Текст (слова) песни: KRS One - Mortal Thought (I Must Roc The Mic)

Adjust that treble right now adjust the bass
Turn it up stop frontin
C`mon turn it up
Alright check it out ninety three lyrics here we go
Bo!

I never want a jheri curl up under my hat
The woman in my bed has got to be strictly black
I never want money if my lyrics are wack
So I must roc the mic
I play only the reggae and I play only rap
I rock the African the European, and Jap
Beneath I got to show you that I am all that
So I must, roc, the mic

Are you tired of lyrical liars, passing fliers
Wannabe MC`s, but really good triers
Tripping over mic cords, getting you bored
A total fraud, this kind of thing I can`t afford, so I
pick up the mic and kill it ill it top bill it
The cough is a skillet, where MC`s get fried in it
You got beef chill it, blood I spill it
After seven long years of ripping the party and I`m still widdit
You call my name I don`t think about suing ya
I come to the club with that BOOYAKA
Laughing while I`m doin ya the crowd is booin ya
Gimme one month, record for record on tape I`ll ruin ya
Some likkle awl pon sound bwoy wan fi rule de city
His style is lookin pretty beats and rhymes are dibby dibby
Here comes the rootical ratical teacha
I`ll eat ya defeat ya beat ya till ya stagger and ya teeth chatter
You`ll be goin through convulsions as I flash data
Any rapper can be a decapitated rapper now what`s the matter
You`re full of more junk than a sausage
Let me show you what a real hip-hop artist

*DJ Premier cuts and scratches "My posse from the Bronx is thick!"*

I never want a jheri curl up under my hat
The woman in my bed has got to be strictly black
I never want money if my lyrics are wack
So I must, roc, the mic
I play only the reggae and I play only rap
I rock the African, the European, and Jap
Beneath I got to show you that I am all that
So I must, roc, the mic

Of course yeah I`m the most brilliant recording artist in your life
Never have to repeat a rhyme style twice, precise
In a lyrical drought like water to your lips oh yes my lyrics will suffice
I`m nice, like beans and rice, I am delicious
Who`s the freshest lyricist on the mic, you don`t want to fuck with Kris is
Lyric for lyric rhyme for rhyme style for style I break you like dishes
Either you come fully correct or the lyrics you simply makin wishes
We got no time for fake black leaders and dreamers blowin wishes
youse a fraud, I mean a fraud like in fraudulation
I know what it is, the crown of rhyme supremacy you`re tastin
And yes, before the flavor hits your greedy tongue
You get ripped up by KRS-One
Now, lyrics, somebody want lyrics, from the lyrical terrorist
Here`s a little somethin for you all to remember Kris, and remember this
I am no pessimist, more of an optimist
Activist revolutionist, yes the hardest artist
And the smartest, Premier, spark this

*Premier cuts and scratches "My posse from the Bronx is thick!"*

I never want a jheri curl up under my hat
The woman in my bed has got to be strictly black
I never want money if my lyrics are wack
So I must, roc, the mic
I play only the reggae and I play only rap
I rock the African, the European, and Jap
Beneath I got to show you that I am all that
So I must, roc, the mic

