Текст песни Sway and King Tech f Ill Advised, Rashee - 1.9.8.6. (Remix)
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[Ill Advised]What, too many thugs on mic`s, bought to show ya niggasLightnin strikes, in the same place twicePut on my game face like Rice, till my name in lightsPain and price, game tight, put this train in flightThe baby black catalyst, wanna battle this, miraculousFlow, like Jesus chain watered the wine and marriagesAverages sixty points a game, on point like cactusesFlippin the spatulas, on all ya wack rap amateursWhat, don`t even step in my circumference, we dump shitPump it, 30/30 til ya pump doin gun clipsThe gun clips spit the verbal, once flipCause a few to rise, do the styles, that`s on some shitSware to God, on my unborn, I be the one onNinety three million miles away, stars kept the sun warmSizzlin, fuck the Jews grizzlin, Crystal`s ChristeninI`m dissin em, they ain`t spittin it, we ain`t listeninThey vision been blurred, can`t recall when occurredWhen herb made words, we verbin thirty-third to thirdFuck what you heard, who preferred? Fly`s or bird?Wit the nerve to serve emcees to the stage to the curbLeave no witnesses, no clues to rip this shitBaby black wit the gift to spit ridiculousWest Philly streets to Brooklyn, on Saint NicholasWho number one when I hit ya list[Rasheed]Who number one, have the squads ever tied toe, tied toeOther crew them other tied toe, tied toeSo them other emcee, tied toe, tied toeIllaphilf, we outta nitro, what, what, whatWe outta dung-dung-di-dung-dung, diggy-dung-dung, diggy-diDiggy-dung-dung, diggy-dung-dung, diggy-dung-dung, diggy-diRemember the name of the crew, if they gonna be phifeyRemember the name of the crew, they call a[Black Thought]Yo down by a law, you must be talkin bout meIt`s the B-L-A-C-K, T-H-O-U-G-H-TBy these schooly crowd niggas, show them how to emceeYa I`m sayin, representin, we comin outta SPCheck it out, we take you a stab lower, approach closerHold it down to the utmost, my mic toast yaIlla-Fifth, illa vibe, illadel adrenalineSound waves leavin you tremblin, as we begin again[Malik B]Aiyo, I`m tryin to get this cash in abundanceRedundantly, I represent the rugged done DThe crack cost money, but yo the try`s freeI wack a MC, for tent out or step meNow test me, give you a once or compin the swineDump you wit the fifth emblem, leave ya niggas tremblinThen ya realize, the kiss of death pull up in `emTo minimize ya half ass freeze, you wack ass leavesMy rap leaves a thug full of poisonous back feedsTest ya whole attire, empire on fireI strike right back, sick, or ya might not clapWe get the whole round of applause, son get the jaws[Chorus: all]From the South to the WestTo the East to the NorthTo, if, find la son, the land of the lostGo off, disturbin order, 5 mics in The SourceQueens City, Roots Crew, it`s yours...