Текст песни Shyheim, RZA, GZA - Wake Up Show Freestyle
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[Shyheim]This is on some Cash Rules Everything Around Me type thoughtYo bust it yo, yoWe was chillin on the ave, buggin out lookin dapAnd these four cold boys rolled up in a cabThey pulled out a tool, said get against the wallF` that, I`d rather brawl than to go out at allMy man pushed back *blaow* he pulled the triggerNah G not on Sin, that`s my main niggaHis body hit the floor, blood covered the groundHow that sound? I didn`t even get my last poundThe red glare with his tears made me shedNow I`m fed, my right hand man could be deadHell no, I couldn`t let em flee that ain`t meOr how me and my crew lounge and beSo we dash with a rugged child on his assIn the grass his life is now come to passThe fam made him trip, aww shit the gun slipMy man picked up the burner and emptied the clipIn his back, no slack jack, with sound to retreat backWipe the gat and pack it in a napsackYo be out cause 5-0 is soon to comeYou get arrested and bagged for murder oneI`m in the house with Bishop, The RZA, The GZARepresent kid you know how it goes dizza[Prince Rakeem/RZA]I`ma set it off for The GZA then GZA gonna finish his-aSet it right here from the beginning? Aiiight bet check itCash Rules Everything Around MeCREAM get the money, dollar dollar bill y`all, check itI make a rugged bloody spectacleTechnical feast where beats hits like a kick to your testiclesNiggas remind me of vegetablesSo I`ma stir fry your brain like the incredible edibleEgg, I got mad CREAM between breadRip it on, pass the bone, let`s get stoned like FredFlintstone when I roam boy it`s evidentWe only puff on the leafs with the ganja scentI be the mean black gugger bust a slug in your mugWatch the blood overflood your head like beer sudsThe temple that I am in I gots the mental rhyminWhile chumps try to pump the styles of Simple SimonI be The RZA, yo I gets bizza with my lizzaHere be my nizza, The GZALive in effect on KMEL boy[The Genius/GZA]Yeah, and you don`t stop yoCallin all cars, callin all cars, lyrical psychoArmed and dangerous, leavin mad scars on thoseWho are found bound, gagged and shotWhile I blast the spot niggas took off like astronautsDifficult see even your best can`t come on downYou`re the next contestantGet your non-lyrical rhymin ass a spankinI`m catchin wreck, gettin more respect than Aretha FranklinAvenue and Putnam, the rhyme wreckin centerBacardi and Rum through those cold days of winterI used to warm up the cipher with a rhyme that was hyperThan your average JFK sniperSo yo yo, don`t even start itI roll like Kaufmann, lay that ass out like carpet25 rhymes a square yardI hit em so hard he wake up sayin "That wasn`t even fair God"Stop the stutterin boy, save your place for the 5-0Then praise the lord you`re alive broI release stacks, you premeditate the grabYou couldn`t catch it so you bounce back to your labJust to look for what, wack rhymes you couldn`t finishYeah, I know forgot to eat your spinachHere`s a can, for those who wanna sleep, pillsCold snorin while they slept on my deep skillsThat originated back in Shaolin, an endangered islandShorties losin blood by the gallons[Shyheim]Yo I gotta go after that boyAfter The GZA then we go to a commercial whatever y`all wanna doCheck it, yo, yo, yo, yo, yoYou better look out kid cause I`m the Wu-Tang`s smallest artistWhen I come through niggas be jettin like I`m narcoticsI`m the shorty of the bus but yet I hit the hardestWhen I rolled upon your squad you showed me where your heart isYou start to snitch like a bitch cold droppin dimesI cut that ass short like a tree of alpineBut I`m a lumberjack black and a matter of factI flip that track like 2 kilos of crack packsI lit up quick like a 4-fifth automaticWho got static, like Spike Lee I gotta have itI gave it to your ass raw like a proud faggotI keep it movin like I did on my first LPI stay true to the grain of G.P.Word to my mother I can never be a suckerI die hard too, yippie-ki-yay muthafucker