Текст песни The Cenobites (Kool Keith and Godfather - You`re Late
The Cenobites (Kool Keith and Godfather - You`re Late слова песни
[Kool Keith]Yeah, what`s up with all you stupid motherfuckers out theregiving me that jive vibe and that jam jam, huhDon`t come back with grass between your assCause I`m out here to last and move on forward pastThat`s right, I gets deep up in that rectum and I checks themI got a problem, niggas is wack and they cold frontsSuburban areas, born and raised with no bluntsNever had a gun, one to pump in a shootoutAlways went to church with mom and wore a suit outWho doubt, can it be hard faking these godsYo Don, the kid down the block, he`s writing your styleKicking your style, flaunting your style, jocking your styleDid you see him at the Apollo andFollowing, swallowing sperm andThen throw up, blow up, then pick a ho upI never need to suck a dick for a dealI never need a car to pull a fly bitchI leave you standing like an S1-WCold and freezing with your asshole standingCoughing, sneezing, begging, pleasingMC`s smell like fish, that`s a reasonOh you cut your hair bald?Hey yeah yeah yeah yeahA lot of humane with rap skillsNow you`re selling your asshole dreams on Hollywood HillsLike a shark would bite, suck my deals with gillsCause you`re no frills, taking feminine pills reel to reelMy cock you feel, fuck that shitYour girl is wet as a sealYou can`t front man, act like a stunt manFool of the girls, cause your lover is one manI know the girls and the girls that lick girlsBut it`s hard to breathe with your bullshit gheri curlsDon`t try to step to the X with that ill shitI`m not P.M. Dawn, crazy man with real shitDon`t try to play me cause you gotta do shows, hoesWipe that shit out your nose[Percee-P]In `88 it was all about an ill flowLyrcial goodies, not a hoodie and a steel toeTalking bout you wrecking parties, stretching hottiesCatching bodies, then let me see you step to GottiI stunned you with skills, megatons of itFuck the guns and shit, I`ll beat anyone you getI cut you off like a sharp machete bladeSwear to God, the only card you be pulling is MedicaidJoke to me, broke MC with a gold headWrecking, checking say better rhymes on my own shitI got a deal corruption and come up withBut niggas like you just suck dickLike cattle, punk rappers I rounds upYo chief, I turns your fucking beef into ground chuckYou`re pulling bitches? Nope, not on my blockNigga, the only hoes you can get is from my glockBoom boom boom boom[Kool Keith]Yo Don, punch the fuck in, you`re late[Godfather Don]Body bag `em, I stang `em with lyrical dimes be hangin upNiggas that figure we`re the triggers with fake triggersNever underestimate what the best will takeOf the rest state of MC`s make them bless the greatOf some more top minds, align refineTo the exaggerated potency of a glock nineI rock mine with tope rhymes in a lot timeTo weaker brothers, and others who debate I got mineI rock on beat off beat, toss meatWhere`s that skill, punk? You lost meRehearse first curse cause we heard church worseAnd facilitate rehabilitate the message purposesBlood spatter, I`m mad as a mad hatterRappers stagger badder rappers at a distance for instanceRappers get deals after kicking nilI`m checking skill after that`s a drill technical billHearse blood on my first drug so leave nubs for handsMy Tims land like Van Damme to SamMan that`s packing dust, the dust with a lush to bustBecause of us you want to get back into lyrcial thrustBut the mic you hold is overthrownOr should I spit out of my lung on my tounge I brought a TrojanNow I`m a disperse the verse and piece the purseAnd keep the Earth decrease when I drop a piece