Текст (слова) песни: Black Thought, Common, Pharoahe Monch, a - Lyricists Lounge Vol. 1

Typed by: Nature2QBC@aol.com

*after 2 minutes of talking*

[Bobbito]
Yo so let`s get the mic burned, open it up

[Black Thought]
Yes I, check it out
It`s like, you listen to the musician
Umbilicle mic, my syllable strikes ya vision
I take you through a tunnel of thought, wit no support
Now you got caught off guard, by the number one scar for the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically for feelin this, Black Thought yo the skill assisted
By the Mal-ik B, the symbol you remember me to be type valid
Disasterous, the master just bust this, for the listener
Black Thought yo, while I exhibit the
Styles, from the artist, boast strokes of lyrical darkness, enter the style
Severin rooms just like apartments, ill flavor
I`m a skyscraper by nature
Down wit my number one neighbor, Common
>From the city of Illinois, you destroy when we bombin, what?
Off the top-a, the dome lyric-al don-datta Mr. Trotter
Aiyyo we gotta lotta MC`s, on the line of this ready to rhyme
So I`m just gon` set go down wit mine, rewind, check it out

[Common]
I persue sound fairs, relaxed like Dru Down`s hair
Other niggas rhymes are like gang signs, I throw down theirs
On Knotts I Landed, players get played like Hamlet
Supposedly nice, taken for granted like life
I write twice and drop singles in record pools
Niggas I`m dunkin like when cops mingle, fuck hip hop jingles
Rhymin big words and not sayin shit
The click that you came in wit, the accent you flavor whipped
I got my nigga Tariq, I freak it in the middle of the week
Niggas is weak an` and I start to speakin
Niggas start to leakin, my nigga Derek D an`
I`m foreseein the future, funky for human beings
Like I was the Biz Mark, I bring the noise iller
Com Sense`ll be the rhyme killer, I spill a
Little bit of juice to a MC who need a new producer
Got my nigga Y-Not in the spot and I rock like crack
I`m ready to attack, Thoughts is Black
Niggas understand the intelligence and relevance to this rhyme
I Stretch a nigga all across the line like I was Bobbito or Armstrong
Com`s song`ll keep goin, I start the holdin
My flowin is turnin to earth
The birth is comin through, listenin to cut old school *laughin*
?Tremblin when it came down the shoot?

[Pharoahe Monch]
(Pharoahe) Yeah yeah (Pharoahe) yeah yeah
(Pharoahe) yeah yeah yo
Always beginnin em, forever blendin them, bendin em again and again
Sendin em back, lettin em know that minimum wages
Subliminally befriending em for criminal ac-tivity
Mics I chop like Florida State Seminoles wit criminal facts
And milly ac-tually I piss on your promotional wax
It`ll be tight but only this, what nigga swears he`s the nicest
Just because he got rhyme of the month twice
Four mic devices, the gem star blade the shit slices
Rip-trip-chop-chop-chop and dices, Absolute
Absolute uh, Absolute uh, Absolute uh (kill it)

[Absolute]
Yes, rippin the microphone
My words will enlight your dome
When I`m quick to strike your home just like Capone
N-Noreaga, wit The War Report, my orrator will slaughter yours
Still waitin for the beat to come in, I`m dangerous like Satan
Eatin bacon in front of a Muslim, I`ll battle you and your cousin
It`s the beef for black attack
When I, yes quick to subtract the wack
When I go from track to track, bouncin in the mounds and coutin
Flowin like water from a fountain when I deliver
Like water from a river makin you shiver
That`s for sore, the connoisseur rippin ill-literature
Yes, but I`m about to get deeper
You`ll catch a ill reflection from listenin too close to the speaker
When I reach ya, it`s gettin more clearer, outta the era

