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No Gimmicks

Исполнитель: Lord Finesse

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<br>[ krs-one ]<br><br>Lord finesse and blastmaster krs-one<br><br>Lyrical styles weigh a ton<br><br>Lord finesse, we know you got skills<br><br>Come into the cypher and build<br><br>Chill out, all mc I kill<br><br>Come down<br><br><br><br>[ verse 1: lord finesse ]<br><br>Check it out, come on, heres your chance to swing<br><br>With some ill muthafuckas, we dont dance and sing<br><br>In 95 we out-jinglin<br><br>Servin poetic justice without that nigga john singleton<br><br>I do my thing while the fans be jealin<br><br>Hey yo, Im so dope, you better tap your man and tell him<br><br>I dont fake moves, I scrape crews, I make brothers break fool<br><br>Just give me a beat with a bass groove<br><br>Im mad funky, ask the experts<br><br>Cause I make you bob your head until your muthafuckin neck hurt<br><br>So dont ask me to match, gee<br><br>Cause if you aint real, Im bringin it to your face like acne<br><br>Now rappers run scams and flim-flams<br><br>On how they be gettin loose when they rusty like a tin man<br><br>They rap fast, tryin to stack cash<br><br>But on the reel to reel, yo, they still soundin half-assed<br><br>Yellin and screamin like they got somethin<br><br>When they dont got nothin, so them niggas need to stop frontin<br><br>Talkin how they be raggin shit<br><br>When I dont know if them niggas are rappin or talkin muthafuckin arabic<br><br>They act so ill, they no frills<br><br>They should go chill, they all mouth with no skills<br><br>When Im around yall feel funny<br><br>Cause Im young makin funds like shaquille oneal, money<br><br>You want any drama? you better wear plenty armor<br><br>I cut that ass like the chef at benny harners<br><br>The funky mans in it to win it<br><br>We gotta keep it real yo, no muthafuckin gimmicks<br><br><br><br>Whoever make a hit they the best (thats a gimmick)<br><br>You sell records based on how you dress (thats a gimmick)<br><br>Hey yo, that tongue-twistin shit, thats kinda fresh (thats a gimmick)<br><br>Whats when youre soft but youre frontin like youre stressed? (thats a gimmick)<br><br>Whats when youre only into rap to get paid? (thats a gimmick)<br><br>Whats when youre yellin and screamin up on stage? (thats a gimmick)<br><br>When your career is numbered by days? (thats a gimmick)<br><br>Whats when your lyrical style is just a faze? (thats a gimmick)<br><br><br><br>[ verse 2: krs-one ]<br><br>I guess yes yall, to the beat yall, bring in the street<br><br>Let me put my beeper on vibrate, so wont hear it beep<br><br>Representin the street, concrete what I speak, yeah, I live it<br><br>Let it be known, krs is not about a gimmick<br><br>I grab the mic and rip it, meanwhile they stallin<br><br>I raise the mic stand, because Im tall and I keep the crowd callin<br><br>Im not like those other rappers talkin about the caps they peel<br><br>Punk, I battle mcs for real<br><br>Fuck a record deal when youre still into hip-hoppin<br><br>With your country ass, sound like youre still pickin cotton<br><br>You get thrown across the room in that direction, listen<br><br>The lyrical teachers not the one you should be checkin<br><br>This is my eara, or era or eera, whatever, Im mad clever<br><br>I shoop, you doop, you doop like salt-n-pepa<br><br>Lyrical terror, you should never ever come for mine<br><br>When I rhyme I clean up mcs with the fresh smell of pine<br><br>I got skills, and it shows<br><br>You could slow or speed up the tempo, your style is fake like janet jacksons nose<br><br>Im sellin that real live shit, and you could get hurt<br><br>Youre sellin that fake shit like the home shopping network<br><br>You got a lotta rhymes to battle in a second<br><br>But frankly the bottom line is: wheres your hit record? <br><br>You claim Im jockin, you claim Im on your dick, wheres your witness? <br><br>If Im on your dick, my name has got to be syphilis<br><br>I come with lyrical physical fitness<br><br>Two months from now you will have bit this<br><br>Watch me light that ass up like christmas<br><br>Dont let me come out on that ass<br><br>Start flippin the lyrics I be kickin<br><br>Be hotter than curry chicken<br><br>So whether from the east or from the west<br><br>Theres no other krs<br><br>I got force<br><br>I came to your town to set it off<br><br>So when finesse goes hit it<br><br>Ill never mimick<br><br>Krs-one could never use a gimmick<br><br><br><br>When youre ridin the next rappers dick (thats a gimmick)<br><br>When youre r&amp;b, and then you cold flip (thats a gimmick)<br><br>Start rhymin hardcore just to get a hit (thats a gimmick)<br><br>When yout get over, but your skills aint shit (thats a gimmick)<br><br>When you rap, but you dont have soul (thats a gimmick)<br><br>When you cross over just to go gold (thats a gimmick)<br><br>When youre not a gangster, but portrayin a role (thats a gimmick)<br><br>Whats when you shape in somebody elses mould? (thats a gimmick)<br><br><br><br>[ verse 3: lord finesse ]<br><br>Man your station, cause the clan youre facin<br><br>Is steppin to you trash muthafuckas like sanitatian<br><br>I shoot and throw rhymes, the whole nine when its showtime<br><br>(what up, kid? ) brothers know I can hold mine<br><br>On the real I got rhymes skills<br><br>When the times ill Im blowin up spots like a minefield<br><br>Brothers front with they chest out<br><br>But words from finesses mouthll leave them niggas stressed out<br><br>They make me sick to my stomach<br><br>(so put it on em, kid!) them muthafuckas dont want it<br><br>They cant see me, believe me<br><br>They all phoneys, like them niggas that be wrestlin on tv<br><br>Yo, theyre nowhere near pro<br><br>And niggas couldnt hang if they was muthafuckin scarecrows<br><br>Nowadays a lotta rappers sound fake<br><br>Talkin that gangster shit, when theyre softer than a poundcake<br><br>So why youre frontin with the burner, kid<br><br>When you done took more ass-whippins than fuckin tina turner did<br><br>You wanna front? so be it<br><br>But fuck beatin around the bush, I just speak how I see it<br><br>Me fall off? that shits dead<br><br>Thats not happenin, kid, so get that shit through your thick head<br><br>Ill never sellout (what? ) you head right<br><br>Ill never cross over (aight!) word life<br><br>So when I said it, peep the method<br><br>If I never go gold but get credit, I wont sweat it<br><br>In 95 we all in it<br><br>We gotta keep it real, yo, no muthafuckin gimmicks<br><br><br><br>Whats when you rap and dont appreciate the art? (thats a gimmick)<br><br>Whats when you sell out just to get a start? (thats a gimmick)<br><br>Whats when you make bullshit just for the charts? (thats a gimmick)<br><br>Whats when you rap, but its not from the heart? (thats a gimmick)<br><br>Whats when youre hardcore, then you turn pop? (thats a gimmick)<br><br>When you steal ideas to get props? (thats a gimmick)<br><br>When you sell out to be on top? (thats a gimmick)<br><br>Whats when you front like youre hard, but youre not? (thats a gimmick)<br><br><br><br>[ krs-one ]<br><br>Now let this be a lesson to all mcs<br><br>And djs<br><br>Anyone that come across the line will have to pay<br><br>Real hip hop is in effect<br><br>Real hip-hop is in effect<br><br>Real hip-hop is in effect<br><br>Give it respect<br><br>We catch wreck

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