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Текст песни Thirstin Howl III f Brooklyn Academy - Russian Roulette

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We do three eh? One two three, three[Thirstin Howl III]I ain`t scared to play (THREE)Let me see that, whatchu thought?You`re not playin this game right, lookYou gotta spin it, spin it, just like thatSpin the barrel - I`ma TRY IT!SPIN THE BARREL! Watch, I ain`t scaredSPIN THE BARREL WATCH THIS WATCH! {*BLAM*}Chorus: {*overlaps TH3 above*}You get one shot, once chance to bust, who bust first?First to get slayed, playin russian rouletteYou get one shot, once chance to bust, who bust first?First to get slayed, playin russian roulette[Thirstin Howl III]Poured blood, ignored loveEven swore I trusted a little devil, in all usThe motive that keeps cheatin wives, lawns cutAt a boilin temperature before I`m even warmed upAt the speed of thought thug niggaz fightin for a needless causeAll you hear is, "John they`re stealing!"when we in the storesUncommon valor with the French make playerstake the bench above the rim without touchin the netThirsty, greedy, sometimes desperateWhen I lock rap down I`ma booby trap the exitBarricade, the entranceTurn demonic screamin into harmless careless whispersNo challengers, winnin the beltIf I say I`m top notch I`ll be just limitin myselfMC`s bore me like, elevator musicStreet panhandlers with resalvaged sewageAll A&R`s, bling-you-fit(??)If life`s a bitch, I`m one of her two kidsA motherfucker, if the shoe fitsIf rap was a school I`d be teachin at Yale`s institutionBrooklyn Hard Rock, with a toothpickThreatenin your life and safety, with no riskSkillionaire.. after I burn MC`s I give `em information on free clinic care[Chorus][Mr. Medaphor]My lyrics sprout like a brussel sonI get you open like a clam or a musselI might jam my knuckleBreakin down walls like brick-face and stuccoEat you like a thick steak, you fuck-oWhip you with my belt buckle; you wanna scuffle?I pull your cards while you shuffleI bag your bitch like a duffleThen grill you like a waffleYou`ll fall like falafel(?)I remove your tonsilsI`m housin kids like youth hostelsEnhalin forest fires blowin trees out my nostrilsTakin underground and carvin pipes out of fossilsI wet you up like ponchos on a dark stormy nightand spark forty micsI beat you up like forty dykes in BrooklynYou`ll get taken, tooken, for every nook and crannyI`ll stick your daughter and the nannyTake your baby`s candyGrab the brandy out the cabinetTake any found inhabitantand make his mind inadequeate, I spit my lyrics accurateImmaculate it`s hard to capture itYou don`t got half my wit; you better find an advocateto plead your raptureI`m leavin hands in the air, you leave in laughterStuck in the intro, I`m on the final chapter[Chorus][Pumpkinhead]I play roulette, with five bullets in the revolverThe problem solver rhyme evolver descend into GhanaUsin the marijuana to blaze niggaz like lavaHot like sippin java in the saunaI`m cold blooded like iguanasMy rhyme takes formCock back the hammer on the biscuit, I make stormsThe weather wizard who (??) and never visitheaven`s limits, my arms cross in b-boy positioninMix hydro with nitroglycerin; pose with the micin a tight hold lyrics hard like pistol-whippinI studied alchemian(??) mysticismBut still quick to cut youlike you Quiza-prison(??) from a distant visionI`m about to pull the trigger, gotta make a quick decisionThe sweat triple clouded my wisdom, lost my religionI guess that`s the cost of livin in this world with no girlno jewels or pearls; unfurl my new scriptMy thoughts are suicidal sickI pull the trigger all I hear is a clickMy thoughts is sick I pull the trigger all I hear is was a..{*BOOM*}[Block McCloud]Then I rise and shine from lies that blinded mind`s eyesand ties that bind to find your rhymes are dime sizedcompared to mine, you got no conceptsEatin from my table of contentsTake words out of my contextMy language is, like arabic too complexGot you mixed like marriagesMy songs flex from my larynxPlex you like a labryinthI stab you with, my dagger if you have a riffThe block hit, toxic material that`s hazardousYou bring life, like Christ to Nazareth then LazarusFabulous how I react with, presents to rap giftsIn fact it`s, radioactive flows that hold you captiveTrapped in zones homes is where this, rapper roamsin catacombs, trappin poems that stay with you like chaperonesControl the (?) of dark, like Napolean Bonaparteto get stoned and sparkedBones that burn poems(?) like Joan of Arc[Chorus 2X]

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