Текст песни Urban Dance Squad - Good Grief
Urban Dance Squad - Good Grief слова песни
My style is triple, quadruple, damage for mc`sI make `em huff `n puff like mufflers for meinekeHuman exhaust, you wanna get lost ?Rhymes plus exxon ride brains like alain prostMc clowns, I blaze townsI dragwheel skulls, leave with speed `n dust cloudAll you monkeys, donkeys, alternative junkiesI`m strictly t-rex, `n my rap just crunch, seeThe jive `n babble, throw heavy scrabbleSparkles plus the bubbles plus the flavor like snappleAll you socalled rebels heavy metal cattleSome horses got force but I simply tame with saddleHunt a stunt like `red october`, ain`t crossin` overOops ! scud scrub ? patriot makes pulverThe music hits, fierce as it isCheck the brothers in the crowd that `hiss`Good griefIndustry check to mac, and wanna know meI kick against control untamed like wild ponyStay lonely like tony, attract like coney islandMy style man, don`t need no master, flasherTest a prankster gangster like a gatt much fasterGet the band aid, the kid front hard knockI sport more techniques confidential than fort knoxSort of tool - glock - automatic on the staticSynthetic - plastic ?- you stay ready with the cascetI throw a style, now a freak wants to test itIt`s crazy mega fab, makes your hottie cherI crush mc jaws who oughtta be chandelierAnd drop the ltter - on the quitterThe survival-rival gets strangerMuch fitterWorldwide you get served like stinky cheeseMore force than a sexual intercourseSo mc`s please !Brothers amaze - keep `em all in a dazeWith the wild funk blazeGood griefOne time for your mind now, as I have to climb nowStep by step now, where your rap nowI kick the flavor like a wes cravenPeople under my stairs wanna steal like ravenBlack with breaks wanna croak when spoken toSome shitty nonsense beat, you gotta be jokin` tooThe rhyme enforcer, rhythm corsairHit the core with force, well of course oh !Don`t give me that lip lipLike he thought that he couldI frown on bullshit like my name`s clint eastwoodYou come with fronts, stunts `n posesI welcome you to my jungleLike my name was guns `n rosesI blast the sound, you check the soundYou gotz to be down, and be like charlie brownSaying good grief