Текст песни Ultra (Kool Keith and Tim Dog) - Ain`t Nobody Happenin
Ultra (Kool Keith and Tim Dog) - Ain`t Nobody Happenin слова песни
[Intro: Kool Keith]Yeah, it`s the first quarter, goin into the secondAll labels, drop your actsRappers I`m dead serious, stop what you doinTake it real personal, you know you`re wakLook in the mirror, it`ll tell you the truthYo, I must confessYou know who I am, bust this[Kool Keith]Stop your music, hold up, your temperature is wakI bought your gimmick album, erased the tape, took it backYou was wrong for rhymin, that was a sinYou should STOP, cause rap`s now worse againYou knew you was doo-doo, fakin that you was so brutalYour style was all canned, your stuff was all chicken noodleWith no sale, you gave your promos out at retailTryin to flim-flam and pay them kids off at SoundScanYou bought me real stuff, BUFF - powderpuffAll I saw was tons of group sissies actin roughGraffiti wars, a bunch of crowds, project hallsMess with drama, your garbage style`s WonderamaI got skills, but butt crack is all MassengilIndependent, while groupies front while you drive a rentedUp at that atmosphere, headpiece like {?}You`ll be trapped with empty pockets around Yankee StadiumI know your background, it`s a puppet actin wildI know your issue, I`m in your ass Scotty TissueKool Keith is no joke, better will not make you hopePray to my nuts flat butts talk like Mariah CareyI`m out there, you on my testicles this yearI tell you straight, you all rah rah[Chorus 2X: Kool Keith]Ain`t nobody happenin (nobody happenin)Ain`t nuttin good be happenin (nuttin be happenin)Just because you got a deal (clear the way)Don`t mean you know how to rap[Tim Dog]Mad rappers try to test my lyrical anarchyLike Sparky from Detroit Tigers, I don`t quitAw shit, Bronx niggaz always come legitOnce I lay my rap down, it`s a hitOf course the track gotta be fat for Tim Dog to rapNo more gettin with this, and no more gettin with thatCause I reign the terrain like weather, howeverRappers try to Run-D.M.C. but I`m +Tougher Than Leather+How dare you, think you can dismantleI`ma call you Campbell cause somebody got you soupedFrontin wit`cha man when you know you ain`t cuteYou and your man can catch a bad one quickI see mad motherfuckers get done for simple shit (word)So what`s it gonna be, you or me? Life or deathLike Whitney Hou` you be holdin your breathCause I don`t give a fuck where you been or where you atIf you come wak then you betta watch your backCause rap is sacred, so don`t fake itAnd these fuckin devils out here tryin to take it[Chorus][-- unknown emcee --]Secret agent, seen a thing, heard a thing, launchin at latitudeAimin things, standing top, send it at longitudeI-I-know-know-that-that-you-you-be affectedMovin like a virus and niggaz they been infectedLet the doctor give you a shot, moved up from sharpshooterAimin for the bridge of yo` nose, BLAOW!Fallin down, fallin downI make complicated statements, with, unlimited phone callsSwingin that, bringin that, {?} West coast swinger rapperBa-ba-ba leavin-in-the-evenings, daytime talkin decentRecently I`m part of the North, you beat me to the recordusage of my lyrical form at the sceneLookin like a heterosexual, about to lose his manhoodBrothers swear they hot when they sound like Orville ReddenbacherPop pop pop pa-pop pa-popLabels signin innocents, tryin to tell `em that they better senseIgnore them babies, they cryin for attentionYo here`s yo` pacifier, suck this brown dick `til it turns WHITE[Chorus]