Текст песни Sir Mix-a-Lot - Lockjaw
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{Your silence is my trade}Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}Givin` MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}I`m givin` MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}Here we go! Oh no,Another flow show from the young black dynamoLockin` up jaws, MCs pause -No lyrical flawsHush, when the boss is talkin`Lay down gats and get your weak knees walkin`You ain`t allowed to speak `cause you`ve reached your peakThe elite don`t get with the weakShut up, `cause I`m burnin` this cut upBoy, don`t try to run up`Cause I chop up cropsA weak hip-hop boy tried to jock my spot and he floppedHe went down to the concrete groundI`m a hound when I get downAnd I`m back, the mack with a lyrical knackTo pack sacks and never pay taxAnd when I leave they diss meKnowin` they can never get with meBut he who laughs last gets the most cashAnd lives the blast past of rap trashGone! Left ya, sonGimme a call when you`re doneYour silence is my trade, shut up!{Your silence is my trade}2x:Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}Givin` MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}Run, run, run, your time is done, sonMove out for the well-hung young oneAnd I`m rackin` up stacks of greenbacks -Dead presidents, black!Peace to my fans and I love yaAnd I got yo` cover`Cause I`m back to please And cool off the hot MCs`Cause they`re runnin` around like ants, tryin` to grab their pantsThat shit don`t make you dance!What`s this beat doin`?Leavin` your posse ruinedStuck my fist in his mouthCaught him on a whole shoutNo pity on the lyrically weakFace defeat, retreat, but don`t speak`Cause I ain`t through, foolAnd you ain`t true to the Mix rules!You try to flow so you go for what you knowBut yo, bro, you ain`t the flow pro(Ohh!) I can`t go slowGotta grow `cause I wanna get mo` doughFull blown, bad to the bone And known to get it on with a microphone, homesLeave my throne aloneI`ve been to the low zoneYour silence is my trade, shut up!{Your silence is my trade}2x:Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}Givin` MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}Come on, Punish!Punish!Your host on the coast is known to boastAnd roast most that choose to get closePut `em in a lyrical knotMy spot: the #1 slotBut I gotta have beats When I lyrically de-feat the weak that try to competeGet `em up, if you wanna go head-upWhat up? Do as I instruct, black`Cause my gat is jack-backed And lookin` at your baseball hatI rolled over that mess you stoleAnd took control, and then broke the mold!Now here I stand, boss manThe NorthWest tip is where I amAnd I`m runnin` this work like dopeShippin` it in planes, trains and boatsUp the charts I goSteppin` on toes and throwin` low bolosMy group is large, and hardNo need for a bodyguardWe flex, rippin` off MCs` necksRun `em into Critical`s pecsYour silence is my trade, shut up!2x:Lockjaw! {Your silence is my trade}Givin` MCs lockjaw! {Your silence is my trade}Come on, Punish!Punish `em!Punish!Punish `em!Lockjaw! Givin` MCs lockjaw! Lockjaw! Givin` MCs lockjaw! Lockjaw! Shhh