Текст (слова) песни: Ultramagnetic MC`s - Poppa Large

I get in shape and do my physical fitness
Your head`s numb, so your brains a miss this
Pick `em up, eat `em up, pick `em up, beat `em up
Pick `em up pimplehead, pick `em up picky
I roll wit globs and I come real sticky
Ripping the mic, I plug it up in your ears
Crazed and brewer. I`m coming out like beers
Like Rheingold, Miller, Coors, and Buds
I`m a eat `em wit popcorn and treat `em like suds you duds
Coming out the wick wack, wicky, wickable wack
Black jack, that`s a fact, writing exact behind your back
The funk rhyme to master, blaster
Kicking up in a brainstorm, rainstorm
Rap storm, rap form
Rap time, rap rhyme
Rap class, I`m here to fail and to pass
To continue, from the more, hype tip
I roll and rock, rock and roll
Jazz and pop, rhythm and Blues
Dance and fusion, pain confusion
Look at the lights, what a night on the town
I`m Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast(4x)

Now I`m back to funk, freak the funk
Hype the funk, swipe the funk and all that junk
I get busy on `em, communicate wit the world
Man, woman, a baby boy and a girl
Poppa large looking out the pawn shop
Taking stroud while your face and arms drop
Stop, look, learn to read, learn to write
Learn to talk, learn to walk
And watch your step though, I`m hype and ripe though
Kleptomaniac, my rhyme is psycho
A Ricky Ricardo, a Guy Lombardo
Sporting a ragtop, an El Dorado
Step into Hollywood, I`m screening the boulevards
The rhymes is gain type, I`m ready to pull it`s card
Jack or Ace, King or Queen, call me the deuce
I`m pouring LA juice
Hitting the top, feeling the rim
Getting a trim, I never rhyme like them
On and on, on and on, on and on
Until the break of dawn
I go overtime, rock the mic in nighttime
Daytime, switching off to Primetime
Specifically, strolling back in the west time
Rock the funk wit the mic in the east rhyme
Hype and dope, hype the frame, the mic is smoking
Yo, I ain`t joking
Rhyme to kill, rhyme to murder, rhyme to stomp
Rhyme to ill, rhyme to romp
Rhyme to smack, rhyme to shock, rhyme to roll
Rhyme to destroy anything toy boy
On the microphone
I`m poppa large, big shot on the east coast(4X)

You`re dripping sweaty, coming hard on your neck
As I flow and grow from head to toe
Seeking a style like John Mcenroe
Dissing `em all, serving them wit the mic stand
Like Prince and Michael coming out wit a big band
The crowd is loud, you can pay as teh manager
Run wit the money, I pull the trigger and damage ya
Boom, taking life more serious
I may sound lyrical and very mysterious
Rhymes are grip tight, no grams to kill more
A son of Sam, how could I begin more
Grabbing the mic, you see the dark and shadows
You`re in living hell, the funk, pound to pound
The funk ignited, hands are writing, brains dividing
I`m coming out in sighting
Like I`m Blackula, a better man that Dracula
Spectacular and not irregular
In fact you are speaking impopular
Rhymes are moved and you can`t be stop wit the
Beat as it goes to the rhyme that flows
Like a coke in a straw burning up in your nose
That`s a bad habit, stepping out on stage one
Drop the mic, come and turn to page one
Look at the master, my range is higher
My lyrical burns, your brain`s on fire
Poppa Large, big shot on the east coast(8X)

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I`m coming out like beers Like Rheingold, Miller, Coors, and Buds I`m a eat `em wit popcorn and treat `em like suds you duds Coming out the wick wack, wicky, wickable wack Black jack, that`s a fact, writing exact behind your back The funk rhyme to master, blaster Kicking up in a brainstorm, rainstorm Rap storm, rap form Rap time, rap rhyme Rap class, I`m here to fail and to pass To continue, from the more, hype tip I roll and rock, rock and roll Jazz and pop, rhythm and Blues Dance and fusion, pain confusion Look at the lights, what a night on the town I`m Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast(4x) Now I`m back to funk, freak the funk Hype the funk, swipe the funk and all that junk I get busy on `em, communicate wit the world Man, woman, a baby boy and a girl Poppa large looking out the pawn shop Taking stroud while your face and arms drop Stop, look, learn to read, learn to write Learn to talk, learn to walk And watch your step though, I`m hype and ripe though Kleptomaniac, my rhyme is psycho A Ricky Ricardo, a Guy Lombardo Sporting a ragtop, an El Dorado Step into Hollywood, I`m screening the boulevards The rhymes is gain type, I`m ready to pull it`s card Jack or Ace, King or Queen, call me the deuce I`m pouring LA juice Hitting the top, feeling the rim Getting a trim, I never rhyme like them On and on, on and on, on and on Until the break of dawn I go overtime, rock the mic in nighttime Daytime, switching off to Primetime Specifically, strolling back in the west time Rock the funk wit the mic in the east rhyme Hype and dope, hype the frame, the mic is smoking Yo, I ain`t joking Rhyme to kill, rhyme to murder, rhyme to stomp Rhyme to ill, rhyme to romp Rhyme to smack, rhyme to shock, rhyme to roll Rhyme to destroy anything toy boy On the microphone I`m poppa large, big shot on the east coast(4X) You`re dripping sweaty, coming hard on your neck As I flow and grow from head to toe Seeking a style like John Mcenroe Dissing `em all, serving them wit the mic stand Like Prince and Michael coming out wit a big band The crowd is loud, you can pay as teh manager Run wit the money, I pull the trigger and damage ya Boom, taking life more serious I may sound lyrical and very mysterious Rhymes are grip tight, no grams to kill more A son of Sam, how could I begin more Grabbing the mic, you see the dark and shadows You`re in living hell, the funk, pound to pound The funk ignited, hands are writing, brains dividing I`m coming out in sighting Like I`m Blackula, a better man that Dracula Spectacular and not irregular In fact you are speaking impopular Rhymes are moved and you can`t be stop wit the Beat as it goes to the rhyme that flows Like a coke in a straw burning up in your nose That`s a bad habit, stepping out on stage one Drop the mic, come and turn to page one Look at the master, my range is higher My lyrical burns, your brain`s on fire Poppa Large, big shot on the east coast(8X) Нравится песня? 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