Текст песни The Roots f Talib Kweli - Soundbombing III
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SOUND (sound) BOMBING (bombing)[Light faded voice of Black Thought]Cause when I put rhymes in they minds yoFor all y`all folks who were hopin and wishinand I can assault, tryin`a take my positionStop wishin, and sit yourself back and listen toA`yo, cause when I put rhymes in they minds yoFor all y`all folks who were hopin and wishinand I can assault, tryin`a take my positionStop wishin, and sit your ass back[Chorus: Black Thought]A`yo when I say pump that, y`all say shit upPump that! (Shit up)Pump that! (Shit up)When I say stand up, y`all say get upStand up! (Get Up)Stand up! (Get Up)When I say rise up, y`all say nowRise up! (Now)Rise up! (Now)When I say lick a shot, say blaowLick a shot! (blaow)Lick a shot! (blaow)[Verse 1: Black Thought]A`yo everybody on they jawnsCartoons is hardcore pornIt ain`t no afterschool paper routes and mowin lawnsKids got backpacks full of yayo and heronComing to school shootin up the auditoriumYo its anthrax maniacs on the TVThe least of y`all worries should be Thought`s cdThe chairman of the board coppin twice weeklyThey done caught the minister with a pork b.l.t.If my shit ain`t hot, it probly try to drive mePsyhce, its somethin I can never let myself seeCan`t see, I`m thorough-bread, nothin fancyThe maker, no matter what the circumstance beIts the principle, pillowcase full of nickelSmacked like I`m (??), leave him crippledKeep talkin greasey I`ma big lip youA`yo your man`ll can get slid with youYou and the squad takin to galoshesI hold the engineer for hostageand spit from a dirty cartridgeIts L for whoever try to front on Thought`s shitI`m sendin them goons to your mom`s apartment[Chorus][Verse 2: Dice Raw]A`yo I`m dancin, on the edge of insanityand rhymin like its the end of humanityStill people from the old neighborhood can`t stand to see meTurn around and tell girls we like familyWhat up with all that, jokin, and collamityBehind the laughter they thinkin about jammin meBut they don`t know, I got somethin for themBut I ain`t with that negative vibe, so fuck all thatI`ve earned alot from this game, and sacrificed moreStand here a new man, but I`m still the old boyThey claimin they sell but I`m still the old bossSometimes wings get clipped, we all hit the floorBut today though, its Black Thought, Kweli and RawYou can be sure that we got our eyes on y`allWatchin different artists rise and fallMother fuckers jumpin ship like we came to rob at y`all[Chorus][Verse 3: Talib Kweli]Kweli, sittin back in the cut like ReeseIn a constant peace, call me fantastic like I cut the greaseBaracudas movin and canoein sippin amarettoI`m a ruler of my temple, what I do to instrumentalsInstrumentals is the development of these niggas mentalsTears in your eyes like this moment is sentimentalYour fundamentally floored, philosophically boredDisturbed like the eighth floor of your hospital wardYou`ve GOT to appoint niggas to raise the barMuslims praise Allah, Christians praise the GodRastas, they say JahThey find a way to rhyme with the pallet like fine wineand make you say ahhhGuess who`s back?The game needed improvementCan`t fit the bullshit no more, you sound stupidI`m a shark in the water with constant movementinfluenced by music since a truant yoThis is how we do it yo[Chorus x2]