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Текст (слова) песни: The Beatnuts - Intoxicated Demons EP

(It`s not really spanish all the way
But it`s more - afro-spanish)

(Come on down)

(You`re listenin to the world`s famous)

Beatnuts y`all

[ VERSE 1: Psycho Les ]
The wiggedy-wicked
Les starts to rip shit
Beatnuts makin crazy noise with some hip shit
24-track, e.q.-ed to attack
Pump mo` watts than any Radio Shack
Black, I stick to bein ruff and rugged
Anti-pop, I guess I`ll stay broke (Fuck it!)
A crazy hispanic, Psycho Les panic
Nah, not me, I just pull the automatic
Out the knapsack, and cold point it
Blast ya, and leave your punk-ass disjointed
Yo, I ain`t goin out like a punk
Nothin but fat rhymes and beats for your trunk to pump
I make you wanna jump like Kris Kross
(Beatnuts gonna blow up!) Slow down on that Crazy Horse
My hand`s tied from the mic it holdes
I`ma jet up the block before the record shop closes

[ VERSE 2: V.I.C. ]
V.I.C., droppin styles you ain`t used to
Nice with the lyrics, when I produce I get looser
Beats I got plenty, they come a dime a dozen
I got more beats than Puertoricans got cousins
Diggin every day, I`m the breakbeat doodle
I got the funky shit, ask my main man Ju-Ju
Jump in the trunk, we Audi on a mission
(Guess where we`re goin?) Philadelphia, beat-fishin
There`s always one store niggas always get stuck on
I know a lotta spots that are ain`t puttin ya up on
Find your own beats, you`re a real snuffalafagus
Lazy muthafucka, you`re always bummin off of us
You know there`s no one finer
Diggin for shit from here to North Carolina
The name is V.I.C., it`s time to dilly-dally
First I hit Texas, then I`m `goin back to Cali`

[ VERSE 3: Ju-Ju ]
Ju-Ju, the true blue funk nigga
Ill with the grooves, it`s the real beat-digger
(Buyin old records is a habit) --> Diamond D
But if I can`t afford to pay, I`ll bag it
You can laugh and joke, but you`ll never see me smile
Ruff and rugged, kickin the hardcore freestyle
Flavor-filled funk, bust the way I word it
Punks who pop junk, kid, tend to get murdered
Not a violent kid, though
Prefer to freak the flow, check it
Loop a funky 45, and I`ll wreck it
Face it, here`s somethin to make you jump around
(Jump around!) And `get down, get down`
Honeys always sock me tryin to get my attention
Flexin, schemin on the carmel complexion
Ju-Ju, the beat man, under God`s protection
Beatnuts makin moves like a mob connection

[ Les ]
Yeah, yeah
Gonna send this one out
To cool-ass Fash
My man Daddy Rich
Can`t forget Lucien
[Name]
Constipated Monkeys
[Name] in the house
My man Johhny
Word up

 

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