Текст (слова) песни: Big Daddy Kane - Death Sentence

I break out in a cold sweat, rip up the whole set
I`m about as bad as you can get
Comin` from Bed-Stuy, that`s where they do or die
Forget about the lions and tigers and bears, oh my
It`s not a fairy tale, a myth, it`s a musical uplift
and I`m the wrong one to mess with
I roll on rappers like a Cherokee, bake `em up merrily
just like the cooks at Sara Lee
Erase, replace, disgrace, and chase, unlace your face
and place a neck brace, about-face
And get to steppin`, because my lethal weapon
is blowin` too fast, while you`re slow as Catherine Hepburn
What you need is a little more speed, style and flavor
but it still wouldn`t save ya
So to the rear, step off and let the man flex
cuz I can hang tighter to the groove than spandex
I snatch the mic whith grace, always with a plan
and Cee`ll cut the recored up like Edward Scissorhands
Rock the soul shack, I can`t hold back
Four years standin` and I still got the knack
Cuz I remember when I first did it
the comments that were goin` around from the next critic
Like "Yeah, he sound alright, but still will he hold?"
And now my black ass is still here like Billy Joel
One hip-hopper that don`t have to sound proper
My broken English you can still distinguish
And I don`t have no image or no gimmicks
and I don`t have no bounds or no limits
The Kane`ll keep goin`, and growin`, and flowin`
and showin` any MC, I got the best finesse to manifest
Cuz I pull cards like some type of retard
Hittin` MCs hard, and any other Rass Claaad
I`m the predator to any competitor
Scorchin` and damagin` and stompin` et cetera
And any MC that tries to test me
I`m swellin` up his jaws mor than Dizzy Gillespie
Crushin` all dreams you thought were possible
I turn into nightmares you have in the hospital
I couldn`t count the rappes I be servin`
If defeat was sex, huh, I`d be a virgin
My match ain`t been found, movin` around, breakin` `em down
where the ground, never the clown, how that sound?
Don`t get gassed, cuz boy you won`t last
so take your crippled rhymes and put `em in a cast
You`re too pathetic, bring in a paramedic
to heal your sick rhymes, cuz man, you ain`t poetic
You`re just a cheap little hooker and I gotta overlook a
MC that`s wack, ya little bogger
And stand clear of the mic that I`m rippin`
as I`m......???
And get your jury and a good defendant
cuz I`m servin` a death sentence...

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Big Daddy Kane - Death Sentence I break out in a cold sweat, rip up the whole set I`m about as bad as you can get Comin` from Bed-Stuy, that`s where they do or die Forget about the lions and tigers and bears, oh my It`s not a fairy tale, a myth, it`s a musical uplift and I`m the wrong one to mess with I roll on rappers like a Cherokee, bake `em up merrily just like the cooks at Sara Lee Erase, replace, disgrace, and chase, unlace your face and place a neck brace, about-face And get to steppin`, because my lethal weapon is blowin` too fast, while you`re slow as Catherine Hepburn What you need is a little more speed, style and flavor but it still wouldn`t save ya So to the rear, step off and let the man flex cuz I can hang tighter to the groove than spandex I snatch the mic whith grace, always with a plan and Cee`ll cut the recored up like Edward Scissorhands Rock the soul shack, I can`t hold back Four years standin` and I still got the knack Cuz I remember when I first did it the comments that were goin` around from the next critic Like "Yeah, he sound alright, but still will he hold?" And now my black ass is still here like Billy Joel One hip-hopper that don`t have to sound proper My broken English you can still distinguish And I don`t have no image or no gimmicks and I don`t have no bounds or no limits The Kane`ll keep goin`, and growin`, and flowin` and showin` any MC, I got the best finesse to manifest Cuz I pull cards like some type of retard Hittin` MCs hard, and any other Rass Claaad I`m the predator to any competitor Scorchin` and damagin` and stompin` et cetera And any MC that tries to test me I`m swellin` up his jaws mor than Dizzy Gillespie Crushin` all dreams you thought were possible I turn into nightmares you have in the hospital I couldn`t count the rappes I be servin` If defeat was sex, huh, I`d be a virgin My match ain`t been found, movin` around, breakin` `em down where the ground, never the clown, how that sound? Don`t get gassed, cuz boy you won`t last so take your crippled rhymes and put `em in a cast You`re too pathetic, bring in a paramedic to heal your sick rhymes, cuz man, you ain`t poetic You`re just a cheap little hooker and I gotta overlook a MC that`s wack, ya little bogger And stand clear of the mic that I`m rippin` as I`m......??? And get your jury and a good defendant cuz I`m servin` a death sentence... Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Death Sentence: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/20547.html Все тексты песен: Big Daddy Kane » Big Daddy Kane - Raw » Big Daddy Kane - nuff Respect » Big Daddy Kane - DJ`s Get No Credit » Big Daddy Kane - Ooh » Big Daddy Kane - Its a Big Daddy Thing » Big Daddy Kane - Raw » Big Daddy Kane - Big Daddy vs. Dolemite » Big Daddy Kane - Float » Big Daddy Kane - Word to the Mother (Land) » Big Daddy Kane - Ill Take You There » Big Daddy Kane - Looks Like a Job For... » Big Daddy Kane - Brother Man, Brother Man » Big Daddy Kane - Stop Shammin` » Big Daddy Kane - Just Rhymin With Biz » Big Daddy Kane - How U Get a Record Deal? » Big Daddy Kane - The House That Cee Built » Big Daddy Kane - The Way Its Goin Down » Big Daddy Kane - Git Bizzy » Big Daddy Kane - Just Rhymin` with Biz » Big Daddy Kane - Brother Man Рекомендуем скачать: » Виктор Харлов - Осенняя разгульная » Визбор Юрий - Перед дальней дорогой » Валерия - Маленький принц » Владимир Береснев - Нарцисс » Высоцкий Владимир - СНАЙПЕР » Высоцкий Владимир - О ПОЭТАХ И КЛИКУШАХ » Валерий Винарский - Осенние разлуки » Владимир Высоцкий - Rien Ne Va Plue Ne Va » Владимир Высоцкий - У нее все свое » Вячеслав Климович - Дождь, рассеянной влагой плесни... » Владимир Высоцкий - Стою я раз на стреме... » Виктор Беседин - Ах, Светочка – Света » Владимир Кузьмин - По-прежнему вдвоем » Всеслав Дьяконов - Подмосковные снега » Виктор Шнейдер - Первый снег 1991 года (из цикла Первый снег) » Владимир Кузьмин - Белая луна » Высоцкий Владимир - ЧУЖАЯ КОЛЕЯ » Валерий Кузнецов - (Из милицейского цикла) » Вадим Седов - Вальс выздоровления » Валентин Вихорев - Коротаю я в Домбае...
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