Текст (слова) песни: D Nice - Crumbs On The Table

(Is that a turntable? Well get on it it`s your turn)

Who gets laid the chicken or the egg?
How about the MC that has just been led
To a renegade teacher preacher then he got stomped
Cause I`m a feature straight from the Bronx
Productions better known as Boogie Down
If I was a king right now I`d get crowned
The Nice is a teacher not a prince or a rap lord
I even write my rhymes on a blackboard
To get specific, and probably make you understand
What makes the 808 plan
It`s simple, I`m a round it off like this
That`s how many stupid MC`s I`ve dissed
But if the commence to try me I won`t buy it
I`ll look them up and down and I`ll say "Don`t even try it"
Cause I can go on and on without breathing
The TR, another form of BDP-eating
MC`s like Chunky, moving real bluntly
Shaking and baking MC`s like a junky
Fiending, hitting MC`s like they was cocaine
Calling them John Doe, meaning they have no name
I`ll spin you like a quarter, drink you like water
Hit below the belt with things you never thought of
I lay down the law that I am a slaughter
I roll like a tital wave, so you oughta
Float like a sailboat, move like a speedboat
In water, now watch you soak
Into a rhyme of mine until you hit the bottom
It`s heavy like an anchor, it`s no problem
For me to just bake you, eat you like a cookie
I am a profressional, boy, you`re just a rookie
I`m here to sing a song, but some are not able
Compared to me you`re just crumbs on the table

In my prime, more vocal than I`ve ever been
I`m not an amateur, sort of like a veteran
Split from the bums, arriving from a long trip
Now I`m back to just cold rip
MC`s like confetti, eat `em like spaghetti
I chill for a year and yet I`m still ready
To house MC`s, sink `em like a boat will
I roll heavy, thick like oatmeal
So now you know the 808 is showing
I do damage in just one moment
Here`s a little message to those who want to hang out
Just remember that I give pain out
The TR-808 relates to a terrorizer
Never hiding, clever always memorizing
Poetry, history, math, or even paragraphs
I`m not into b-boying, just hoeing
Showing, blowing MC`s like the wind does
I might lay you, sort of like a hen does
Cause your rhymes are weak and unstable
Compared to me you`re just crumbs on the table

You must think, before you even get soup
I`ll put you on the corner and sell you like a prostitute
Like a street whore, make you want more and more
Move you to the side, up and down like a seesaw
Pulling out a gun is uncalled for
But I`m with it, so go for yours
You may even try to diss, but I call it flattery
I pack more volts than a Duracell battery
Charging MC`s, smooth like the breeze
Scott made me funky, yo, that was one theme
Or topic, showing I be rocking
Every little city I play I leave a heat wave
Burning up the industry, never try to get with me
I`m the type of person that never needs rehearsing
Just a little sex, a six pack of Beck`s
And my room to move about, and a Guiness Stout
To make me feel able, chilling, and stable
Sometimes I`m on the mic, sometimes I`m on the turntable
I`m superb, sort of like herb
A man of my word and I`ve never been served!

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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: D Nice - Crumbs On The Table (Is that a turntable? Well get on it it`s your turn) Who gets laid the chicken or the egg? How about the MC that has just been led To a renegade teacher preacher then he got stomped Cause I`m a feature straight from the Bronx Productions better known as Boogie Down If I was a king right now I`d get crowned The Nice is a teacher not a prince or a rap lord I even write my rhymes on a blackboard To get specific, and probably make you understand What makes the 808 plan It`s simple, I`m a round it off like this That`s how many stupid MC`s I`ve dissed But if the commence to try me I won`t buy it I`ll look them up and down and I`ll say "Don`t even try it" Cause I can go on and on without breathing The TR, another form of BDP-eating MC`s like Chunky, moving real bluntly Shaking and baking MC`s like a junky Fiending, hitting MC`s like they was cocaine Calling them John Doe, meaning they have no name I`ll spin you like a quarter, drink you like water Hit below the belt with things you never thought of I lay down the law that I am a slaughter I roll like a tital wave, so you oughta Float like a sailboat, move like a speedboat In water, now watch you soak Into a rhyme of mine until you hit the bottom It`s heavy like an anchor, it`s no problem For me to just bake you, eat you like a cookie I am a profressional, boy, you`re just a rookie I`m here to sing a song, but some are not able Compared to me you`re just crumbs on the table In my prime, more vocal than I`ve ever been I`m not an amateur, sort of like a veteran Split from the bums, arriving from a long trip Now I`m back to just cold rip MC`s like confetti, eat `em like spaghetti I chill for a year and yet I`m still ready To house MC`s, sink `em like a boat will I roll heavy, thick like oatmeal So now you know the 808 is showing I do damage in just one moment Here`s a little message to those who want to hang out Just remember that I give pain out The TR-808 relates to a terrorizer Never hiding, clever always memorizing Poetry, history, math, or even paragraphs I`m not into b-boying, just hoeing Showing, blowing MC`s like the wind does I might lay you, sort of like a hen does Cause your rhymes are weak and unstable Compared to me you`re just crumbs on the table You must think, before you even get soup I`ll put you on the corner and sell you like a prostitute Like a street whore, make you want more and more Move you to the side, up and down like a seesaw Pulling out a gun is uncalled for But I`m with it, so go for yours You may even try to diss, but I call it flattery I pack more volts than a Duracell battery Charging MC`s, smooth like the breeze Scott made me funky, yo, that was one theme Or topic, showing I be rocking Every little city I play I leave a heat wave Burning up the industry, never try to get with me I`m the type of person that never needs rehearsing Just a little sex, a six pack of Beck`s And my room to move about, and a Guiness Stout To make me feel able, chilling, and stable Sometimes I`m on the mic, sometimes I`m on the turntable I`m superb, sort of like herb A man of my word and I`ve never been served! Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Crumbs On The Table: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/103/1/15263.html Все тексты песен: D Nice » D Nice - The Tr 808 Is Coming » D Nice - A Few Dollars More » D Nice - Call Me D Nice » D Nice - A Few Dollars More » D Nice - 25 Ta Life » D Nice - Crumbs On The Table Рекомендуем скачать: » Хвостенко Алексей - Симпозион » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Не дано » Хабарова Кира - Снег сошел » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Так легко » Хвостенко Алексей - Ностальгическая песня » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Я люблю » Хвостенко Алексей - Страшный суд » Хабарова Кира - Мальчик, синие глаза » Хамерман Знищує Віруси - Україна » Хабарова Кира - Пиво » Хвостенко Алексей - Вальс-жалоба Солженицину » Хабарова Кира - Не стой под стрелой » Хабарова Кира - Жить! » Хабарова Кира - Письмо в зону » Хабарова Кира - Хулиганка » Хвостенко Алексей - Сучка с сумочкой » Хромов Юра - ТАЕЖНАЯ СКАЗКА » Хабарова Кира - Букашечка » Художник - Радиошторм » Хабарова Кира - Ля-мур
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