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Jurassic 5 - Текст песни Twelve

What we bout to do, brothers have no clue

Three, four, tear down the door

And give the party people what they came here for, ahh

One, two, Jurassic Crew

What we bout to do, brothers have no clue

Three, four, tear down the door

And give the party people what they came here for

[Akil]

Yo, my pleasure principle from the streets of South Central

Ghetto hip-hop, nonstop fundamental

Urban curb servin', vocabulary surging

Rebel with the turban and the street corner sermon

I keep it working for certain, close curtains

Renegade bought up a troop when I'm dispursing

That body rock moving, ghetto baby music

We eat together with the inner city coolness

[Chali 2na]

Yo (Who's this?) Slicing a rhyme in square bits

Burning through open skin like newly prepared grits

It's 2na Fish, I'm bringing the bad news

And changing your bathroom if you thinking that cash rules

Oooh, pumpernickle blow words like snot speckles

When shots echo, some duck and hide like Doc Jeckyl

Like Don Rickles, I'm kicking rhymes that stop heckles

Correcting all them bumbaclot specials

[Zaakir]

Yeah, I got my mind on my money for those that comprehend

And my money on whatever I think I look fresh in

Questions, is he stepping authentic?

Controller of the panic, break a senate lieutenant

Spit it, yo, despite your critic comments

Knowing it ain't a hotter verse than Zaakir Mohammed

Whether last or first, or bottom or top

Now is it "Stop hip-hop" or "Hip-hop don't stop?"

[Marc 7even]

You need to protect your neck

You the kind of brother who be chasing checks

Me and my crew crash through and get nuff respect

Basic bet takers I'm beyond your average thinker

Break and MC down, like my name was Dr. Shrinker

Passion fake MC's, wearing mink MC's

On-the-brink MC's, you need to think MC's

Bout to sink MC's, don't even speak MC's

Cause half the shit you kicking sounding weak MC's

Yo, it goes one, two, Jurassic Crew

What we bout to do, brothers have no clue

Three, four, tear down the door

And give the party people what they came here for, ahh

One, two, Jurassic CrewJurassic 5 - Twelve - http://ru.motolyrics.com/jurassic-5/twelve-lyrics.html

What we bout to do, brothers have no clue

Three, four, tear down the door

And give the party people what they came here for

[Zaakir]

I razor sharp with mindset, sunset til sun

And I admit, I used to bite people's shit when I was young

Back in 83rd, before my style was preferred

Now my connectionw with the word is preferred

Primo, my AC, 310

The first confidential, inscribed my initial

The Z double A K-I and R

Submerge in submarine words near and far

Cause I'm too hot to handle, too cold to freeze

And I'm a diss any nigga that sounds like me

[Akil]

Yo yo, breeze through the trees, feel the flavor at ease

Degrees of melodies, typewriter MC's

They on their Q's and P's withing my vicinity

Department of Correctional Rhyme Ability

Keep the biters on lock, rock no silk

Still shock, rhyme around the clock

[Marc 7even]

You schmucks is out of luck, I'm ready to run amuck

[Akil]

Ayo I'm lampin, I'm lampin, I'm cold stone lampin

High pitch, beat drumsticks like Lionel Hampton

The champion, fly shit, the anthem

5'11" with dark skin and tantrum

Handsome never, not even as a kid

The girls used to say "Oh his nose is too big"

[Chali 2na]

Yo, you'll get bruised, kid, ghetto blues, you'll never refuse shit

The show's good, pinching MC's like rosewood

I'm shrinking you rap characters into die-cast minitures

I'll blast ten of you while my rhymes while my rhymes harass senators

Through TV monitors, brains and glass dinner jaws

Verbal vinegar for you biters down at the salad bar

The combat that's making your mom mad

I'm feeling a congrat for burning his mom bad

One, two, Jurassic Crew

What we bout to do, brothers have no clue

Three, four, tear down the door

And give the party people what they came here for, ahhh

One, two, Jurassic Crew

What we bout to do, brothers have no clue

Three, four, tear down the door

And give the party people what they came here for

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