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Текст (слова) песни: White Boys - Pump Me Up

( *scratching of* )
(Pump me up)

The walls start shakin as my rhymes begin
Like a chiller or a thriller from beginnin to end
You know a song enough to make the London Bridge fall
Mistake us for a king at a masquerade ball
My microphone mechanics give me superstar status
When I make my space in the place you`re glad it`s
Me, the E-x-a-c-t
And Precise so nice bustin rhymes with me

Now Exact`s on my back when I speak my words
Takin out ill suckers like the neighborhood nerd
I`m stone cold def all around the way
Vocalist supreme, you can call me M.J.
Niggy-not Michael Jackson but I`m still thrillin
Girlies on my jock, I`m stone cold chillin
Servin sap suckers while I`m livin on the edge
When I polish ya off I don`t even need pledge
It`s a fact and exact when I start to tack
The whole pack on crack, takin out the wack
Now my beat is pumpin, the girlies are jumpin
I`m (?climbin to the throne?) and it`s you I`m thumpin
Instead of you walkin you should be runnin
To buy my record cause it`s so damn stunnin
When you hear it pump it up, pick up the pace
Yo M.J. (pump that bass)

( *scratching of* )
(Pump me up)

I`m definitely def, dope, damage the dumbs
Speakin slick (?slang?), supervisin the (?slums?)
Pumpin up the volume, turnin out the party
Cold gettin fly on a bottle of Bacardi
The beat (?ain`t no?) discrete, just a thunderous boom
Like a tear gas bomb cold clearin the room
And so it`s happened, your head`s movin back and forth
I`m takin a stand like Oliver North
Now Exact`s poppin facts and a little bit of fiction
I`m releasin rhymes with my double-def diction
I`m stylin and smilin, rhymin harder than hell
I`m the professor, you`re the student, so I`m rining the bell
I`m not believin I`m receivin all the rhymes that I`ve heard
To you wack MC`s I`m shootin the birds
Instead of passin the j and smokin the dust
Just pump up the volume and rock with us
Like this

( *scratching of* )
(Pump me up)

Mr. Ed`s a rock `n roller on the hip-hop scene
The rhymes that I write, I write em in Queens
Take the Q-111 e train and relax
On my way to the city where I put it on wax
If you`re lame and you ain`t with the program
Call Freddie Jackson to sing you a slow jam
Put it in drive, the crew has arrived
There`s no doubt about it, the party is live

Now my rhymes are so def that they can`t even hear
Even with the hearin aid in they ear
The beat is so dope it`ll make you high
Like a junkie gettin funky then wonderin why
I bust a rhyme every time I`m given a chance
The beat is pumpin and jumpin, invitin you to dance
The show is on the go and the crowd is hype
You`re jammin and slammin and the Boys are white
So bust that

( *scratching of* )
(Pump me up)

 

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