Текст (слова) песни: Lootpack - Verbal Experiments

Intro: madlib

Hah hahahah...

From the dungeons of darkness

Comes gods gift to hip hop

Representin with the lp

[gods gift]

Well hit em hard and fast in a straight line

Concentrating all firepower to their blindside at sunrise

Operation sunray, uv radiation

First breach their outer barriers then continue penetration

To their central point, crushin their nucleus

Rushing their central brain command

Planting a virus that expands

Through your whole nervous system shutting down all communications

To your ya bodily functions handicapping your defenses

Swiftly attacking your unit, neutralizing mcs

By ripping em apart before they even know what hit em

Style blitz

[wild child]

Jack gets pissed off, wack mcs step up and get lost

The rhythmic boss, jack spits rhymes through my teeth like floss

I bust with motivation to uplift mcs with

High above controlling stratus clouds, my man gods gift

Come down, assist us, wack mcs must be reminded

Get a lootpack tape, rewind it, for those closed minded

To the abstract we kick, we rock all places

I found out mcs arent human cuz they got two faces

They be chillin, willin, always time killin

Wack rumor spillin while jack be still in charge

Asking me if I smoke chronic, niggas its ironic

Im wild child, 80% human, 20% bionic

My main occupation is to step up and rock the nation

Focus up upon my jam and blow up just like inflation

So if you aint down, dont front, worry about your health

Worry about your wack crew and ya wack ass self

[madlib]

Hey yo, here comes the master don, here to renovate

My style hits ya like marble weights so pass the dinner plate

But pass up the swine like money ya rhyme lime

Madlib done told ya time and time again

Find the mental maze, faster ya plaster your instrumental

With lyrical disaster till you scream out "whos the master? "

I flip it up rip it up to raw addict,

Crate diggin for the static when I mad beat shop

Impulse down to prestige and black jazz

21st century enja got mad

Record labels of the old, ill loop and take em out

I keep it secret when a nigga tries to peep shit

My beat hit like a roy jones jr. skit

Your girl starin so now you wanna flip

I rip it down to the loot while ya yell peace

While I pull out my piece, yell peace but now leave ya in pieces

But at least you escaped this beast

Smokin on a cushin leaf while ya try to bring grief

[gods gift]

Now somethings shaking in the palace, cant you feel the santa ana

Switching currents and building velocity, it gots to be

Gods gift and lootpack, mentally superior master race of lyricists

Conductiong verbal experiments

With open and imaginitive creativity

Fathering styles from infancy to be lyrically

Complete, grown and fully developed adults

Trained in mastering total blitz coastal, total assaults

Also we launch all out war when we tour your area

First destroying your local underground spots

Rocked your major clubs and plugged into your theatres

Advancing as hip hops vocabulary leaders

Hostile take-overs is our main focus

As the deadliest of cdp special attack forces

Basically, mcs lack division is appalling

Third rate styles with the nerve to say theyre vocalists

Out of focus, often its the people they run with

Coupled with their own wackness, theyre futureless!

"and keep feedin you, and feedin you..." - method man by wu-tang clan

*scratches and various talk to end*

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From the dungeons of darkness Comes gods gift to hip hop Representin with the lp [gods gift] Well hit em hard and fast in a straight line Concentrating all firepower to their blindside at sunrise Operation sunray, uv radiation First breach their outer barriers then continue penetration To their central point, crushin their nucleus Rushing their central brain command Planting a virus that expands Through your whole nervous system shutting down all communications To your ya bodily functions handicapping your defenses Swiftly attacking your unit, neutralizing mcs By ripping em apart before they even know what hit em Style blitz [wild child] Jack gets pissed off, wack mcs step up and get lost The rhythmic boss, jack spits rhymes through my teeth like floss I bust with motivation to uplift mcs with High above controlling stratus clouds, my man gods gift Come down, assist us, wack mcs must be reminded Get a lootpack tape, rewind it, for those closed minded To the abstract we kick, we rock all places I found out mcs arent human cuz they got two faces They be chillin, willin, always time killin Wack rumor spillin while jack be still in charge Asking me if I smoke chronic, niggas its ironic Im wild child, 80% human, 20% bionic My main occupation is to step up and rock the nation Focus up upon my jam and blow up just like inflation So if you aint down, dont front, worry about your health Worry about your wack crew and ya wack ass self [madlib] Hey yo, here comes the master don, here to renovate My style hits ya like marble weights so pass the dinner plate But pass up the swine like money ya rhyme lime Madlib done told ya time and time again Find the mental maze, faster ya plaster your instrumental With lyrical disaster till you scream out "whos the master? " I flip it up rip it up to raw addict, Crate diggin for the static when I mad beat shop Impulse down to prestige and black jazz 21st century enja got mad Record labels of the old, ill loop and take em out I keep it secret when a nigga tries to peep shit My beat hit like a roy jones jr. skit Your girl starin so now you wanna flip I rip it down to the loot while ya yell peace While I pull out my piece, yell peace but now leave ya in pieces But at least you escaped this beast Smokin on a cushin leaf while ya try to bring grief [gods gift] Now somethings shaking in the palace, cant you feel the santa ana Switching currents and building velocity, it gots to be Gods gift and lootpack, mentally superior master race of lyricists Conductiong verbal experiments With open and imaginitive creativity Fathering styles from infancy to be lyrically Complete, grown and fully developed adults Trained in mastering total blitz coastal, total assaults Also we launch all out war when we tour your area First destroying your local underground spots Rocked your major clubs and plugged into your theatres Advancing as hip hops vocabulary leaders Hostile take-overs is our main focus As the deadliest of cdp special attack forces Basically, mcs lack division is appalling Third rate styles with the nerve to say theyre vocalists Out of focus, often its the people they run with Coupled with their own wackness, theyre futureless! "and keep feedin you, and feedin you..." - method man by wu-tang clan scratches and various talk to end Нравится песня? 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