Текст песни Scaramanga f Scholarwise - Death Letter
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[Chorus]It`s the death letterCompetition or competta-torGet better with the litera-turePrepare for the raw metaphorBe considered off wet or soft rapperVersus other rap gun clapper[Scholarwise]The beat technician, concrete positionOccupation or job: rob your ambition blindInclined with the will to destroyWith the skill I employ, the Blackstar convoyThe boy turned boss then death architectSwing an emcee`s mic cord on the neckStrangled, tangle with the chancellorMicrophone tarantula, sick to the coreWith the cancer, hallucinogenBreak down my study or my disciplineTwo part atomic, two part nitroglycerinDoor-to-door soliciting, too raw for listeningBlack, you lack the skill and proper conditioningFor the sport, no athletic supportDecaying of the muscle only makesYou weaker when we tussleKnown to blow the speaker then I hustleBack to the lab, poetry I stab, Scaramanga[Scaramanga: Shup?]You know you right and exact[Scaramanga]Star Tac react, a black mac push your shit backKnowledge, street nozzles pointed at your nostrilsWe hostile eyes, drop a wise glide, right?[Chorus][Scaramanga]Flows incredulous, hold eleven clipsBlow like terrorists, fold your regimentYo, you never lived malevolentMy benevolence when gods jealousCrush like elephants, so elegant with eloquenceYeah, for presidents, chic, intense, dramaticWith automatics to greet faggotsWith Jims, Tims and Avirex, left tecs in ten secondsVerbal murder weapon had the block redLeft spots dead, locked webs with the tarantulaScaramanga, proletariat apocalypseLike Helios chariot war games against the SagittariusSeven hundred generals, various strategies of combatDrop a bomb at will, skill genetically giftedLike Farrakhan, attack with the cunning of a boaOpen like Noah grower of divine seed of lifeTrees are lifted in different instances as cells gainEnlightenment, therefore infinite with the millenniaPromoters recognize from North Dakota to British GuineaI co-linear, meaning parallel, I accelerate on tapesRelease dates and cheap snakes, I beef fakes in three takesAnd seize papes, grass under my feet breaksRunning when we see jakes, gunning till we e-scapeIn the `98 I activate with the ill rhymes I makeNow you know, son..[Chorus][Scholarwise]Scholarwise, Scaramanga, what you know about that, son?Yo, producers is fakin jacks, emcees is fakin jacks all the timeHere it is, here it is, sendin a death letter to your doorEmcees can`t ignore the signs, the death letter, what`s upPeoples in Queens, Brooklyn, Money Makin, BronxIn state, outta state, interplanetary, what you know?Yo, we out..