Текст песни Virtuoso f Jedi Mind Tricks, T-Ruckus - Beatdown
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[Virtuoso]Yo, I be attestin` bad you soon discover I`m the best aroundVirtuoso omnipotent medulla rule the extra crowdsStep in battles weapon-rals give ya chest a pound`til ya breast is ground meatPharaohs Army sound fleetSnatch ahold of half ya soul make, casseroleCrack a pole on ya back and roll you in the blackest holeThe winter brewed, enter nude Amazonian jungle warfareSilver back guerilla I`m covered in more hairthan four chairs in a barber shopVocals hard as rocks and the beat`s on smashMake ya veto, jigga weak foeCause my machete unique flow fuckin` beat yo assI got the key to sense or hear a deer sharp as foxSound as when carver chop, galaxies and stars`ll dropYou know Virt, run with ogres who throw dirtStomp ya ass `til ya bones squirt like yogurt[T-Ruckus]Aiyyo rush extreme pervert, I`m undercover covertYou need to put in work, and get ya games out my faceLet the flames in the place, you fuckin` wid Ruck`s a fatal moveYou stand in disgrace yo my brain`s in outerspaceTaste the toxic, improved reflexes like shadowboxin`Sternum crack, extreme force applied to ya backPick ya torture that`s the rackI`ll scortch ya with the liftAnd word style I clash like, (woof) with full clipsGuerilla war I killed ya coreAtilla the Hun don`t want noneI rap shit, into the floorsSpittin` shots through ya door, and kick that bitch downFrom the bowel, where Ruck throws the mic to the groundIn discussin` Ruck you trust, word to usYou spittin` the shit we flush time to bustAnd crack the earth`s crust with one thrustNasty as shit, toxic the hazardous, analyst[Hook]"I got it locked from the 2-1 pound to beantown"From Philly to Boston we tossin` cats to the ground"Then some clown jumps up to get beatdown"Virtuoso, T-Ruckus, Jedi Mind for the crown"I got it locked from the 2-1 pound to beantown"We cats that speak growls to blast ya weak sound"Then some clown jumps up to get beatdown"Big Virt, Ruckus, Jedi bring the beatdown[Vinnie Paz a.k.a Ikon]Prepare for the blitzkrieg, ya wrist bleed into six seasYa veinless, my stainless will split treesThe fist need to smash through the brainSoul of the chauvanist cast into the flameYou`ll come to learn that my flesh is unslashableYou damn coward ya man power is laughable ya chest blastableThe chaplain`ll smash you in the adam`s applefor not doin` what`s asked of youThat`s the last of you, I`m a sick bastardI spit gases and split rappers wid pick axesFrom Illadelph Shambala to Los AngelesRappers are mummified from the number of bandages that I inflictedWith guillotine swiftnessWe mean vicious and fiends can get they spleen shifted[Jus Allah a.k.a Megatron]Jus Allah and Vinnie Paz, leave ya flags raised at half mastLet the fuck off wid less crimes than fuckin` catsThe wrath, leavin` you outside and jackedThen we drop more shells than pregnant crabsThe glock make motherfuckas bow down in hellYou opened immediate, like priority mailThat`s my dog and I clean up after his tailSo the evidence can`t pin the god in jailLeavin` you peeled, buried in an underground cellWhile your family still hopin` you alive and wellCall the Reaper, tell him I got, lives for saleI`m paid for each motherfucka supplied to hellI can tell y`all can provide work for meMotherfucka like Hercules first friday MercuryVirtuoso pass the bluntAnd let Megatron smoke these trees down to skunks[Hook] (2x)