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  • Текст песни Afu-Ra - D-d Soundclash

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    Feel this, feel this
    Brooklyn's in the house
    Brooklyn's in the house

    S-T, supreme teacher, read you like a preacher
    Seat you down, make you pay close attention to my ether
    My aura illuminates, removin' the snakes who lay awake
    Lovin' to hate but we still elevate

    Massagin' the brain, utilize the wisdom contained
    Through the knowledge of my circumference and how to maintain
    Some nights I walk with the understanding, build cypher
    Like Charles Bronson, vigilante ready to snipe ya

    Ignite the marijuana, roll a cigar from Havana
    Tony Santana, smokin' in the Coco Cabana
    Or in the sauna, after doing my Calisthenics
    Universal metrics, reversin' the hex, cursin' the sexist

    Accepting my blessings, remembering my lessons
    Take my dog's suggestions
    When he told me keep my smith and Wesson
    For protection, the streets is watching and they testin'
    They know when you're frontin' and when you're representin'

    It's not where you be or how you be
    Or who you be or what you got
    Unique sounds, grounds is hot
    We comin' through, we tidal waves in this rap shit
    Now how you be, now who you be and where you be?

    You wanna get with the brothers, that's the illest
    The microphone have sex with my lyrics
    Hit shit off, first move is doggy style
    No premature ejaculation, last for a while

    Flippin' and turnin' and splittin' it, all type positions
    Grabbin' and tuggin' and yokin' it, all type of missions
    Crazy, nah, I'm not that type of brother
    My verses, when they out in the streets, they carry rubbers

    I heard you're drippin', your rap style got gonorrhea
    Exploitations of nations, look at this, it's here, yo
    Seven days around the clock ass all in the videos
    I know you like it, I do too, love the cheese, yo

    But this is hip hop, stop it, go make a porno
    Not player hatin', on the mic I'm player scrapin'
    Nobody seen it, whole eons change to Zeniths
    I bounce styles that's sexual, plus I'm intellectual

    Thoughts transverse to physical, I keep it spiritual
    I got the motts, you bust the dutch, I got the hydro
    I just sit back on tracks and let it flow

    Feel this, feel this
    Brooklyn's in the house
    Brooklyn's in the house

    I give you agony, agony, agony, you wanna rump with me?
    Constantly, constantly, constantly rollin' a phonta leaf
    You know it's beef when you gettin' stomped losin' teeth
    Because you sweet and ain't got no claims to the street

    You'se the type to get shot and go explain to the cops
    Come to court every day, make sure a nigga get locked
    But I thought you had that big glock that you bust a whole lot
    Then why my nigga's sittin' up in that little cell block?

    I'm tellin' ya, ock, the world is a spot for snid-akes
    Niggas who hid-ate, do anything to get the pid-apes
    Love to see me down and out, blood in my mouth
    Steez all sweated out, tied up in my house

    Can I live and still give, take my team on sprees?
    Twistin out skeeze out of custom drop-top v's?
    You know the pedigrees, always stay blowin' the dick
    When B.G.S. is the squad, the dice stay on the six

    Nuff of dem still in di valley of dry bones
    Dem ah search dem seven seas, dem, ah, throw stick and stone
    M-mh, dey gonna melt like snow cone
    Da minute di countdown say dis ah di final showdown

    Well, some ah said dem ah star, dem love car
    Dem at war and a blur, dem nah really reach far
    But nuff ah dem ah bafoon, dem ah goon
    Cartoon, dem nah put out no conscious tune

    A-fi warn dem, if dem nah listen, so we scorn dem
    We gonna steer far from dem
    I know that we are kings and we love nice things
    But we not sell out fi no diamond ring

    Yo, I got da Lord in ah mi mind
    So any which part mi come, mi ah go shine
    Trust me, we don't fear nothin
    So don't boost up yourself like you are gon' do me somethin'

    Mi turn dem off like mi turn of mi light
    Jah control di better part of mi life

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