Текст песни Tonedeff f A.L. Skills, PackFM, Rise, Su - Allstar Cypher
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[Substantial]Your majesty, makes casualties of wack emceesCatch you off guard like niggas speaking japaneseMics I have to seize, I`m Duracell, You`re dollar-store batteriesWith that wackness, please, send your weak records back to the factoriesI shop in Delaware, ain`t nobody taxing meNot unlikely, well actuallyWe come hotter than big pun, you still don;t sound fat to me[PackFM]We`re bananas like a daiquiri, haven`t you heard?They say 3 is the magic number, Dominion`s the magic wordI`m stabbing your nerves with the pens that`s in your pocket protectorsBlocking you set, knock your head right off the top of you neckI`m blocking your tech. Mad malicious, crazy viciousYour rhyme was weak as fuck, I thought that you were blowing kissesWhole crew got issues. I ain`t got time to diss youI`m the shit, Only foes are diapers and Scott tissueCompetition I rip through. You can`t tear shitAnd the only projects you`ve ever been through... is Blair Witch[Rise]I can`t hold a job, because I`m so sick I always call outMake rappers shit enough bricks to build a small houseMy records, if they`re all out, buy the mixtapeI ripped it, unless the DJ screamed over my lyricsNasty, I`ve been called the MAN latelyLocked up, a ladies man, will turn to a man`s ladyI heard your freestyles, and all the songs you come withYou`re not developed, you should climb back in your mom`s stomach[Wordsworth]Wordworth`s about to make your whole style plummetI got a hundred of different stylesMatter of fact, I got a hundred of womenthat means I got about a hundred of different childsOr children, I`ve been buildingRaps are just, be fulfilling my obligations, this is my job and my occupationAnd I`m sorry if I`m rhyming at your own show, then I got you waiting[Wiseguy]Hired MCs occupation is to rock the nationI`m happy rocking the basementWord Up, Cause I don`t need to rock a whole population of small nationsThree people is enough, cause my rhymes that rough and toughI`ll call your bluff, call you up and hang upClick! Leave you alone with the phone and the dialtoneA.L. show `em[A.L. Skills]Now, you couldn`t take me out if you had a chaperoneWhat! I kill MCs over the phoneSo, call the fire guards, and red alertCause I kill MCs through your MHz, my baretta jerksKills MCs off the top of the brainYour girls giving me brain, cause AL is insaneYou know the name, el nombreI do it in Spanish, MCs stepping to me, of course they vanishSpenglish or Spanglish, whatever, que loco tu qiueraAL, fuera fuego[Tonedeff]Given any instance in time, I split the rhythm in a million piecesPull tubes on scuba gear to disable the breathing featuresI`m fabled in regions, that I`ve hardly seen or dreamed of evenElvis believes I`m the king because I stole the crown from StephenI`m overachieving. Y`all niggas snoring or sleepingNeed to WAKE THE FUCK UP, game point for PLAYAS scoring a beatingThe Foreman of freedom, when you let me onCause after you hear us...you`ll never wanna go back like Elian[Wordsworth]Yo, what the hell he on?He be buggin out, when it`s a hot track now you can tell we onYou prolly got some radiation inside of your brain and a tumor from hearing this because your celly`s onBut wordsworth`ll come across any stationYou prolly jotting this down for your documentationThis is something off the top of the dome, I didn`t write itBut I know I`ll be killing all you rappers sooner or later, cause I`m a psychicYou gotta like it[PackFM]He`s a psychic, and I got my sidekicks, PackFMYou can`t rush it, going biking, while you`re pedalingYo, I fucking roll, pumping like adrenalineMy shit is ill, I`m under your skin just like the melaninPackFM, last name is an acronym, I`m smackin menUm, fucking getting your shit pumped just like an abdomenA Six Pack, Yo, you get your shit backCall the dispatch, because your shit`s wackYo, get off the dick black