Текст (слова) песни: Too Kool Posse - Give `Em a Sample

 
[ VERSE 1 ] 
Now I`m gonna sit down and let the rhythmn spark a brain cell 
Spontaneous the way that I dwell 
And to the beat like a predator, the stage is my habitat 
When I`m at war mic becomes a battle axe 
I write the lingo to hype up this single 
I make you fever for the flavor like Pringles 
Design a rhyme like a strategist 
When I plan the attack all the suckers get mad at this 
To prove the point that Tone is on the uprise 
He`ll drop a beat so Marquis can improvise 
Super vocal, the hyped up dopefiend 
If I was meant to flow, I`d flow upstream 
To show an MC that my approach is different 
No beating around the bush cause I`m straight up business 
Reactin like molecules to cause your friction 
Tone is my producer, Kay does the mixin 
Right on time I intertwine with the rhyme 
I let the beat flow smooth so I can add the bassline 
I get the cue for me to give an example 
Yo Kay, get quick on the mix, give em a sample 
 
[ VERSE 2 ] 
As a wise man said, you have to prove you`re worthy 
That`s why I grab the mic and I show no mercy 
Get straight to the point like steel to a magnet 
Time to detonate, watch for the fragments 
I take rhymes, stick em to the beat, he`s pitchin 
The rap Bo Jackson`s up and I`m hittin 
You a homerun that`s pumpin to the maximum 
No time to slow down, so I`ma add some 
Style and techniques by one rhymer and a DJ 
We`re sittin on the world, listenin to the replay 
Runnin backtracks, never eat a bowl of Sugar Smacks 
Cause when I rhyme I`m a potent aphrodisiac 
Makin your hormones quicken with the blend 
I take a pause on a break and let the rhymes flow in 
Slow like a thunder cloud, inconspicuous 
For me to grab the crowd, make a sap look ridiculous 
The art of war is to conquer all obstacles 
For this soldier nothin is impossible 
My pulse rate quickens when it`s time to unwind 
Just gimme the mic and it`s showtime 
 
[ VERSE 3 ] 
Track three, yo Tone, what you`re doin? 
Pump up the bass, I feel a brainstorm brewin 
And that`s when it`s time to come smooth like satin 
It`s the bottom of the ninth, I`ll do the battin 
I`m sittin and waitin with a rhyme on a enema tongue 
Like a viper ready to strike one 
Down, and leavin no wounds intent to 
And 911, homebody, cannot help you 
When I let the DJ spark my combustion 
And all the words form from the pen I`m clutchin 
Down on line paper, the newest rap caper 
Who rhymes like a bystander with this tape of 
Paragraphs, sentences, words and adjectives 
Combine it all togetheer on lyrics is what`s happenin 
Marquis`s shinin with the sparkle of a dope rope 
And I`m winnin, make the suckers hope 
To ever try to get it or even want it 
But only the chosen few could ever flaunt it 
In ways that pays for things that are material 
Barin a course straight for your cerebral 
Membrane, or audible organ 
Or should I say our eardrum to change the slogan 
The term which explains why the DJ`s scratchin 
It`s because of the drum and his allergic reaction 
To the suckers on the sideline who need an example 
Yo Kay, get quick with the mix, give em a sample
 

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