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Flash Gordon - текст песни



Flash Gordon


[Intro]


Yeah


Kweli in the house


Dave West is what I'm talkin' about, you know?


Yea yea yea yo yea yo yea yea yea yo yea yo Yea yea yea yooohh yooohh




[Verse]


Make a joy for noise until the lord people have flawed


Cause the pen is mightyer than the sword


Leavin' the floor


Cause my words cut deeper than a tissue massage


I got hooks and lines that sink y'all like the fishermens ride


I'm on mission for god he blessed me to spit it this hard


A lot of niggaz star shit but they don't finish the job


I'm like Minister Farrakhan or an african that finish' the marathon


The pain in my voice is *?*


No matter what playin' 'em on I carry on


Even if the dawn is over head I carry on


Then a Flash Gordons scar on my face is a *?*


Passports splash with blood from the battle I last fought in


I want to cash all in


Or I start breakin' like glass *?* put The Blast on 'em like my last tourin'


Or fast forward just to catch what I say


Yo I say some shit like that just to mess with your head, come on




[Chorus]


Grabbin' the black steel, bowh


In the hour of cast


We ain't rapper till they pay us, is that real?


We got babies


We got bills


Put your hands up in the air if you know how I feel


And let it out (let it out)


Get it out (get it out)


Work it out (work it out)


Sweat it out




[Hook]


I don't know


If you know


My history I do it big




Like Notorious did


Get all the play like this accordin' the kid


Gangster like knock out never little *?* all in his *?*


Crazy like the little hand on the seven, the big hand on the six


JayLo, yo


Whether you all in the mix or if you stay low


Everybody say hoooo hoooo hoooo hoooo




[Hook]


I don't know


If you know


My history you don't know me




Chop the game till it's blue like a varicose vein


And I can't remember the last time I felt this terrible pain


And the whole shit blew up


Was it for vain ?


They'll be lookin' through the rubble like they searchin' for Hussein


I'm lookin through the club I'm really searchin for who's sane


The music got everyone crazy and who to blame


People pair think there'll be some uglyness up their hair


End up in intensive care with a *?* stare, you know?




[Chorus]


Grabbin' the black steel, bowh


In the hour of cast


We ain't rapper till they pay us, is that real?


We got babies


We got bills


Put your hands up in the air if you know how I feel (feel it)


And let it out (let it out)


Get it out (get it out)


Work it out (work it out)


Sweat it out




[Hook]


I don't know


If you know


My history you don't know me




It's the black hand bustin' the tek


Gettin' it wet without bustin' a sweat


Swingin' for the upper deck


It's the black man cuttin' the check


The nigger's the boss


The niggers want to test if they addicted to laws


I spit on the floor


The right hook will get at you, yo


Make to track my baby mama when I'm hittin' it raw


I rap through:


Wars and tours and whores on the floors I did it for force


so I spit at all the shit that I saw


I party with supermodels who wanna take of they clothes


The ones who smokin' cocain so they don't fuck up they nose


I walked the slums of Soweto and the streets of Havanna


Takin' pictures with kids who never seen a camera


From the land of the alabama since the night in the cally


Bumpin' gangster music like a freedoms song (Texts of songs ) in the rally


Out the back of yo' *?* give you the skitty like Ally McBeal


It's the black steel, Brooklyn know the deal, what?!




[Chorus]


Grabbin' the black steel, bowh


In the hour of cast


We ain't rapper till they pay us, is that real?


We got babies (yeah)


We got bills (yeah)


Put your hands up in the air if you know how I feel (come on)


And let it out (let it out)


Get it out (get it out)


Work it out (work it out)


Sweat it out




[Hook x4: with various adlibs]


I don't know


If you know


My history you don't know me



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