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Bad Mutha - текст песни

Bad Mutha

Other mc’s, I want you to know

If you ever wanna battle me, don’t move slow

Come and get it cause I’m waitin and I got nowhere to go

Head to head, toe to toe, rhyme for rhyme, blow for blow

We can throw


When I get busy, the crowd gets dizzy

And when I’m on the stage, the party people say, is he

Really human or is he a robot?

Because when I’m on the microphone nobod-

Y does the things that I do

My voice will guide you

Once you hear it, it stays inside you

Hypnotizing and mesmerizing

The cerebral cortex, but without realizing

You become confused and so enthused

Cause the rhymes I use can make you lose

Total control, and if I choose

To call you the paperboy you’ll spread the news

Like paul revere: a real rapper is here!

Yeah, moe dee is coming, moe dee is coming

And teeth will chatter, plagiarism scatter

Nothing is the matter, you’re just looking at a

Real rap trooper with a power so super

After battlin me, I guarantee you won’t recouper-

Ate cause I am great, I can make you hate

To ever look in the mirror and affiliate

Yourself with anything but an average person

Lovin my success but envious and cursin

You want my autograph, don’t act like a sucker

Just gimme a pound cause I’m a bad, bad, bad mutha-

Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf-

I put a hurtin on rappers, egos are crushed

Pride is swallowed, asses are bust

Hearts are taken, souls cremated

Lips are sealed and they hate it

Overrated rappers made it

On a wing and a prayer with old beats updated

But I’m not like you bitin barbarics

Rappers with the fresh beats and weak lyrics

I’m cyanide, deadly and lethal

I never run out, I got an automatic refill

I never get cold, I only get lukewarm

When I wanna get hot, I have a real brainstorm

Ideas start flowin, my talents start showin

And if the music stops, moe dee keeps goin

I’m bigger than life and deeper than death

The world of rap is like a kitchen and I am the chef

Boy, are these mc’s really startin to irk me

Make it to the top, then try to jerk me

Ask em who’s the best, their shoulders start shruggin

Like they don’t know, they must be buggin

But I like the controversy, it makes me blood-thirsty

And one day I’ll make them all beg for mercy

So remember that if you wanna act like a sucker

Don’t ever make me mad cause I’m a bad, bad, bad mutha-

Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf-

I’m the kinda rapper that a dummy won’t dig

My iq’s too high, my words are too big

My voice too clear and my rhymes are ample

Some things I won’t do, and here’s an example

I won’t make a ’la-di-da-di’, an ’oh veronica’

A ’dear ivette’ or a la-’latoya’

I’m not tryin to dis the rappers that made these cuts

As a matter of fact I like them, but

Records like that are for the average mc

Not for the highly rated moe dee

I have a formula, I’m like a scientist

And I must put words together like this

My voice is a ? ? ? ? ? , coming out an orophus

Expressing ? ? ? ? ? , verbally or if it’s

Mental ? ? asymetrics? ? that makes me so electric

By spontaneous combustion an explosion is expected

A walking time bomb that can’t be disconnected

I’m a rhymer with a timer, I’m a english dialectic

My ideas are impeccable, rhymes are paragon

My soliloquy will affect ya like farrakhan

Love me or hate me, agree or debate me

Watchin suckers gather round, bow down ? ? ? ? ? be-

Cause what I do orally I something so morally

Stimulating, emmulating heat that’s corally

My mind is both flexible and resillient

Pugnacious, tenacious ? ? ? ? ? ? , I’m brilliant

Through rigorous training, it’s self-explaining

Why I’m standing on the top and that’s where I’m remaining

My brain rocks like mr. spock’s

And any other mc’s are knocked out the box

So you know where to kiss, so line up and pucker

Sucker mc’s, I’m a bad, bad, bad, bad (mutha-)

Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf-

Now I was never solo, I was always in a group

So now you new jacks are a little too souped

So if you think you could take mine

Then come on and make my

Day, you idiot, you knew from the giddy-up

You didn’t have a chance

But if you want drop the pants

I spank that ass so fast that the next time you glance

Everyone will be laughin and you’ll be the stock

Cause that’s what’s good about havin you mc’s on the jock

I could go on and on and on and on for days

But everytime I speak I get unwanted protegees

If you’ve been lucky so far, don’t press your luck

Cause you don’t really want none cause I’m a bad, bad, bad (mutha-)

Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf-

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