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 - Композиторы:
 - Mark Sparks
 - Ed Archer
 
- Теги:
 - da real old skool hip hop
 - strictly for the undergound
 - true hip hop
 - underground hip hop
 
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Special Ed - Текст песни Walk The Walk
Yeah
 This right here
 For all them niggas that like to talk
 Talk the talk
 You better walk the walk
 Knowmsayin? 
 Cause one of these days
 When I see you in the dark
 [ verse 1 ]
 I wage war on stage or street
 I battle defeat
 Relentless
 You get shot like tetanus
 Feel the wetness
 Gush
 I'm in a rush
 No time to sigh
 Now die
 Shit is so fly that I gotta get clearance
 In case I enter air space interference
 Mach 1
 When I rock, son
 Cause I take off
 While you make fake soft
 Little jingles
 Sell a few singles
 But that ain't shit
 Cause a hit ain't a hit without the lyricalist
 And at 22
 I'm takin any crew
 At any time
 Cause many rhyme
 But a lemon ain't a lime
 And I don't falsify to get by
 You must be more than herbally high
 To verbally comply
 To my vocal range
 I get strange when I change
 Into the syllable killer
 So beware
 Cause I'll be there
 Lurkin, workin
 Till your head hurtin
 [ chorus ]
 (hey yo ed) what? (niggas wanna talk!)
 (now let's see if they walk the walk!) (3x)
 [ verse 2 ]
 I break and bruise the backs
 Of musical acts
 Cause I slam harder than a steel door
 I'm real raw, so nigga, what you feel for? 
 I'm straight to the point, like a line
 Me and this mic of mine
 Stay tight, whether I write or freestyleSpecial Ed - Walk The Walk - http://ru.motolyrics.com/special-ed/walk-the-walk-lyrics.html
 You see style
 You never thought existed
I'm unlisted
 You can look, but you'll never locate
 Where I rotate
 Cause I never stop or rest, and I ain't
 You get wet like paint
 You feel faint, you wanna faint
 You can't stand me, the man with the stuff
 Come with bullshit and get snuffed, cream puff
 You are pastry
 Cause you be tasty
 When I'm eatin em
 Beatin em into men's meat
 I never been sweet
 You don't wanna come on my street
 In the heat
 Son, gashes
 Hot flashes
 Sun first
 I come gun first
 Feet second
 I keep wreckin
 So you can keep on checkin
[ chorus ]
 [ verse 3 ]
 I'm nice like a old lady
 Similak, baby
 Pure, nourrishing
 Rhymes flourishing
 I know you're starvin, come and get a taste
 Bring the beef and I'll discard the waste
 Shit ain't the same
 Things done changed
 Now I got your whole life re-arranged
 Till I say so
 Now you're livin every day slow
 Cause everybody nervous
 But this is professional mic service
 Dummy, now give me the money
 Before I put one in your honey
 Cause sonny don't cher
 Hands in the air
 I drug it so rugged, those panty hose tear
 I give you a run for yours
 I won wars
 I burn niggas like sauce
 Don't ever underestimate the power of the force
 Mark spark the chalk
 And turn the lights off dark
 Seance, no response
 You can't believe you can't breathe
 Cause when you're from the ave you never leave
[ chorus ]















