Текст песни Terminator X f Chief Groovy Loo - Ain`t Got Nuttin`
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[Chief Groovy Loo]The Chief Groovy Loo, never rehearsalsSwift in the mind, no need for commercial rhymesthat`s stacked, black, back to backNo time for paper, so I put it on a trackMC for a while, sat back and listenedBut in ninety-one, it`s time to start dissinFor those opposin goals - be on your toesJust watch the stage when it blowsCause live and direct is the cat from rapThe Chief of the tribe who slay new jacksI`m not the ordinary rhyme competitorYou feel the force when you step through the doorYou`re hit by a beam of light, unimaginableYou step to the Groove, and I`ma damage youYou can`t get with the man who does workYou jump in the ring with the Groove, and get hurtMC can`t get with the microphone masterThat`s absurd so you know that he has to becrazy as hell, mad because his records won`t sellJust look at his face and you can tellthe fear of death that I leave on an MCBustin at point blank range and he missed meWho gives a fuck about you and your crew?MC`s ain`t got nuttin on Loo I tell you, you got nothin on me, nothin I tell you..Yeah, when you first step into the placejust give me some space - Terminator, pump up the bassLet`s give this party some kick huhWhile I pop shit with rhymes that`ll stickto your brain, like a piece of scotch tapeand if you`re fake, you`ll be starrin at your own wakeDead as doorknob Hobbes you didn`t do your jobI been peepin, but now it`s time to expose your cardto the listeners, so they can bear witnessto microphone physical fitnessYeah, the Groove is real rawAnd I`ll come knockin at your doorI kick in your face, because you tried to bassI wouldn`t leave a trace you get done by the acemechanic of the microphoneAnd when I swing, I`m swingin for your domeMC`s ain`t got nuttin on Loo I tell you, you got nothin on me, nothin I tell you, nothin..Yeah, when I pick up a pen, huh, it`s time to write againAnother record? Yeah, go `head and tell your friendsThe gangster of rap is back, you better dress in black Jackbecause the prairie ground is packedwith suckers like yourself, it`s not good for your healthyou know why? Groove is top shelfThe lyrics are right, makes you unite so hold tightcause you can`t win so don`t fightthe feelin of wheelin and dealin, and as you`re stealinlyrics of rapture, words just be healinthe mind, body, and soul, as I take controlDon`t play the role grab ahold cause I`ma bowlrap, after rap, and when your body adaptsmy rhymes is packed, now get strappedand ready to rock steady, cause it`s a armagedde`As I slice right through you like FreddiePuddles of blood are left in my pathas I cruise right past, and don`t even askwho what when or why cause it`s the same replyThe G-R-double-O-V-YHe`s back again, sure to win, in the endhuh, you`re just another dead friendMC`s ain`t got nuttin on Loo I tell you, you got nothin on me, nothin I tell you, nothin..Yeah, this one goes out to the Chosen TribeTerminator X, Public Enemy, Chuck DMr. Bell Productions, The Gypsy ManBig Daddy RichAnd I go by the name of the Chief y`alland we out