Текст (слова) песни: MC Shan - Another One to Get Jealous Of

 
Me and Marley Marl, we are resented, ya know? 
Because of the beats and the rhymes we invented 
To cold dis another`s a thing that we love 
So here`s another one to get jealous of 
Do it ya 
 
Do it ya 
 
MC`s that I battled are the MC`s I defeat 
Now you say you took me out, now how that sound? 
Do it ya 
 
Kazookie-zang 
Kazookie-zang 
Kazookie-zang-bong-baga-dung-dang	(2x) 
 
Once I`m done puttin heads to rest 
I sit back and puff a spliff of buddha bless 
See, in days of old mi rhyme went gold 
The music, it wasn`t recommended 
Man used to sit on seat and tap out a beat 
And went away feeling relieved 
Hey ya 
But soon after our rhyme is invented 
And put together, it sound contented 
And rhymin a-fi work 
I tell you rhymin, yes it a-fi work 
Bang-dang-dilli-dilli-dilli 
MC`s, dem like to bite the things you say 
Others come along and like the beats you play 
You know that`s cold considered a dissin of work, ya know? 
I don`t deal with negativity and thing and thing 
I`m the MC, and I`m also cool 
Jacuzzi in my crib size of your pool 
Sent di butler for my midnight treat 
Rug so plush ya can`t see ya feet 
If ya come and visit if you choose 
It`s a must at the door that you leave your shoes 
Don`t obey and you`ll have to go 
Some didn`t listen till my gun went bo! 
 
Rock the house a little bit 
Rub-a-dub 
 
Michigan and Smiley 
And di Yellowman 
And MC Shan and Marley 
Ya know 
 
The house is packed every place I play 
But let me tell ya bout this jam one day 
 
-From the very first time I walked through the door 
I see the people rub-a-dubbin on the floor 
Played the wall, a man came past 
Oh my God, dem puttin fire to glass! 
I dipped, I bobbed, I weaved, I shook 
I hear ya pump it one time and from there you`re hooked 
It make you sell your car, your house, your ring 
Have you flying through the clouds and you don`t have wings! 
He passed it to me, I said, "No," him said, "Why?" 
My boy jumped up and said, "I`ll give it a try" 
-From the very first time he ignited the flame 
My homeboy wasn`t actin insane 
I tapped him on the shoulder and I said, "Let`s go" 
He looked at me and replied with, "No" 
I said, "Fuck it," and left him there 
The torch, the pipe, the base, the chair 
I came back five days from then 
To my surprise I seen my friend 
To let you know what this thing does 
He was sitting in the very same spot he was 
I walked over, "Want more?" he said 
Pipin hot my man dropped dead 
His head hit the table, the pipe hit the floor 
But I`ll mention that di man won`t base no more! 
Bo! 
 
Kazookie-zang 
Kazookie-zang 
Kazookie-zang-bong-baga-dung-dang 
 
Hey man, let me tell ya, man 
True story, no bloodclot 
???? when his head hit the floor, man 
Everyone cried for the coroner 
Some picked up di pipe and said 
"Man, dem leave em on the floor just like he lay, ya know?" 
Picked up dem crumb and put it in di pipe and fuckin pissed off, ya dig, man 
Oh my God, bloodclot! 
Man puttin fire to di glass thing, man 
And say, "Scotty! Scotty! Where ya at, Scotty?" 
To the transporter room, ya know? 
"Beam me! Beam me! 
Beam me, blood! 
Beam me, bloodclot!"
 

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