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Tunnel Rats - Текст песни Herstory
[Jamie:]
 I dream galaxies, speak prophecies in 3-D
 My poetry be 20,000 leagues under the sea deep
 So why you keep hopin for some mediocrity
 To slip outta my lips, didn't you know I'm unfit
 To spit anything less than profound cause I sit in
 Spiritual submission to God sound
 Allow Him to crown my words world-reknowned
 You frown cause your assumptions got flipped upside-down
 You wanna pretty Hawaiian girl kick exotic to your world
 Swirl her hips as her lips drip coconutty naughty
 Tan lines on your brain. Now, I need to explain..
 I ain't here to be adore cause I'm so much more than your
 Mary jane high or candy cane for your eye
 My fly be mesmerizing cause it comes from the inside out
 Confident but never too proud, the underground
 Diamond in the rough emcee has been found
 [Hook:]
 I ain't got no time for debating
 All these so called rappers that's hatin
 Radio lies and TV ain't for me
 I speak my mind when I rhyme it's her story
 I ain't got no time for y'all frontin
 Everybody got to say something
 Radio lies and TV ain't for me
 I speak my mind when I rhyme it's her story
 [Elsie:]
 This artist won't ever make artless music see
 Heart saddened by the state of heartless industry
 Mourning the death of hip-hop, what it used to be
 Still work the grind to be the hardest emcee, feel me
 Listen, listen how I sound so pretty
 But in under 2 seconds could get down and dirty grittyTunnel Rats - Herstory - http://ru.motolyrics.com/tunnel-rats/herstory-lyrics.html
 It's a pity to pin me to 1 style
 Music child versatile
 City girl profile with hits that make 'em go..
 Look at how we getting looked at
 Music video hoes and hoe emcees on top of that
 Well I got class on top of tact not to mention skill exact
 Don't need to sell sex to sell still got 'em under my spell
 Watch, watch now how a real woman do
 How I could undo your voodoo in a minute or two
 Sexy don't mean skanky and classy never trashy
 Pass me the mic, any questions you could ask me
[Hook]
 [Zane:]
 "Mmmm, taste like word up and fresh
 Product of the strong and complex generation X
 To intense to digest to understand you must manifest
 Intellect I battle for the sport of the kill
 Lick my chops then enjoy my next meal
 But I can't eat processed meat
 And I can't stomach rappers with styles too weak
 With no spice so I'm throwing salt on your game
 I'd rather deal with hunger pains while my rap remains
 My weapon of choice my voice, my skills
 My heart the system I broke out of
 Learned to breathe without em' it's time to get played sucka
 Realize your made in the process
 You been T.A.G'ed and all they want is full access
 To assets feeding you to the masses
 But you won't make it that far
 Thinking you need some classes and practice
 With the music volume down
 So you really hear the sound of whackness...














