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Артист: Grand AgentНазвание : MinglingДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop rap underground hip-hop hip hop philadelphia Видео:
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It`s like Farrakahn say, a new thing is happenin today It`s sweet to blaspheme beats when you ain`t got to pay But the ancients stress patience, the Agent knowledge ancients If I take my time, what can I can`t spit Don`t exist, the moment bliss, myself and I kiss You know it`s bonafide, certified hotness From the muthafreakin Major Deacon to the 5 Interstate, mildly penetrate, like the Kahlua Place the homogenized, to bass I philosophize Grace the demonic guys and space, I`m outta Dodge My interests include flow, love and war The hip championship I`m thuggin for So take the flyest rook rhyme book like a leak and freak Page 43: the Jet Beauty of the Speak Now, I don`t really know but some city said The Grand came through, left this kid mic for dead Ya minglin wit mayhem slim ... What up Starr? Word to Kenneth, we ain`t in the same You better off spectatin, speculatin the aim Rest assured, I got the fresh mature listeners locked on some extra-next-texturized imagery stock Inspired by, only the desire to be the Mega-Interworld poster man-child MC [Chorus] Ya minglin wit mayhem slim {*repeat 4X*} [Grand Agent] Yo, if this ain`t ill, dub don`t commence wit the drum fill And it don`t take a late night to make it tight Willie bigger than a Billy Squire beat but comprehends None of what I speak him see-through cuz him pretend Now I don`t really know but some city said The Grand came through, left this kid mic for dead From the front page of Final Call, "Genocide" bellowed They ain`t understand this kid mic was made of metal I jetted though, runnin for the credit of course Cause rap shit own my life since James Brown was the source And girls act stupidly when I be spillin `em text Like they chest was silicone and I was feelin `em But they numb, +Dumb+ in the skull as I be +Cold Gettin+ Ya minglin` wit mayhem slim, it`s soul-splittin ... Pick up the pieces like the bread that be Jesus with the Welch`s that`s the blood, I know you felt like half a thug When I came in the door, spit somethin raw Then broke fast like we on a twenty city tour, yo Salaam-alaikum on behalf of the move-fakin Who`s bacon? Biblically, it`s mine for the takin Technically, the recipe is unwritten Cause all these gun smitten rappers just be fuelin the era y`know [Chorus] [Grand Agent] This is the Grand Age, yo, clear the stage Recommit, get on some other shit You in the Grand Age, nigga, clear the stage Yknahmsayin? Bounce! Grand Agent, Kutmasta Kurt | Похожие исполнители:
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