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Talib Kweli - Текст песни Crossfire
[Blacksmith]SMAS You already know:
 You ain't gotta a right to be talking outside of your mouth
 You ain't tight and shouldn't utter a word
 Your arts absolutely absurd
 I'm precise and you can't compare to me and shine dead right
 Get ready to be turned you into food for fishes
 And leave behind upset crying senior citizens
 Crying on the shit again
 Shotgun Charlemagne
 The boss still open souled drink with a steady hand
 It's all free
 No need for membership
 Premium businessmen believe me it's blacksmith
 Talk smack and I'll castrate you with a battle axe
 Swell up your membrane
 Then kick a battle rap
 [Talib Kweli]You lost your voice and
 Come down with battleaxe
 That ain't real rap
 You're broke back with your saddle axe
 SAS klack-klack-klack
 Bodies in a black bag
 Thinking about the punk rock shit like Black Flag
 Operation Ivy with the poison in the ink well
 Punchline screw your face up like a steak smell
 Plots so funky
 Got your nose runny like blow junkie
 Blacksmith people never go hungry
 Rappers flow so crummy
 I get the sisters and the snow bunnies buyin' up the tickets
 Give us your money
 Oh for sure money
 It's the gentlemen
 Charm rapping rotten pieces like an attack on Eminem
 Star wars steady its a classic
 Light up backward and then
 Ash it before you pass it
 You know how to hash get
 On the side where the greener grass is
 Gotta up on the shape glasses
 Niggas get blasted
 Handing out cash's
 And caskets gotta bake bread like the basket
 Bastards!
 Rappers can't outlast the masters
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 Press it up and spin up the waxes
 Put the needle on the plastic
 Blacksmith
 Roll another blunt for these actors
 Cuz imma put fear in the factor
 Clack ya
 Agony!
 Niggas gotta pay for the ecstasy
 Especially when I cook it up with the cocaine
 [Young Tre]Battleaxe heavy
 We stack Betty on rapid
 So much coke on my track remind of Aspen
 2 white bitches they alkaseltzer and aspirin
 Rolls rolls outlastin'
 KC niggas slash and mister murder every tray
 Not a rap democrat
 More like rapublican
 Rap rap como sta?
 Money keep comin in
 Only time I had my back was who had love for em
 You ain't no love for em
 You ain't no love for em
 I'm running up and dumpin' em
 Poppin' em and truckin' em
 Only gets em mad
 I'm younger than Donald Trumpin' em
 Getting em made
 In a sense ridiculous and not really stoppin' em
 Basically from LA
 We take game like really
 Do a show and grab some hoes and take em to tele
 Young Tre nice I'm the youngest in charge
 Nigga violate our squad you meeting the law
 [Prevail]Check my battleaxe
 Just like a Wu-Tang sword
 I run the blade against your throat like you was Harrison Ford
 You girl got'em, worldwide
 I've been to Paris on tour
 From the Eifel tower my rifle power make you contort
 This is a contact sport
 No coaches or referees
 Im hotter than Cali's death valley bolders and bleach
 My posse cut up I chop it up like I was a butcher and beef
 Boondocks ain't my boombox
 Beats like a priest










