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Артист: Naughty By NatureНазвание : Yoke The JokerДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop rap old school hip hop east coast rap Видео:
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Yoke the Joker!!!! *laughter* Intro: Treach There are too many overnight MC`s but one And too many wacked who haven`t paid dues You have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit and we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you Verse 1: Treach I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one If I was born in Chung Li`s temple I would`ve turned out a shogun Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can`t hawk And all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk I ain`t a punk, I`ll slot`cha, furthermore I don`t scare chief The reason I called you `pussy` cos you are what you eat, each look is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipe Don`t speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op How dare you even try me? Don`t you know you be funky, while you`re smilin backstage doin mother, ugh, doggystyle Hot, wild, raw, whores` still suave *laughter* Check out this style that I`ve soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky semi-social, never seem sloppy See silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchers Straps slammin stouch, mackin this mass is savvy We see so-so-songs and some shots, so snaps steppin separate, start slowly, go solo Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin Stood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a system Smoke the joker, three times over and owe her, go with the flow or I`m about to yoke a joker Verse 2: Treach All that straight faced shit like your heart had been thru Smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do You`re ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard Someone needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwards Let`s giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up Grab your microphone, battle time shown up Any freestyle I see while I prowl I dial a new style, tell me about ooh-chow Another victory, it`s mystery I smoke your skull, your brain`ll come blistery All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he get the things he needs? Remember how blistery? You ain`t ready for the Freddy of rap You can`t kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me slicin your life away, just like I might today I eat you the psycho way, I`m rippin shit right away...... I treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust Take you to a ????, sure you can fly, just jump slut You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like You couldn`t wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight All luck y`all, look at the props y`all So proud I`m sure, suck my encore`s Swingin a bolo, your flow goes solo I`ll smoke ya It`s time to yoke the joker Verse 3: Treach The only way you would be gettin dis jump like a girlie is if your father would`ve bothered to pull it out early You ain`t got a single drip drop, you`re stripped of hip-hop If I see ya disagreein, you`ll be gettin your shit dropped It`s extended version, the side you can`t fuck with You`ll get the jimmy MC, you`re swift to kick the bucket I`m tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high Never would you ever get the thriller, say y`all sweat "Y`know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat" Because you know I`m better than that on my worst day Takin competition`s what I do in the worst way Quick to do a hit, for you most likely I spoiled ya I bored and ignored ya, then boringly floored ya The proof is in the footin, my collar ain`t wooden It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children Physically, facially, racially made to be crazily paid or G, what a fuckin way to be Hot damn, I`m a man with a hand plan This smack that then attract the new game plan Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test Shit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step That`s what I do, that`s what I say, that`s what I live That`s what I prove, that`s what I move, that`s what I give Makin other brothers wanna go home and write shit Bite what I might get, then up and say "I quit" Me here, got, oh what a beautiful dawg From you ain`t in amazing, want some paper plus a pen and tongue will do Yoke the joker! | Похожие исполнители:
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