[Black Thought]
It`s like this, we keep you open like a parachute
Took a shot of hip hop, it`s Absolute
For my man from the House of Representatives
And turn it out, aiyyo I always do, that`s what I`ma bout ta
Do I show you a style and throw you?
For all competitors, Black Thought comin through the seckle cuz
I`m the superior style and you inferior
Let me adjust my voice so you can hear me ta--
Bust rule the, microphone
Pure skills, nuttin but it, all of a sudden
MC`s just start to studdered from the rap style
Hey yo let me rewind check it out, check it out
Well it`s the, deranged style that change formats and forms
I swarm like killa bees for feelin these fantasies

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Off the top-a, the dome lyric-al don-datta Mr. Trotter Aiyyo we gotta lotta MC`s, on the line of this ready to rhyme So I`m just gon` set go down wit mine, rewind, check it out [Common] I persue sound fairs, relaxed like Dru Down`s hair Other niggas rhymes are like gang signs, I throw down theirs On Knotts I Landed, players get played like Hamlet Supposedly nice, taken for granted like life I write twice and drop singles in record pools Niggas I`m dunkin like when cops mingle, fuck hip hop jingles Rhymin big words and not sayin shit The click that you came in wit, the accent you flavor whipped I got my nigga Tariq, I freak it in the middle of the week Niggas is weak an` and I start to speakin Niggas start to leakin, my nigga Derek D an` I`m foreseein the future, funky for human beings Like I was the Biz Mark, I bring the noise iller Com Sense`ll be the rhyme killer, I spill a Little bit of juice to a MC who need a new producer Got my nigga Y-Not in the spot and I rock like crack I`m ready to attack, Thoughts is Black Niggas understand the intelligence and relevance to this rhyme I Stretch a nigga all across the line like I was Bobbito or Armstrong Com`s song`ll keep goin, I start the holdin My flowin is turnin to earth The birth is comin through, listenin to cut old school laughin ?Tremblin when it came down the shoot? [Pharoahe Monch] (Pharoahe) Yeah yeah (Pharoahe) yeah yeah (Pharoahe) yeah yeah yo Always beginnin em, forever blendin them, bendin em again and again Sendin em back, lettin em know that minimum wages Subliminally befriending em for criminal ac-tivity Mics I chop like Florida State Seminoles wit criminal facts And milly ac-tually I piss on your promotional wax It`ll be tight but only this, what nigga swears he`s the nicest Just because he got rhyme of the month twice Four mic devices, the gem star blade the shit slices Rip-trip-chop-chop-chop and dices, Absolute Absolute uh, Absolute uh, Absolute uh (kill it) [Absolute] Yes, rippin the microphone My words will enlight your dome When I`m quick to strike your home just like Capone N-Noreaga, wit The War Report, my orrator will slaughter yours Still waitin for the beat to come in, I`m dangerous like Satan Eatin bacon in front of a Muslim, I`ll battle you and your cousin It`s the beef for black attack When I, yes quick to subtract the wack When I go from track to track, bouncin in the mounds and coutin Flowin like water from a fountain when I deliver Like water from a river makin you shiver That`s for sore, the connoisseur rippin ill-literature Yes, but I`m about to get deeper You`ll catch a ill reflection from listenin too close to the speaker When I reach ya, it`s gettin more clearer, outta the era [Black Thought] It`s like this, we keep you open like a parachute Took a shot of hip hop, it`s Absolute For my man from the House of Representatives And turn it out, aiyyo I always do, that`s what I`ma bout ta Do I show you a style and throw you? For all competitors, Black Thought comin through the seckle cuz I`m the superior style and you inferior Let me adjust my voice so you can hear me ta-- Bust rule the, microphone Pure skills, nuttin but it, all of a sudden MC`s just start to studdered from the rap style Hey yo let me rewind check it out, check it out Well it`s the, deranged style that change formats and forms I swarm like killa bees for feelin these fantasies Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Lyricists Lounge Vol. 1: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/23230.html Все тексты песен: Black Thought, Common, Pharoahe Monch, a » Black Thought, Common, Pharoahe Monch, a - Lyricists Lounge Vol. 1 » Black Thought, Common, Pharoahe Monch, a - Live From the D.J. 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