Текст (слова) песни: KRS-One - High School High soundtrack

Wake up your mind black people, it`s ill
Superior people use superior skill
We can defeat any congressional bill at will
The hip-hop nation will prevail
all problems in society with inner city philosophy
The hip-hop in me must come out or die to lock in me, no doubt
Executed properly
I bigin to shout out, splat out approximately
three single syllable words per second
like I am God, you are God, we are God, forget it
Time to sell it in a lyrical battle, I`ll never jet it
Like a shot to ya head I`m embedded in your mind
With constant conscience lyrical rhyme
At the end of time, I`ll be in my prime
Read the sign, men, rhymin
like an oratorical shymin
I look still but I`m climbin
Newsflash here`s the latest findin
Ya whole environment created in ya mind and in ya heart
Hip-hop displays art
The highest level of mental expression, play your part

Hook:

I`m the intelligent wise on the mic (x3)
Everybody knows

All these motherfuckers tryin to be large
with their two car garage just like El DeBarge
It`s played out, fadin out, over
Talk to ya broker, time to give back that Range Rover, soldier!
I told ya woe onto the hip-hop perpetrator
Wholesome like a neighbour stealin all ya flavour
Danger danger ya better rearrange ya thinkin
Check what you eatin and drinkin, ya breath is stinkin
with the stench of a snitch with information, leakin
linkin up with the enemies of Kris speakin
But I`m already in 1999
feelin fine while most MCs will be out of sight and outta mind
Rewind cos I got a little bit of time
Negativity will be wiped out by pain after turpentine
I find my rhymes combines mobility, creativity
positivity, purger of sensibility
to a wide vicinity, engulfin your facility
O silly me, killin me I begin to see your stupidity
I rock way hard you can`t get wit me
or go wit me or float wit me
Frankly, this is wrong, people, poetry
Forget ya little off-the-head rhyme
It`s way past your bedtime, for the tenth time
forget tryin ta get mine
I went from the park with my arc in the dark
A simple spark, the little Park sparked now I`m in ya heart
Everytime you think I`m comin one way, I come another way
If you ain`t got no fly rhymes, say today
Run away, run away, run away....little boy
Like the TAT crew I terrorise your toys
Noise is what I hear
when you shout your rhyme into the atmosphere
The blast master`s here!

Hook (x2)

Now which motherfucker wants their title tooken, defended
I see my schedule it`s open-ended
I can move somethin around like ya booty ass sound, beginner
What happened? You couldn`t be an Apollo Amatuer Night winner?
Now the teacher you retrudge
Don`t you know I am that lyrical gate keeper
You`ll get railed like the sleeper
No peep tha, no peep mine, no peep this hard style
that keeps the party floatin like a foetus, meanwhile
you hold your head, you can`t belive this godchild
This *?sins?* recommend ya and because you`re not fertile
or fertile {pronounced "fertil"}
Your reflex`s slow like a turtle
Yeah my picture you circle from papers and journals
Without rehearsal, *?mic is first all?* is the worst
I verse, I burst sua
Into a million children
in Tiananmen buildings
Willing and start illing, comin thru the ceiling
Enough of this reteric let`s start building