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: KRS One - Mortal Thought (I Must Roc The Mic) Adjust that treble right now adjust the bass Turn it up stop frontin C`mon turn it up Alright check it out ninety three lyrics here we go Bo! I never want a jheri curl up under my hat The woman in my bed has got to be strictly black I never want money if my lyrics are wack So I must roc the mic I play only the reggae and I play only rap I rock the African the European, and Jap Beneath I got to show you that I am all that So I must, roc, the mic Are you tired of lyrical liars, passing fliers Wannabe MC`s, but really good triers Tripping over mic cords, getting you bored A total fraud, this kind of thing I can`t afford, so I pick up the mic and kill it ill it top bill it The cough is a skillet, where MC`s get fried in it You got beef chill it, blood I spill it After seven long years of ripping the party and I`m still widdit You call my name I don`t think about suing ya I come to the club with that BOOYAKA Laughing while I`m doin ya the crowd is booin ya Gimme one month, record for record on tape I`ll ruin ya Some likkle awl pon sound bwoy wan fi rule de city His style is lookin pretty beats and rhymes are dibby dibby Here comes the rootical ratical teacha I`ll eat ya defeat ya beat ya till ya stagger and ya teeth chatter You`ll be goin through convulsions as I flash data Any rapper can be a decapitated rapper now what`s the matter You`re full of more junk than a sausage Let me show you what a real hip-hop artist DJ Premier cuts and scratches "My posse from the Bronx is thick!" I never want a jheri curl up under my hat The woman in my bed has got to be strictly black I never want money if my lyrics are wack So I must, roc, the mic I play only the reggae and I play only rap I rock the African, the European, and Jap Beneath I got to show you that I am all that So I must, roc, the mic Of course yeah I`m the most brilliant recording artist in your life Never have to repeat a rhyme style twice, precise In a lyrical drought like water to your lips oh yes my lyrics will suffice I`m nice, like beans and rice, I am delicious Who`s the freshest lyricist on the mic, you don`t want to fuck with Kris is Lyric for lyric rhyme for rhyme style for style I break you like dishes Either you come fully correct or the lyrics you simply makin wishes We got no time for fake black leaders and dreamers blowin wishes youse a fraud, I mean a fraud like in fraudulation I know what it is, the crown of rhyme supremacy you`re tastin And yes, before the flavor hits your greedy tongue You get ripped up by KRS-One Now, lyrics, somebody want lyrics, from the lyrical terrorist Here`s a little somethin for you all to remember Kris, and remember this I am no pessimist, more of an optimist Activist revolutionist, yes the hardest artist And the smartest, Premier, spark this Premier cuts and scratches "My posse from the Bronx is thick!" I never want a jheri curl up under my hat The woman in my bed has got to be strictly black I never want money if my lyrics are wack So I must, roc, the mic I play only the reggae and I play only rap I rock the African, the European, and Jap Beneath I got to show you that I am all that So I must, roc, the mic Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Mortal Thought (I Must Roc The Mic): http://musworld.ru/music/eng/110/1/5809.html Все тексты песен: KRS One » KRS One - R.E.A.L.I.T.Y. » KRS One - I Got Next Neva Hadda Gun » KRS One - Outta Here » KRS One - MC`s Act Like They Don`t Know » KRS One - Health Wealth Self » KRS One - 1st Quarter The Commentary » KRS One - Perhaps She`ll Die (Livin A Lie) » KRS One - Mortal Thought (I Must Roc The Mic) » KRS One - The MC » KRS One - Squash All Beef » KRS One - Sound of Da Police 12" » KRS One - Black Cop » KRS One - Free Mumia » KRS One - I Can`t Wake Up » KRS One - Ma 6 T Va Crack Er » KRS One - H.I.P.H.O.P » KRS One - WordPerfect » KRS One - Come To Da Party » KRS One - Wannabemceez » KRS One - Bring It Back Рекомендуем скачать: » Шура, Shura - Ма разные » Шао ? Бао ! - Не верь » Шухрат Хусаинов - Посвящение Северу » Шура - Bailando » Шуфутинский Михаил - Вера-Надежда » Шелег Михаил - ЛАГЕРНЫЙ ВАЛЬС » Шухрат Хусаинов, Зинур Миналиев - Докурю » Шухрат Хусаинов - Фокстрот для электрофона с тараканом » Шухрат Хусаинов - Все это со мною » Шуфутинский Михаил - Остановите » Шystein Sunde - 2003, en butikk-Odysse » Шухрат Хусаинов - Попрощаемся, мой друг, как-то случилось вдруг... » Шамиль Абряров - Подари мне сонник » Школин Андрей - Ночной свистнун » Шухрат Хусаинов - Еще строка не вложена в конверт... » Шамиль Абряров - Восток » Шамиль Абряров - Служенье архитектуре » Шелег Михаил - МОСКВИЧКА » Шухрат Хусаинов - Песенка Карлсона » Шелег Михаил - БЕЛАЯ ВОРОНА
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