Текст (слова) песни: Strict Flow - 4-1-Too Much

 
[Phone Operator`s Voice...] 
 
[Intro] 
Unruly 
Overdose, over load 
Strict Flow Cats 
412 set to explode 
It`s just a simple equation 
Y`all want it, we bring it 
And it`s like that 
 
[Chorus - X2] 
 
It`s too dirty, too raw, too rugged 
Too raw, too bangin` too blazin` too hot to touch 
Ain`t too many crews dropin` jewels like us 
Them four from the 4-1-2 is too much 
 
[Verse 1] 
Walked in, yo right put me on the up tempo 
Act like he knew what enough men know 
Cause nothing flow unless we give express written permission 
Hittin` with freshness in the next vestive edition 
I bless rhythm with rhyme, most impressive design 
More in effect than some of the best been at the prom 
Stood the test of time and the minds of who counted 
This is heavy weight, your kids will give or take a few ounces 
Tellin` y`all`s all hella raw 
Bangin` 
No neighborhood, borough or set these cats are claimin` 
We famin` the underground Indian block market 
What you think we`ll aim for next is the hot target 
 
I`m a sharp shooter lyricist by trade 
The terror part improves when they step to the stage 
Them sub-par maneuvers ain`t makin` the grade 
Some of y`all party people should be very afraid 
Now, knowing me you`re gonna get poetry 
Plus a live show that you wanna pay for to receive 
These lyrics lift spirits, get them out of their seats 
Everybody go crazy at the sound of the beat 
My craftsmanship proves I`m passionate 
All this cotton mouthed construction ain`t no accident 
Hip-hop is something of a main element in my brain and skeleton 
I keep tellin` them...We: 
 
[Chorus - X2] 
 
[Verse 2] 
Ain`t nothing quite me, similar or close to it 
We bust flows leavin` new clothes soaked with fluid 
Masi alone once almost overthrow a whole unit 
When it comes to rippin` mics, my advice - don`t do it 
Precise movement in into night humid (mad hot!) 
I`m sick of frontin` wannabees, shoulda beens and havenots 
We stack cash, props, unmatched surplus 
Thinking deep, these cats of rap should serve us 
Shook nervous, I know why y`all scared 
Cause kids from the basement bout to come upstairs 
With kick-drums and snares, turntables and mix 
From the pavement to the bricks, no one`s able to resist 
 
This thrillseeker, kill speakers by the book 
With one look, you can see the style`s undercooked 
Attached and addicted to the output 
Stay strapped for miraculous raps you now hook 
And this batch will never touch a papershreder 
It`s much better than whatever you slapped together 
The Strict Flow endeavors forever - recognize 
If you with it, let`s bounce - if not, then step aside 
 
[Chorus - X2]
 

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