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Текст (слова) песни: Killah Priest - Fake Mcs



Intro:

They got a problem now

Knowimsayin? too many corny rappers...

Knowimsayin? pretenders, knowimsayin?

Chorus: {2x}

Theres too many phony mcs out there this year

Ya best to beware

Ive burnt thousands already

So get ready, lyrics are deadly

Verse one:

Niggaz keep frontin, aint saying nuthin

Killah priest remains calm, yet carry on

Go ahead sing your song, claim you have the dons

Rap superstars look cute with your cigars

Bitches like that, where your mics at

Bite me I bite back, plus I break backs

Fuck you, you can sue me, from yours truly

When niggaz sound booty

Theres too many rappers in the east wanna be gangsters

Too many gangsters in the west wanna be rappers

Bunch of actors, I ought to smack ya, whos your master

Sit down take a lesson, stop guessin

For years I had, show your mad face

And only showed bad taste

Runnin around like your delirious

Foamin from the mouth like youre furious

Id rather be serious, it keeps the audience curious

These fantasies is nothin but your fantasies

It might cause casualties

Hollywood is not your neighborhood

And if it is, give the mic to nappy woods

And yall can be all to be the wizard

The wonderful wizard of oz, which are the a & rs

And you a toto doing promos, along with the scarecrow

You receive no dough

Chorus: {2x}

Verse two:

I lay in the cut, like a rock star

Looking at ya ca ca, cuz your music sound lop-side

They sound tounge tied, butch of young guys, have em hung high

Watched his lungs fry, from the sunshine

Which is one rhyme generating from the mind

Killah priest now late, I terminate

Burn and break, and intimidate

I come cold as when the winter break

I put it into snakes, pretenders and fakes

Shake, like the earthquakes, I judge wisely

Between two pillars of poison ivy

For those that despise me, attach em to the i.v.

Your pops shouldve bust you on the couch

Or sent you down the mouth

Next time where a condom, when I step upon them

I make emcees memories, whenever theres a symphony

I look sinfully, been doing this for centuries

I write shit sick as shakespeare tripping off of acid

Rolling you like john the baptist with the rusty hatchet

I preach the word of God before I murder yall

Swear I never heard of yall

Chorus: {2.5x}

 

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