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Текст (слова) песни: Opio - For Those Who Don`t Know

[Opio]
I told `em - they wouldn`t listen!
I told `em - I tried to tell `em
I told `em - they wouldn`t listen!
I told `em - I tried to tell `em

Yo, I`m deep in the cosmos, almost light years
But I`m right here, never by queers, it`s all old
Dwellin in the chairs of the balcony, shoutin these
vo-cals, so loud, they blow out the whole crowd
Thousand weak minds try to come my way
Only talkin sodomy and gunplay, I`m like a sun ray
Rhymes pure energy, aligns with energy
And some say the chemistry is like the death penalty
It`s me, unfair, cause you trapped and snared
in a system designed to collapse you player (look over there)
Mathematicians and astrophysicists
try to calculate my position, I`m on a mission for collision
`til all skyscrapers on the earth quake
Shifting continental plates with my mental straight (great)
I`m a natural, fuckin up your high
like a bad capsule or sniffin ya with crushed glass (oh no)
The hole in

[Chorus]
the ozone layer gettin thinner
The world is movin faster, everything is quicker - they wouldn`t listen!
I won`t slip or fall `til I hit the hall of fame
Or die in vain, they can`t stop the strain
I tried to tell `em - it was all the same `til the coppers came
Even Cochran sayin they cain`t stop us mayne
I told `em - they wouldn`t listen!
I told `em - I tried to tell `em

[Opio]
Bitches hate me; callin me a egomaniac
But women love me; admire how my brain reacts
and adapts to, each situation
Scenarios I`m facin, those lariats and chains
could not restrain, the way I slice through the air
like a kingfish, or a bullet when you squeeze triggers
from the heater sizzler, in the grasp of an insecure man
He`ll end up with blood on his hands
Get on the stand start snitchin the intricate details
Cause in jail he`s the same as a female!
I tell chicks - YO, send me a e-mail
Just because I`m worldwide, don`t blow up my NexTel
Sex sells, so without a video with all them silly hoes
I wonder would he go gold or get ten sales?
Me, I see about thirty thousand
They still be bumpin my shit in urban housing
Now, multiply that by five
You`ll see I`m not greedy, rapper survival
So I`m libel to pat your pockets if you don`t got my dough
Show promoters like Frasier and Niles
Suckers, manic-depressives, don`t try it
We don`t need a silencer or a side door
Get stole on and stomped right there on the floor
Hardcore, or hard wood, or linoleum, or carpet
Don`t start it, we throwin `em
Wet `em up with petroleum then bounce rock skate
to the Waldorf Astoria, with chitlins from Georgia
That want a late night orgy and more euphoria - I told `em

[Chorus]

 

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