Текст песни The 7A3 - Drums of Steel
The 7A3 - Drums of Steel слова песни
[ VERSE 1: Bret E.B. ]Stop what you`re doin, cause the plane`s takin offMiss a second of instructions, and you might get lostIn a crazy cloud of madness, [?spanish?]Ultimate extravaganza, the style and finesseNow he`s the S-e-a-double n-i-eFather`s last name is Bouldin, so he uses the BCaptivator of the cuties, understood by fewMakin money for a livin, cause this is what we doYou just have a man if your soul is hollowThe crew has chose to lead cause we never learned to followSo all you who flex, and yo, you know the dealJust listen to my drummer, y`all, and his drums of steelListen to my drummerAs my drummer goes bangTo my drummerAs my drummer goes bangListen to my drummerAs my drummer goes bang[ VERSE 2: Bret E.B. ]Good time guaranteed, take no nonsenseYo Muggs, that`s your cue, so let the beat commenceSo all you lovers, watch your girl, cause we`ll take em to UtopiaHold her real close, cause we might be scopin herSean has the dream, I have the visionI think it`s `bout time the coalition starts this missionSee, prophets speak with knowledge, the truth they never mitigateOur bond is strong, for no more thou shall desecrateCold rock a rabble, question when we quibbleDon`t understand? Then figure out the riddleCause I`m speakin knowledge, everything`s for realListen to my drummer, y`all, and his drums of steelListen to my drummerAs my drummer goes bangTo my drummerAs my drummer goes bangListen to my drummerAs my drummer goes bangTo my drummerAs my drummer goes bang, bang[ VERSE 3: Bret E.B. ]Inventin lyrics is the motive, and this is the lifeLive for the moment and rollin the diceCause gamblers always takin a chanceThe drums are slammin, so let`s all danceBrother, listen to that good old hip-hop musicThere`s no comparison, so don`t you confuse itWith any other, in a class of its ownSome might say it`s the vocal toneWord, talkin in English, never speakin in tonguesIt`s the bass in the voices and the air in the lungsGrandmixer Muggs, show em what hip-hop meansBaby boys outta Brooklyn, DJ from QueensBut now we cool in Cali, live in L.A.Makin money for a livin, livin day by dayEven heavy metallers give up and yieldWhen they listen to our drummer, y`all, and his drums of steelListen to my drummerAs my drummer goes bangTo my drummerAs my drummer goes bangListen to my drummerAs my drummer goes bangTo my drummerAs my drummer goes bang, bang, bang