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Real Shit

アーティスト:Rakim  アルバム:The Master  作詞:GRIFFIN WILLIAM/LAWRENCE RONALD ANTHONY/PADILLA VICTOR  作曲:GRIFFIN WILLIAM/LAWRENCE RONALD ANTHONY/PADILLA VICTOR 

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Yeah It's the paragraph ambassador The wild style fashioner It's the god Rakim, the master Feel this (1st verse) This is that lost ass track off-the-rack kind of a track You forced to rap, remember that? It's that You know where I'm at, there go the gat Pass me a bat, the kill-or-be-killed kind of attack Steamin' , speedin' navigatin' the map Negotiating with a chick, she got her head on your lap, ya hand on your gat Premeditated plan of attack, with two of your most deadliest mens in the back Comb the block, stop in the zone that's hot Get out like you own the spot, home or not It's that no mood to play, move out the my way Yo, I been whistlin' this tune from throughout the day Hey, yo, this is that ol' y'all niggas don't wanna battle Turn it up loud make the whole block rattle Boom boom- this one is gettin' blazin' hot Boom boom- make you bust another shot from the Glock (Chorus) From the streets below to everything above To the heart that pumps Ra-kim Allah's blood I swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues From the streets beneath my feet to the sun I'm number one and competition is still none And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues (2nd verse) Here we come now Turntable spin like a merry-go-round Never slow down, depending on how good your stereo sounds Set it, up in the hood where we go surround Tearin' through towns, turn 'em into burial grounds This is the track that made Theodore wanna scratch The track that caused the first kid to spin on his back And then we saw, kids spray-painting the wall While some of y'all was waitin' for war breakin' the law It's no antidote it's what you can't provoke So just relax with your girls or your mans and smoke And take a real hit, soon as it bang you feel quick It's real thick, this is that ol' real shit This is the description of designs for you to listen to Reminiscin' the times and nothin' in particular Keep you goin' just like a whole pot of coffee Have you and your shorty doin' 80 in a 40 (Chorus) From the streets below to everything above To the heart that pumps Ra-kim Allah's blood I swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues From the streets beneath my feet to the sun I'm number one and competition is still none And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs (3rd verse) You know what this is Yeah kid, give up your riches Vicious, visions is not for motion pictures Unstoppable, rollin' witcha sickest clique of niggas Or witcha missus, gettin tropical kisses Makin' faces, anticipatin' places her tongue hits


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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