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Текст песни Sudden Death - Rhyme Master

Sudden Death - Rhyme Master слова песни

We started, fell apart, then we started it again`Cause my heart was still alive so I strived to comprehendWhy the songs seemed to die, before long the dream compliedSo I tried and I chose, and I rose like the tideLong days and nights I put up a strong fightSecond sight all along made the song come out rightI varied my style, being wild was my gameMy songs never sound the same, always by the clever nameWho`s got the juice to try to fit inside my shoes?Who are you to spit the shit about the kid who`s on the loose?Go ahead, what I said is that the rest are all deadWho`s the best? Screw the rest, off my chest and in my headStrange, I`ll never change, I`m irreversibly derangedIn the place the pace races in the bass cleff rangeEvery night the rhymes I write cause a lightning bolt disasterThat`s the fight of being titled as a funky rhyme masterFrom the Dead Town I said I get ahead with my soundIt`s red, are you blind or just stupid as a clownBe warned I act calm, but like a bomb or a stormI destroy all their toys so the suckers can`t formIf you tore me out before I hit it big with the hookThen you`re chum I won`t become, I`m not as dumb as I lookBut I will still chill with the skill that`s gonna killAnd I build my own guild by givin` people a thrillStop where you are because my car`ll plow you overNever stuck because my luck is like a four-leaf cloverAddicted to the habit of the rhyme I gotta have itDon`t grab it `cause you can`t have it back, silly rabbitEverybody`s loud in the crowd at the jamPeople bowed all around because I`m proud of who I amThe next verse will be terse, but said a little fasterI kick a little quick `cause I`m a funky rhyme masterKick the mechanics of rhythm so I always had peoplesmilin` before they came inThe idiot thought he could kick it with mebut I told him back off, `cause he couldn`t winRappin` like this is a talent I have that Iuse for the pleasure of all of my friendsThe posse is large I`m the one that`s in chargeand I keep the place jumpin` on through to the endNo one`s exactly like me so I do what I do like it is`cause I am who I amImitate me and they laugh at the punk and theykick him off stage at the musical jamSuckers who try to keep me off the records allthink that I am such a musical bastardThink what you want, I know what I amI`m funkier now, I`m a lyrical masterSo did you like what I did with the mic? Now I`m psychedTore the lid off the kid who denied it that he likedHow I stole the show, with my magical controlOf the room with my sonic bass boom in my soulBass is the case that controls the rat raceOf the industry that makes us deface the whole placeLike a monster on the prowl the bassline is gonna growlPeople howl like an owl, I`ll never throw in the towelWhat`s the magic word, now it`s totally absurdA nut didn`t like my cut so he flipped me the birdIf you missed how I dissed the sucker let me just sayThat he remained in pain for the remainder of the dayNow I`m on top I won`t stop till I dropBut I have to `cause I`m after this dude who called the copsAnd when I catch him, you betcha that his face is mince meat`Cause the dude was so rude to try to stop the beatChillin` on a roll I fly right through the tollI stole your soul with my lyrical controlSo if you don`t wish to end up like a stiffKeep a stiff upper lip and then skip the riffBig shot is what you gotta think you areFace the facts you`re just wack you`re never gonna go farYou`re gonna lose `cause you choose to take a cruise for a bruiseAnd you refuse to pay respect so you`re gonna pay your duesTrust me, you`re busted, you`re rotten through and rustedYou`re loud, you act proud, and the crowd`ll leave you dustedIt`s people like you that give the biz a bad nameYou think you`re cool when you make your own rules to the gameDevo Spice rocks the mic, cold as ice, every nightSudden Death backs me up so I cut it up rightMy bassline attacks and always cracks the plasterWhat else can I say? I`m a funky rhyme master

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