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  • Текст песни K.M.D. - Soulflexin'

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    Now, just to blow this up like I intended
    Straight from the Kausin' Much Damage
    Will I send it
    I recommend hittin just fittin just
    Fine then throw it up
    Vocals for locals, the whole nine
    I'm blowin' up
    The birthstone kid, I got it goin' on
    Every time I throw it on
    Allied strength is what I'm growin' on
    I kick styles like maybe this one or that one
    Whichever which I bust
    It's got to be a fat one
    Like Walter Hudson, my rhymes is thick, son
    So, when you pick one, man
    I'm gonna lick one
    God style, hard with no smile
    'Cause I profile, for the ignorant child
    And when I bust off
    Homeboy with no heso' I just bust at
    Point blank range
    Y'all think I ain't livin' strange?
    I got this soul thing caught
    Up in a head swing
    I'm on the mic with the Gods, and I'm
    Soulflexin'

    Straight from the flock with skills
    Pizzazz your whole cipher Subroc builds
    As is
    As I jazz it up I grease your okey dokey then
    Yup, I do the hokey pokey let my soul bend up
    Grown to be sixty-five inch
    Short to swing, this hood sport is the cinch
    Indeed I rap
    Ghetto folk'll snatch your soul intact
    Now, slap your head up
    Bob and catch stiff neck MC selekta
    The addict to this funk thing
    And it sticks to you
    Dramatic like static cling, for granted
    Laps for years, I avoid troubled traps
    Help me out the hole
    To the brother I'll give double daps
    Cuttin' that old haps
    To the straightening comb
    Maybe, twine the knots
    I'll have the nappy dome sent to the home
    Crankin' with electric bass drag
    Kick 'em big, but won't brag
    I was hittin' into a rag
    I don't slack, so won't you let it off?
    (Let it off)
    Can the MC selekta set it off? (Set it off)
    Suffer the you can't, my style is ambiguous
    Rockin' it 24 7, clock is broken tickless
    Broke up yup I'm on, the uppity uppity note
    I can rock styles that move
    A party a party boat
    With clout no doubt I gots to boom the boom
    From Onyx my man, to Zev X my physical
    Yes, I'm braggin like a wagon wheel I roll
    I have my cake and eat it too
    And lick the bowl i'm soulflexin'

    Yo yo, can I get up on this? Get up on this?
    Yo I'mma get on this, confusion, pure
    I collect dust and rust colored coins
    Trust rock a mic and must grip the loins
    From a ton gun a big slug, as quickly
    As I'm sickly, if sucks some of pig
    Plug my mic in, discuss this tons of dust
    That's been busted for a rust-like tint
    Despicable, duck, more Scrooge than Rickle
    No wins sucks, no ice cream, pickle sickle
    Now check, check, check it out
    I's no goody good
    I wreck you're never luckin out
    So get the Woody Woodpecker
    Check when plaid slacks was a trademark
    I made marks now back taxes always stay at
    Max of stacks so
    I'm a bad guy and I'll snuff with a noogie
    (boo) some do slump punks but up
    Jumps the Boogie Man
    I got a natural coppertone, tan and plus
    Eight hundred coats of gold in my glands
    And one can on the wall, one can
    If that can would, happen to
    Fall lend out a hand, to snag it
    Ill ain't nothin' spilled and
    Be drippin' or leakin'
    See on, the lip I'm speakin'
    And be steady seekin', some soulflexin'
    The God Zev X is soulflexin'
    Yeah the MC selector was soulflexin'
    And the birthstone kid is soulflexin'
    And the Boogie Woogie men are soulflexin'
    And the SOS are soulflexin'
    Yeah the God Ansaar is soulflexin'
    My man is soulflexin'
    Haji, and Sadat X be flexin'
    Alamo and Jamar be soulflexin'
    My man Diego D be soulflexin'
    The Gods from Long Beach be flexin'
    Yeah the Gods from Now Rule be flexin'
    Phife and Jarobi be flexin'
    Q Tip and Ali be flexin'
    Posdonus and Dove be cold flexin'
    Maceo, Maceo be flexin'
    Superman Clark Kent be soulflexin'
    Richie Rich and 3rd Bass soulflexin'
    The cracker cracker Crackerjacks be flexin'
    And the LONS be soulflexin'
    And the H2O be soulflexin'
    And be soulflexin'
    Stanley Winslow be soulflexin'
    And the be soulflexin'
    And my man Geeby be soulflexin'
    And the engineer Gamz be soulflexin'
    And Dante is like the worst person
    Yoooooooo, OUT

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