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Don't Let Up

アーティスト:Planet Asia 

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(Talib Kweli) *imitating Samuel L. Jackson in "Pulp Fiction"* Yeah, we gon' be a bunch of little Fonzi's And y'all all know what Fonzi was...cool That's right (set it off) (Talib Kweli, Planet Asia) We in the air like natural and mystic Or smoke when the spliff's lit Don't bitch if you get your shit split Cuz you Limp like Bizkit Spit and focus, formats my motto In minutes and in precice, this is vintage Y'all know it only takes a second for mics to get blown You nice, you get known Hear me twice it's the clone ass nigga wit no life of his own This is it, as Planet sets flames to the journal in your section Wit Kweli from Reflection Eternal Big up my nigga Hi-Tek steady rockin the spot These niggas styles so dead that they startin to rot We got the market on stock Wit hot drops and big bookings How we leave shows shooken up from Fresno to Brooklyn New York City cost of livin, type high We type fly, roll a white guy Light it up like Manhattan in the night sky Word, and it's no Mister Nice Guy Show you how we slice pies Divided in between the scheme of nighttime (Chorus--Planet Asia, Talib Kweli) "Don't let up" We keep it movin with the movement Beats by my brethren, 427 "Don't let up" Keep on making the street songs with the beat strong Each one, we gotta teach one "Don't let up" It's Planet Asia and Talib Kweli Shoutouts to J-F, my click, and that nigga JOEY T.!!! "Don't let up" Blackstar to Cali Agents, these cats are amazing Most rappers are foul and flagrant (Planet Asia) I keep rhymes on floss, retardedly smart Wit fine-printed sheets folded A book of such pages, a nine inch octavolts It's cultural warfare where shots fire rapidly Cats plastically resign drastically C'mon, up in the house you got the mic Veteran slight, better than all your favorite rappers Guess I'm about to make some cheddar Than y'all, should fall abrupt Once the measuring starts I spit bars in twenty-fours and cut vocals without editing I'm long-winded, styles intrigue through these vaccuum lungs Althought my family be toking major trees My performance forever powerful These beats got me spittin Frank Sinatra's And wilding out on bank accountants It's chronic slaughter, ionic orders doric Now dine a novel to the face, I lace cats with the prehistoric Medicinal metaphoric assorted for clientele My whole crew circulating just like Japanese tourists And I clap MC's flawless Know what I'm sayin? I stays blunted with about a hundred thousand choruses And crush mode, baby up those stats I used to bust flows back in the day I'll probably rush you Like fuck those raps! Pitch black, spittin at the park Seventy, perform the benches, triple-loaded in the dark I started noticing my glow in the dark was right


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