Текст (слова) песни: KRS One - Rappaz R. N. Dainja

Verse One:

Blastmaster Kris I don`t talk ish
Expand your conciousness and dismiss foolishness
No one is new to this or new to Kris
In hip-hop`s atomic structure, I am the nucleus
That is the center of the group we/us
they/them/you, every squad every massive every crew
Dental floss is lost when a true rapper jumps off
The cash is incidental but not mental distract you off course
The style that I am kickin is like chicken
It will be bitten, rewritten, then performed for a $25 admission
Reviewed in The Source
You will listen then find somethin missin of course... it`s skills
That`s what you`re fishin for, it`s lost
I`m gettin too explicit, the track jingles
I won`t do a wack album then remix it for my single
Kickin rhymes til I wrinkle, and my brown eyes twinkle
God called hip-hop for the nine-cinco

Verse Two:

Tasty like a souflee french croisant on Tuesday
Rappers be boo-tay
Goo-fy that`s how they crew stay
Bitin whatever you say to boost they ego
We know the steelo, your whole character is foul
Makes me want to shoot a free throw, BLAOWW
From the git go, no, get go, my flow hits low
Wherever all the dope shit go, there`s where my shit go
Bee-dee-bee-bo, skank, I think
Self with ya groups everyone else and the bank
Others like to bring the shottie to the party
I bring knowledge of self, you cure the mind, you cure the body
Some rappers like to come to the party, hopin to leave with somebody
check, I come with skills and I leave with your motherfuckin respect
Ahh yeah... so check, UH!

Verse Three:

New types of verbal hip-hop I bring
When you know you can sing BOY you know you can sing
I do not clutter up the airwaves, with stacks of useless facts
MC`s trying to be macks, but acts like ignorant blacks
Freak that, I`ll snap your back as it cracks
you will experience, loss or lack of balance
Stop the violence, fry from week to week like an allowance
All of you are cowards hiding behind the mask of MC
I remember, thinkin back to eighty-three
No video, no you had to be a real live MC
Now you younguns grow up buggin, any new jock you`re huggin
weak production, let me tell you somethin
Any MC can battle for glory
But to kick a dope rhyme to wake up your people`s another story
Act like you never saw me
Cause when it comes to lyrics, I`m in a different category

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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: KRS One - Rappaz R. N. Dainja Verse One: Blastmaster Kris I don`t talk ish Expand your conciousness and dismiss foolishness No one is new to this or new to Kris In hip-hop`s atomic structure, I am the nucleus That is the center of the group we/us they/them/you, every squad every massive every crew Dental floss is lost when a true rapper jumps off The cash is incidental but not mental distract you off course The style that I am kickin is like chicken It will be bitten, rewritten, then performed for a $25 admission Reviewed in The Source You will listen then find somethin missin of course... it`s skills That`s what you`re fishin for, it`s lost I`m gettin too explicit, the track jingles I won`t do a wack album then remix it for my single Kickin rhymes til I wrinkle, and my brown eyes twinkle God called hip-hop for the nine-cinco Verse Two: Tasty like a souflee french croisant on Tuesday Rappers be boo-tay Goo-fy that`s how they crew stay Bitin whatever you say to boost they ego We know the steelo, your whole character is foul Makes me want to shoot a free throw, BLAOWW From the git go, no, get go, my flow hits low Wherever all the dope shit go, there`s where my shit go Bee-dee-bee-bo, skank, I think Self with ya groups everyone else and the bank Others like to bring the shottie to the party I bring knowledge of self, you cure the mind, you cure the body Some rappers like to come to the party, hopin to leave with somebody check, I come with skills and I leave with your motherfuckin respect Ahh yeah... so check, UH! Verse Three: New types of verbal hip-hop I bring When you know you can sing BOY you know you can sing I do not clutter up the airwaves, with stacks of useless facts MC`s trying to be macks, but acts like ignorant blacks Freak that, I`ll snap your back as it cracks you will experience, loss or lack of balance Stop the violence, fry from week to week like an allowance All of you are cowards hiding behind the mask of MC I remember, thinkin back to eighty-three No video, no you had to be a real live MC Now you younguns grow up buggin, any new jock you`re huggin weak production, let me tell you somethin Any MC can battle for glory But to kick a dope rhyme to wake up your people`s another story Act like you never saw me Cause when it comes to lyrics, I`m in a different category Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Rappaz R. N. Dainja: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/110/1/5779.html Все тексты песен: KRS One » KRS One - Sound of Da Police 12" » KRS One - Black Cop » KRS One - Step Into A World (Remix) » KRS One - Hold » KRS One - Uh Oh » KRS One - Bring It Back » KRS One - P Is Still Free » KRS One - 1st Quarter The Commentary » KRS One - Step Into A World (rapture`s Delight) » KRS One - Throw Down » KRS One - The MC » KRS One - Slap Them Up » KRS One - Sound Of Da Police » KRS One - Hip Hop v. Rap » KRS One - I Got Next Neva Hadda Gun » KRS One - KRS One » KRS One - 3rd Quarter The Commentary » KRS One - Represent The Real Hip Hop » KRS One - Health Wealth Self » KRS One - Halftime Рекомендуем скачать: » Борис Гордон - Новая дачная песня » Борис Вайханский - И догорит звезда » Братья Грим - Аэроплан » Борис Гордон - В серебряном столбе... » Булат Окуджава - Поле чудес » Борис Вайханский - Барышня и поэт » Борис Бурда - Трамвайный инцидент » Булат Окуджава - Песенка об Арбате » Башаков бэнд - Солнце под крылом. » Борис Вячеславов - Говорят, роза ветров расцветает в начале апреля... » Борис Вахнюк - Азиатский мотив » Буч (Butch) - Мания » Блестящие - Посмотри в небо » Би-2 - Весло » Борис Вайханский - На исходе год... » Булат Окуджава - Последний мангал (Стихи) » Булат Окуджава - Надпись на камне (Посвящается учащимся 33-й московской школы, придумавшим слово арбатство) » Бригадный подряд - Сынок » Булат Окуджава - Бери шинель, пошли домой » Борис Вахнюк - Сговорились, повстречались
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