Текст песни Ras Kass f Pharoahe Monch - I See
Ras Kass f Pharoahe Monch - I See слова песни
[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]Ah Pharoahe Monch yeahI said; yes yes y`all to the beat y`allWe tryin` to teach the young and get the lootAnd steer it like havin` a ballHey hey heyWe try to walk a little bit like this I sayI hate rap promoters I start to motorTalk from Southside to North MinnesotaDre gramm of yea with a small cup of sodaNever get the women with the underarm odourSky town Motorola holder who rocks bolder than allTo fall when they try to call me the cold shoulderTry to tell these younger kids to come a little olderThe more is about to happen and we need our little soldiers[Verse 2: Ras Kass]I riggedy rock, I riggedy wreck shotNah hahaha I`m fuckin` with y`allI fall through parallel universes with a gunAnd murder myself the games strength like Jet Li in The OneGet bean you slum-slummingSippin` a little some-somethingPop and Big Pun it`s nothing to front, get the dappin`Something up in here y`all gon` make me lose my mindUse my nine, and do my timeI do my grime, and spit rhymes freaky, hear it outFor new hoes and constant rappers the shiekiestBe beneath me, no rapper could defeat meLike puttin` your face in faeces, I talk shitWho I be? Real nigga with the fake I.DO.G., B.G., L.A., N.Y.CThe matrix is radio and T.V[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch (& Ras Kass)]I see; designer glasses, titties and massesFor luxurous beats, that bumps, that move the massesDesastrous beats that strife V.I.P.-passesIt`s on (It`s on?) It`s on(I see; sex money and why murder and crimeGood time, soldiers that cry for lust and the shineBitlies bitches that break ballersAll us wanna be shakola`s callin` call us)[Verse 3: Pharoahe Monch]Basic I was too advanced to advanceNow who`s the chansellor?You couldn`t scrap if you was one of Big Daddy Kane`s dancersThe answer but not for the `76`sI put your lips on, stick ya dick in your mouthAnd put your lips, where your dick was, sideways pushin`Punks try to prevoke chess styles and push meQueens shit (Come on!) Queens shit (Come on!)Fuck around and get your motherfucking screen split (Come on!)[Verse 4: Ras Kass]Thorough, on turntables for technicians to play itHi-Tek lady for Pharoahe Monch to slay itI triple all waited Ras whiplash(Why I grow voices) wrapping this wraf with big waxReally, hah, I refuse to rock consumersCause sworn groupies get mad and spread rumours like"Do you hear what I hear"[Pharoahe]I heard gay rappers that thugged, a lot of nerve[Ras]Can you believe that shit Monch?[Pharoahe]Word, word, I heard a lot of murderers ain`t really murderersAnd it`s absurd was they frontin` like they never heard of us[Ras]Niggas playin` king-pin but only perps service oilPlayin` they want beef but really only heard of warsIf you want to party trunk and wanna get crunkedThrow ya hands up! Bitches, throw ya hands up![Chorus](2x)