Текст песни The Goats - Cumin` in Ya Ear
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Chorus:Comin` in ya ear with a mic and a drum (x3)Comin` in ya ear with a mic[Swayzack]Ya better believe that I`ll be dreamin` of a black ChrismasAnd at the top of my list is a fatspliffAnd ya know it`s a hoota of the Buddah blessedTrue to the blue cause I got sigma on my chestAnd we rest because our cause speeds on its wayIt`s on our way, we`re on our way, the S I G M ASo what do you say? What do you know? Where you like to go?To the step show with a pro or with a falsettoAnd what I mean is a speaker who can`t see the lightHe cooks his rhymes in a breaker puts `em in a pipeI`m not the type, I`m not the type, I say it one more timeI`m not the type to be sublime in any rhyme of mine[Madd]I heard you wasn`t down with these Philly mutherfuckersInstead of Welches Grape you used some shit called SmuckersWell knucker, I`m here ta letyou know just what I think o` thatTo quotemy man Chico "Smooth move Ex-Lax"Ya slippin` tryin` ta keep pace with the driverBut you can`t even catch my saliva>From drippin`, I`m spittin`, all over you like PippenScottie beam me up cause all these lunatics are flippin`Like a tumbler, I`m the rumbler, not Stevie but wonderNot a stumbler or a blumbler over words that you can`t understandMy man, 50 grand, shakin` handsIf I had a bird brain last name... I`d be Dan[OaTie]While I get mine ya bitin` rhymes like a canineDay nine in line welfare line timeA pro lifer is the piper that I`d like ta uhRoll a rolla roll on {line style ala O. Konfusion}If it is the early morning dawn, I`ll sing that song like OrlandoTony, a white man, not a leader just a man tooSaying what ya can`t do cause ya typed it in stereoLike seeing a doughnut and calling it a CheerioHeroes and heroes and heroinesI`m here ta rectify all the comins and goinsThis moment in time is defined by ambiguityPlausible denial, no trials is the beautyChorus[Swayzack]Draw the line because ya know the Jack-in-the-box will cross itAnd just intime cause for your mind I think they said ya lost itI said ya lost it, one more time, ya lost it!Ya paid the cost for tryin` to be somethin` that you`re notA big shot but what ya got is a small spotAnd you can get a lickety lick lick shotCause Jack-in-the-box is not drivin` Mrs. DaisyI get what I got but not from old white ladies (damn!)So save that shady shit for somebody`s Uncle TomI ain`t related, ya hate it when I drop a bomb[Madd]Coo Coo ca chew I`m the Goats who are you?Grab the microphone and do that thing that you doYa call it rhymin`, ha, that`s so funny I forgot ta laughI made better sounds than thatcome out crack of my assOn my first day, on my worst day, and even in my hearse dayYou couldn`t write a rhyme, if I gave you the first verseTa play with sorta sloppily but make sure you gives props to meI don`t play games so damn I hates MonopolyI`m the macho, hancho, nacho eatin`Like Tanto, I`m yo, smooth as a motherfucker[OaTie]1 2 I`m gettin` ta be the who`s whoOf the food for the thinkers I don`t tinker with the winkersLike I, Hop, I drop props at all hoursLike Psycho, I might go stab Duke in the showerDoobie Doo Doobie Doo Scoobie Doo Doobie Da Yaaa!Rhyme sayer, not a mayor, I don`t pretend to be a playerFlava, I hope the dopes listen to Chief SeattleHe`s not one for the battle or the paddle or the saddleLike Lite Beer from Miller, it is and that`s thatLike Rhyme beer from Killer, it`s the shit and phat`s phatSpelled with a "P" just like in tel-tel-telephoneLivin` in North Philly`s a form of hell-hell-hell-hell a home... notChorus*Shoutouts*