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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 - High School High soundtrack Wake up your mind black people, it`s ill Superior people use superior skill We can defeat any congressional bill at will The hip-hop nation will prevail all problems in society with inner city philosophy The hip-hop in me must come out or die to lock in me, no doubt Executed properly I bigin to shout out, splat out approximately three single syllable words per second like I am God, you are God, we are God, forget it Time to sell it in a lyrical battle, I`ll never jet it Like a shot to ya head I`m embedded in your mind With constant conscience lyrical rhyme At the end of time, I`ll be in my prime Read the sign, men, rhymin like an oratorical shymin I look still but I`m climbin Newsflash here`s the latest findin Ya whole environment created in ya mind and in ya heart Hip-hop displays art The highest level of mental expression, play your part Hook: I`m the intelligent wise on the mic (x3) Everybody knows All these motherfuckers tryin to be large with their two car garage just like El DeBarge It`s played out, fadin out, over Talk to ya broker, time to give back that Range Rover, soldier! I told ya woe onto the hip-hop perpetrator Wholesome like a neighbour stealin all ya flavour Danger danger ya better rearrange ya thinkin Check what you eatin and drinkin, ya breath is stinkin with the stench of a snitch with information, leakin linkin up with the enemies of Kris speakin But I`m already in 1999 feelin fine while most MCs will be out of sight and outta mind Rewind cos I got a little bit of time Negativity will be wiped out by pain after turpentine I find my rhymes combines mobility, creativity positivity, purger of sensibility to a wide vicinity, engulfin your facility O silly me, killin me I begin to see your stupidity I rock way hard you can`t get wit me or go wit me or float wit me Frankly, this is wrong, people, poetry Forget ya little off-the-head rhyme It`s way past your bedtime, for the tenth time forget tryin ta get mine I went from the park with my arc in the dark A simple spark, the little Park sparked now I`m in ya heart Everytime you think I`m comin one way, I come another way If you ain`t got no fly rhymes, say today Run away, run away, run away....little boy Like the TAT crew I terrorise your toys Noise is what I hear when you shout your rhyme into the atmosphere The blast master`s here! Hook (x2) Now which motherfucker wants their title tooken, defended I see my schedule it`s open-ended I can move somethin around like ya booty ass sound, beginner What happened? You couldn`t be an Apollo Amatuer Night winner? Now the teacher you retrudge Don`t you know I am that lyrical gate keeper You`ll get railed like the sleeper No peep tha, no peep mine, no peep this hard style that keeps the party floatin like a foetus, meanwhile you hold your head, you can`t belive this godchild This ?sins? recommend ya and because you`re not fertile or fertile {pronounced "fertil"} Your reflex`s slow like a turtle Yeah my picture you circle from papers and journals Without rehearsal, ?mic is first all? is the worst I verse, I burst sua Into a million children in Tiananmen buildings Willing and start illing, comin thru the ceiling Enough of this reteric let`s start building Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни High School High soundtrack: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/110/1/7904.html Все тексты песен: KRS-One » KRS-One - Booty Call soundtrack » KRS-One - Perhaps She`ll Die (Livin a Lie) » KRS-One - Mad Crew » KRS-One - Ain`t the Same » KRS-One - South Bronx 2002 » KRS-One - Rhyme & Reason soundtrack » KRS-One - Higher Level » KRS-One - Ova Here » KRS-One - Mortal Thought (I Must Roc the Mic) » KRS-One - Somebody » KRS-One - H.I.P.H.O.P » KRS-One - It`s All a Struggle » KRS-One - 5 Boroughs (CD single) » KRS-One - Outro: I`ll Be Back » KRS-One - Ya Feel Dat » KRS-One - Harmony and Understanding » KRS-One - Heartbeat » KRS-One - Things Will Change » KRS-One - KRS-One » KRS-One - Ain`t Ready Рекомендуем скачать: » Премьер-министр - Пудра » Павел Кашин - Чайки » Петлюра - Ты одна стоишь у клена » Полина Ростова - Падала звезда » Павел Михайлов - В дальний путь » Пепси - Лови мои поцелуи » Песни гражданской войны - Марш дроздовцев » Премьер-министр - Простая арифметика » Петр Федчун - Об экстрасенсах » Петр Мамонов, Звуки МУ - Бойлер » Песни из мультфильмов - Голубой щенок » Песняры - Только с тобой » Психея - Урод » Психея - 180 BPM + DMDA = » Профессор Лебединский - Учат в школе » Павел Максименко - Взгляд холодный телекамер... » Пропаганда - Кто? » Пикник, Эдмунд Шклярский - Весна » Паскаль - 100% любви » Петр Копытов - Ватутинки
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