Текст (слова) песни: Sway and King Tech f Ill Advised, Rashee - 1.9.8.6. (Remix)

 
[Ill Advised] 
What, too many thugs on mic`s, bought to show ya niggas 
Lightnin strikes, in the same place twice 
Put on my game face like Rice, till my name in lights 
Pain and price, game tight, put this train in flight 
The baby black catalyst, wanna battle this, miraculous 
Flow, like Jesus chain watered the wine and marriages 
Averages sixty points a game, on point like cactuses 
Flippin the spatulas, on all ya wack rap amateurs 
What, don`t even step in my circumference, we dump shit 
Pump it, 30/30 til ya pump doin gun clips 
The gun clips spit the verbal, once flip 
Cause a few to rise, do the styles, that`s on some shit 
Sware to God, on my unborn, I be the one on 
Ninety three million miles away, stars kept the sun warm 
Sizzlin, fuck the Jews grizzlin, Crystal`s Christenin 
I`m dissin em, they ain`t spittin it, we ain`t listenin 
They vision been blurred, can`t recall when occurred 
When herb made words, we verbin thirty-third to third 
Fuck what you heard, who preferred? Fly`s or bird? 
Wit the nerve to serve emcees to the stage to the curb 
Leave no witnesses, no clues to rip this shit 
Baby black wit the gift to spit ridiculous 
West Philly streets to Brooklyn, on Saint Nicholas 
Who number one when I hit ya list 
 
[Rasheed] 
Who number one, have the squads ever tied toe, tied toe 
Other crew them other tied toe, tied toe 
So them other emcee, tied toe, tied toe 
Illaphilf, we outta nitro, what, what, what 
We outta dung-dung-di-dung-dung, diggy-dung-dung, diggy-di 
Diggy-dung-dung, diggy-dung-dung, diggy-dung-dung, diggy-di 
Remember the name of the crew, if they gonna be phifey 
Remember the name of the crew, they call a 
 
[Black Thought] 
Yo down by a law, you must be talkin bout me 
It`s the B-L-A-C-K, T-H-O-U-G-H-T 
By these schooly crowd niggas, show them how to emcee 
Ya I`m sayin, representin, we comin outta SP 
Check it out, we take you a stab lower, approach closer 
Hold it down to the utmost, my mic toast ya 
Illa-Fifth, illa vibe, illadel adrenaline 
Sound waves leavin you tremblin, as we begin again 
 
[Malik B] 
Aiyo, I`m tryin to get this cash in abundance 
Redundantly, I represent the rugged done D 
The crack cost money, but yo the try`s free 
I wack a MC, for tent out or step me 
Now test me, give you a once or compin the swine 
Dump you wit the fifth emblem, leave ya niggas tremblin 
Then ya realize, the kiss of death pull up in `em 
To minimize ya half ass freeze, you wack ass leaves 
My rap leaves a thug full of poisonous back feeds 
Test ya whole attire, empire on fire 
I strike right back, sick, or ya might not clap 
We get the whole round of applause, son get the jaws 
 
[Chorus: all] 
From the South to the West 
To the East to the North 
To, if, find la son, the land of the lost 
Go off, disturbin order, 5 mics in The Source 
Queens City, Roots Crew, it`s yours...
 

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