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фотография I.G.T. f Inspectah Deck

Название :

Make Cents

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Видео: I.G.T. f Inspectah Deck -  Make Cents  

* originally on the "Tape Proprietors" Tash bonus disc

Verse One: ?

Yo we ice, you gold (uh-huh), we the dicks, you the pussy ho
Move your eyes if you`re Whoopi Gold-
The game`s over, lame soldier
Got my `99 Dana Dane froze on ya dame`s poster
Once again, peon, I puff-puff the marijuan, nothin` beyond
No coke, no her-on, ya dead wrong
Tryna Magic Don the war dons when you double bronze
Money replenish, cook crack like a chemist, nigga yap?
Twist his cap back like a gymnast
I`m sick, worse than syphilis,
I smack niggas on the wall, lookin` inconspicuous
Pops wasn`t shit, I was bred to be nigger-ish
Record deal route, to make bitches bounce
If they don`t, take me Uptown to cop an ounce
I walk around with down payment for a house
On my neck alone, I`m the Down South cousin on ya wifey`s phone
Break ya Bone, Thug and move in Harmony
The choice is yours, it don`t bother me
Roosevelt `til I`m dust, I.G.T.

Chorus: ?

What ch`all wanna do, make money? Or make cents
But it makes sense to make money, and stay bent
What ch`all wanna do, make money? Or make cents
But it makes sense to make money, and stay bent

Verse Two: ? (O.T.?)

We could blast it out of orbit like a space shuttle, dust you
Off in ya huddle, 38 Specials make wet puddles when they bust you
A sick sight for sore eyes might disgust you
Loud sounds make cassettes settle when they hear it,
like a scratched needle
O.T. is that evil, I slap people, who act feeble, and not meager
Don`t measure up, y`act too eager
But not to leave ya, we got true beef
like tarryin` the beat with duel heatas
Take on forms like amoebas, a true character
Actin` out scenes, like Drew Barrymore
Before we got warrior, you had to have it, now ya don`t want it
No more, at all, what`s wrong wit`cha?
I`m gone, so long nigga, it`s on critter, let`s get it on
Word is bond, nigga

Chorus

Verse Three: Inspectah Deck

Deep in the lobby, fiend clockin` me for my stash
Dirty cop passed, flashin` the Glock, he`s stoppin` Kash
We grabbed the mask and act fools, pack tools to crash crews
Brand-new niggas get used, for Cash Rules
Chameleons blend, expose theyself in the end
Risk they life before thinkin` twice, dyin` ta get in
Tha circle, new society, those that die for me
I.N.S, I.G.T., my heir lights a sodomy
The hunger burns fiery, I`m still wide-eyed from the last high
Catchin` visions five-times magnified
I spit grammar, lickin` like a twin-hammer
To snatch the fame and the wealth, without the glitz nor the glamour
Kill the cameras, and all with this act of murda
This cat pack a burna, take ya head off, like Nat Turner
The war`s on, the block ain`t safe for you to walk on
With new bloodstains, the battleground we just fall-ed on
Sign of the times, I`m on a mission to eat right,
creepin` at night (yo, yo)
Livin` after street life

Verse Four: ?

I`m high energy, low maintenance, born atheist
Wrapped in a towel with some Avias
Black patriot, computeristic, I spit hot rhymes consistent
Leak liquid, combined with the same substance
that cyanide is mixed with
On every gem I flow different, go the distance
Speak persistent, burn incense, meditate, strange mindstate
Put it down, with the PaperMate
Pen and a pad, that`s how I operate, we the total opposite
With the same opportunities, same enemies
Streak forth from my brain, forms a trinity
Without ?Clee? we a trilogy, break me down and re-assemble me
This is my assembly, I go hard, with the gift that God has given me
The cry, into the night has risen me
I`m the epitome, of bein` lyrically
Come closer if you ain`t hearin` me
It`s impossible to mimic me--stick a nozzle in my neck
Turn it on and empty me, empty me
(Fake fuck!)

Chorus
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