, I`m gonna get big money, here we go nigga[El-P]Embarresed her, bastard bet, the colamity, rap knowledgeOr fever, amonk liquids stickin` ya characterPlannin` obitueries, with a cralon cepterLast of the unforgiven, spittin` insanity lecturesFrom where, from the era of the Dapper Dan tectureI`m fully pullin` on loosy nukie, from the BK sectorOh was that the shit you runnin` with? Yeah, bitch with a broken caraproderThe eyes on both, of the male room supervisor, of my last job[Ghostface Killah]Aiyo, it`s Tony Starks, the Wallabee clarks, the fly minksThe first nigga to pop, them yellow bottles for drinksBig links, only built for D. Coles, I peep hoesYou god damn right, I fuck fans, and get G. robesAnd spinnach, bread like the Pillsbury doughI got a red nose pick, with the high pro glowMy hydro flow? I got it locked, but y`all don`t knowWatch when your enterprise go public, and Starks just blow[Chorus]