Тональность: G# minor
Intro 1
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I want
Verse 1
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to play the drum in such a crazy way
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That everyone around will
say you ought to hear him play
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Y 'all slippin', at your notebooks leakin' I'm grip reapin' long days,
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no weekends
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Vacation, please, you ain't peepin'
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We rulin' the scene right now,
can't leave it
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Ain't a
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MC in the bay that could see this
B -list, you couldn't crawl
through the sneakers
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Fistin' tough tits, cuffs in black,
Jesus
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My pens alive, all my rhymes alive, creatures
If speakers had teeth,
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they'd rip you to pieces
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Ferocious beast of speech,
priest of reason
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Hip -Hop nation, this shit's treason
My pen screams,
this ain't ink trick, I'm bleedin'
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Whatever it is y 'all got,
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we don't need it
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Kick rocks, you see I'm busy,
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I ain't beat it
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These ain't lyrics, it's my notebook dreamin' I wrote
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this while leanin' on a brown skin queen from
Sweden
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Mouth for me like she teethin',
the point is
Alpha
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Zeta's here, y 'all leavin'
Sounds conceited,
but it's true as concrete as man
This shit is ass like the classic
Statue of
Venus
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want to play the drum in
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such a crazy way
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That everyone around will say
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you ought to hear him play
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This is vision,
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I proceed with the mission
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And stretch like guitar strings
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that crawl through the rhythm
Collision of blends,
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classic selection of diction
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Surgically written precision
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Sick with the tip of the tongue,
teeth and lips make you quit
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Or just lie to yourself,
then you'll click
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Looking stiff to the playback
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like yeah that's the shit
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But it ain't, I'm just saying,
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it's 2006
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And you still soundin' like
you ridin'
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Blackthorne's dick
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Counterfeit styles on some half -off shit
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Same cats wanna give me dap, talk shit
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Walk around the bar like they
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bought false tits
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Aw shit, you could light a
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Molotov for a fist
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A -Rabs and
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Robbers, I chop off wrists
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Hip -hop for nights, better gwonk off
Chris
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Since I see you on stage,
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I'ma run and call
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Blitz
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I want to play the drum
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in such a crazy way
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Everyone around
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will say you're wack
Hear him play, I'll play
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An d play, and play, and play
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Some more, as no one ever
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played the drum
Before
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Yo,
at times I catch a vibe and my rhymes so sick
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Feelin' like I could rip
Nas like
Chubb
Rock did
On to the grill again,
feel it in my fingers when I fill it in
Killin' em, cause they only
push pens to minimum please
I give em what they never seen,
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my style has wings
More than syllables,
a z make you feel the results
Super hand,
my mind's a whole ten years
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Each fresher than the last one is
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You can't catch up
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S .U. out of magical wisdom
Mountain of coke
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Help from every rapper
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that lived in the biz
Cheers
Ask your friends who's the illest
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On the mic, niggas screamin'
It's my ill tragic killers
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I want to play the drums
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In such a crazy way
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That everyone around will say
You ought to hear him play
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Move, move, move
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Move, move, loose me my,
get off me my, come on.
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