Текст (слова) песни: Genius - Living in The World Today

Intro: rza

Yo [yeah] check it out son, check it out son

Yo, [wu, can I get a soo] live in the place to be

You got the capital g

G to the a-m-c

Givin a mad shout out to the ranch crew from the old school

And we gonna take yall back, knowhatimsayin?

Lyrical sorcerors right here, the fathers, the cream of the crop son

[yo check it]

Chorus: the genius

Well if you livin in the world today

You be hearin the slang that the wu-tang say

Niggaz that front we dont handle em

So we blast em, alright, well ok

Well if you like the way it sound then clap man

And if the women love it too well then raise your hands

But only raise your hands if youre sure

[meth] punk niggaz shatter like a glass jaw, break it

Verse one: the genius

My rhyme gross weight vehicle combination

Was too heavy for the chevys is chased out the station

Double-edged was the guillotine that beheaded it

Gassed up, fuckin with some regular unleaded shit

Heads roll on hillsides behind ropes that

Bind-in, x marks the spot on the scope

Heavily armed military is necessary, its a gamble

Mcs bet they best at every

Powerful parable ditties might harm

If tampered with, set off and strike like pipe bombs

Flashbacks to the duel of the iron mic

Look out for these fatal flying spikes, of massive

Sleep-holds, put strangle on commercial angle

Microphone cords tangled from being star spangled

Now who could ever say they heard of this?

My motherfuckin style is mad murderous

Chorus: (in reverse verse)

Interlude: method man, genius

Well what you know about mcin?

Yo, I know a lot

Well can you demonstrate somethin nigga?

Huh, Id rather not

Im talkin bout stacks cousin

Nigga thats what I got

Cash rules the world

Well cash rules the spot

Verse two: the genius

My preliminary attack keep cemetaries packed

Of niggaz who think it aint like that

Mcs are gunned down like being run down with mad trucks

Them God struck, religious niggaz call it bad luck

Rap celeb, you got caught up in the web

Now bees are stingin, yo that niggaz em-singin

Im just swingin swords strictly based on keyboards

Unbalanced like elephants and ants on see-saws

I throw raps that attack like the japs on pearl harbor

Mcs be out like bank robbers

Fleeing the scene, to be a sole survivor

Dj the getaway driver

Tried to dip but he dive I socialize on vocal vibes

On tracks stabbed up with razor sharp knives

Criminal subliminal minded rappers find it

Hard to define it, when narrow is the gate

For fat tapes and then played out and out of date

Then I construct my thoughts on site to renovate

And from that point, the God made a statement

Draftin tracements, replacements in basements

Materials in sheet-rock, to sound proof the beat box

And microscopic optics received through the boxes

Obnoxious topic, major labels, flavor tropical

Punchlines, thats unstoppable

Ring like shots from glocks that attract cops

Around the clubs and try to shut down the hip-hop

But we only increase if everything is peace

Father u c king the police

Chorus

Chorus

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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: Genius - Living in The World Today Intro: rza Yo [yeah] check it out son, check it out son Yo, [wu, can I get a soo] live in the place to be You got the capital g G to the a-m-c Givin a mad shout out to the ranch crew from the old school And we gonna take yall back, knowhatimsayin? Lyrical sorcerors right here, the fathers, the cream of the crop son [yo check it] Chorus: the genius Well if you livin in the world today You be hearin the slang that the wu-tang say Niggaz that front we dont handle em So we blast em, alright, well ok Well if you like the way it sound then clap man And if the women love it too well then raise your hands But only raise your hands if youre sure [meth] punk niggaz shatter like a glass jaw, break it Verse one: the genius My rhyme gross weight vehicle combination Was too heavy for the chevys is chased out the station Double-edged was the guillotine that beheaded it Gassed up, fuckin with some regular unleaded shit Heads roll on hillsides behind ropes that Bind-in, x marks the spot on the scope Heavily armed military is necessary, its a gamble Mcs bet they best at every Powerful parable ditties might harm If tampered with, set off and strike like pipe bombs Flashbacks to the duel of the iron mic Look out for these fatal flying spikes, of massive Sleep-holds, put strangle on commercial angle Microphone cords tangled from being star spangled Now who could ever say they heard of this? My motherfuckin style is mad murderous Chorus: (in reverse verse) Interlude: method man, genius Well what you know about mcin? Yo, I know a lot Well can you demonstrate somethin nigga? Huh, Id rather not Im talkin bout stacks cousin Nigga thats what I got Cash rules the world Well cash rules the spot Verse two: the genius My preliminary attack keep cemetaries packed Of niggaz who think it aint like that Mcs are gunned down like being run down with mad trucks Them God struck, religious niggaz call it bad luck Rap celeb, you got caught up in the web Now bees are stingin, yo that niggaz em-singin Im just swingin swords strictly based on keyboards Unbalanced like elephants and ants on see-saws I throw raps that attack like the japs on pearl harbor Mcs be out like bank robbers Fleeing the scene, to be a sole survivor Dj the getaway driver Tried to dip but he dive I socialize on vocal vibes On tracks stabbed up with razor sharp knives Criminal subliminal minded rappers find it Hard to define it, when narrow is the gate For fat tapes and then played out and out of date Then I construct my thoughts on site to renovate And from that point, the God made a statement Draftin tracements, replacements in basements Materials in sheet-rock, to sound proof the beat box And microscopic optics received through the boxes Obnoxious topic, major labels, flavor tropical Punchlines, thats unstoppable Ring like shots from glocks that attract cops Around the clubs and try to shut down the hip-hop But we only increase if everything is peace Father u c king the police Chorus Chorus Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Living in The World Today: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/106/1/5726.html Все тексты песен: Genius » Genius - Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth » Genius - Outro » Genius - Killah Hills 10304 » Genius - Shadowboxin` » Genius - Fame » Genius - Who`s Your Rhymin Hero » Genius - Victim » Genius - Sparring Minds » Genius - 4th Chamber » Genius - Fam (Members Only) » Genius - Crash Your Crew » Genius - Investigative Reports » Genius - Cold War » Genius - Rough Cut » Genius - Life of a Drug Dealer » Genius - Beneath The Surface » Genius - Duel Of The Iron Mic » Genius - Intro (Legend of the Liquid Sword) » Genius - Feel The Pain » Genius - The Genius is Slammin Рекомендуем скачать: » Hank Snow - The Streamlined Cannonball » Human league - Soundtrack to a Generation » Hear`say - Play To Win » Hilary Duff - Mr. James Dean » hammill peter - Imperial Zeppelin (chris Judge Smith) » Hot Water Music - Caught UpHot Water Music » Henry Fiat`s Open Sore - Citizens Arrest » Hollies - What to Do » Haggard - Incapsuled » hammond john - broke down engine \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Humleridderne - Min MжLk » Harper Roy - Playing Prison » Houwitser - Unholy Orgasm » Hank Williams Jr. - The Last Love Song » Harrison George - Unknown Delight » Harry Connick, Jr. - Lets Just Kiss » Hollies - Goodbye Tomorrow » Human Radio - Electromagnetism » Hoffsten Louise - New Religion » Harlem World f Drag-On - The Movement
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