, ten thousand days and it's not brave It still remains so empty no desire to feel at home It's no help stand back, just relax and hand it to yourself
Traduzione: Beat inglese. Hit It.
dare another rapper try to TAME THIS I hit you in the ANUS Once y'all reach for the damn A-LIST still, this ain't the pretty boy Fear sex-appeal it
some act in rap is kind of wack and it lacks creativity and intelligence but they don't care cause the company is sellin' it It's my philosophy, on the
all I do is chill and swing it when I bring it Oh shit that's my nigga show these niggaz how you figure [Verse Two: Q-Tip] I bring it to your chest
and can't mail it out If you can't feel, it's too full, you can't peel it out Showboatin' at the show, but you can't sell it out I'm on the sea shepherd
What they got in this fuckin freezer here man [Ice Cube:] Drop a old school beat! [high pitched voice] Man, fuck St. Ide's and Olde English god damnit
[Verse One: Grand Puba] I hit a beat and swing a note as if my name was David Ruffin Quick to toast an MC just like an english muffin Don't worry about
miss it, english keeps me lifted We can take a, one good leg to kick it My walkin til I'm crippled, talkin sick wit it Top of shiznit, til it get noted
colonial English Like who art thou, bow to the 10 inch dick suck on it I'm the aflame of this shit From the king of the past bringing it back Tell the
be beat, and I ain't saying I'm tough But if it's beef I don't speak, I ain't saying "What's up" If it's beef when we meet then I'm spaying shit up Prraat
far as that album you dropped, I ain't feelin it I wouldn't buy your record if it had a hundred dollar bill in it... I'm killin it [Chorus] [Verse 2
hammer with my cap And you know Chuck did it Not the girls get where they tell 'em Kiss it off the glass (Or) Pass it (Or) Kick it Call the shots from
Clue)] Yeah, what up, yo it's Mr. Keith Murray The Lyrical Lexicon, the matador metaphor (NEW SHIT) Wit my niggas Redman and the EPMD, the Squadron (It
remedy (what'd he say?) He said, "Pop it to boy" And feel the beat It's the brand new craze And it's comin your way It was started in the slums By the
awkward Stick figure, with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg Comin through the airport, sluggish, walkin on crutches Hit a fuckin [*pregnant chick*] in her [*stomach*] with luggage It
snippits Where's the weed, I wanna tamper with it I'ma let your grandpa hit it Mix it up with cocaine so her can't forget it Fuck it, maybe I'm a bum
