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Текст (слова) песни: Blackalicious - Lyric Fathom

(Gift Of Gab):
Rappers step to me like I`m a doormat
Check the format, I pour raps
Not your average everyday hardcore act actin`
I`m like a mac 10, a uzi and a AK-47
Rollin` with crazy kids like Bebe
Mayday mayday, I used to listen to KDAY in my heydays
I ride the bus with a dream of one day lampin` inside of a Mercedes
Benz with sheepskin interior
And two fifteens, and to rip means to get creamed
I`m large as a hippopotamus, trip, I gotta dis
Sip a bottomless cup of brew and I`m getting raw to this
If a rapper tries to step, I rip and slaughter his ass
Some shit, he oughta just swallow his pride and get to following this
I`m marvelous like Marvin Haggler in his prime
I carve kids like a dagger with my mind
I start shit with rappers who can`t rhyme
I spark spliffs cuz I don`t stagger when I`m high
But when I`m drunk I do, punk I do not acknowledge wackness
I gotcha grandma doin` backflips and tumbles
I rumble through the jungle with Ollie and Frasier
Call me the savior of hip hop
I rip shop and get my proppers
Come get with this ak, my style is akwards
I never mock words, I talk towards the inner city youth
Revealing it, the truth
I`m feeling that the proof is in the pudding
I put men that would end hip hop in my shop and I torture

Chorus:
Check out my lyric fathom
Check it brothers, really, check it out

(Gift Of Gab):
As I walk through the jungle with a knife on my ankle
Taking lives, skip will shank you lyrically
Apparently niggas wanna sleep still
Keep still, I`m packin` the a heap of skills
I`m rhyming to keep an ill mind, Saddam type shit
Your arm might get snapped like a twig
Rap like a nig-gero possessed thorough
The astonishing mission, dishing pain
Fishing in brains, plain lynching niggas bitchin`
So take a ride, I`d abide by my rules
Cuz fools I had duels with, I left them in the pool pit, I rule kids
I`m a kamikaze bomb, drop a nigga with an arsenal of drama in my rhymes
With the tracks and backs and heads is broken to pieces
Rapture`s phat, ya dead, ya croaked
I wrote this piece as just a little dedication
to the rappers on the other level
Budded out and looking into space, a new frontier
And I can probably bet cha that we got anything you want here
Cuz punk, we`re the crew that make you cheer
The two that make you fear and send you back to the rear
We`re here

CHORUS

(Gift Of Gab):
I flip and I rip shit
I whip and I dip shit
With the lyrical form, I did kick it slick
I`m gifted, I`m ripping a nitwit to shreds
Get the Feds to arrest me for slaughtering emcees
That`s right, on my testicles
Come get a little array of the skill supreme
Wanna defeat me? My nigga, you should kill the dream
The noise, the boys, the count, everybody
When I drop fat styles that ain`t your simple blahzay blah
Lodi Dodi average Joe Simpleton with a average flow
Have to go after you jugular
Then shit gets uglier
Man I hope you take heed
I`m making brain cells bleed in excess amount of hemoglobin
I rap, yes I`m out to see you bobbin` ya noggin`
I`ve been gobblin` niggas talkin` shit like Hagen-Daas
Stompin` ‘em, mobbin` with the ill ass skill as seen
On individuals who fiend for the real shit

 

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