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  • Текст песни 3rd Bass - Soul In The Hole

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    Knowledge on the court, observin' what is all around
    The light goes up, my mic blows up, the silence is now sound
    Hearin' and fearin', the momentum of the stutter step
    Shook to the left, because the brother slept

    Crept into his ego, so he caught a bad one
    Switched my next flip, he thought he had some grip
    But my grip, is when my fingers curl around the mic
    I know what it's like, a dog eat dog world

    But I'm a carnivore, out on the parquet floor
    Whether ballin', or callin' out a sucker who is lookin' for
    Static, me grab it every chance I get
    One on one I'll never run and shoot the high off the net

    This position isn't switchin', pitchin' out a blind pass
    Hindsight, my mind's right, time run through the hourglass
    Search is my name, the game and my goal
    3rd Bass settin' soul in the hole

    Yo man, why don't you give me the pole man?
    Why are you freezin' me out?
    Yo man, 'cause you can't play, you ain't got no handle
    Got your socks up to your knees like Michael Raines

    Drip liquid, pick up a park pill
    Enduce a hand over free form with this skill
    Spills are spun, a crossover break slice
    Sugar brother the pavement says

    Scheamin' on suicide to play post I slash
    First step.. I shook ya ass
    Step to wayside, ain't no weak side
    Bassline I'm never givin', on the flipside

    Grass to a mic like a hand palm rubber
    Roll off a finger, you're gum, I rubbed ya
    Sweep like a Knickerbocker, the 3rd stops ya
    And after dark, I play the part of boot knocker

    Twenty-four seven, always out to get some
    Slap her on the concrete, bleed til the hand's numb
    A way of life found, a rim stuck to a pole
    An asphalt jungle, soul in the hole

    Yo man, I got next!
    Next? You ain't got next man
    You go over there in the corner, with Michael Raines
    And take a couple of tokes of the pipes man
    You know what I'm sayin'?

    Point is in effect, callin' for a play out
    Lay out the plan, but your scammin' for a way out
    Figure of speech, spoken wise for a drum, three on one
    Tchk! You know the outcome!

    Point up the joints up, straight up for an uproar soarin'
    Then you execute the score, then you fade away
    This fade has been played
    Gave the gift swift, you just got self-made

    Execute performance, the 3rd step upon this
    Me and Pete, complete, like sex endurance
    Tip on the rim you reverse and rehearse
    Coachin' but you're slouchin', you can't be first

    You want the rock? But you don't got the handle
    I drop the French, cause Serch grilled your mantle
    Face intense, you're sellin' your soul
    Just for the action of soul in the hole

    Pavement bounce off metal meets human flesh
    Slum onside stagnate you got next
    Each day evident, parks brothers throw down
    One on one, it boils down to showdown

    Spins reverb, soothe he goes a rip slip
    By his larceny, or petty theft
    Spectators move, lips into motion
    Pop shit, get hit, the sewer then becomes an ocean

    Water runs, springs and I let it fly
    Slide a weak side, into vein
    Try to terminate silk textures, of the fingertips
    Three bases covered, as I dip

    Deeper into repoitoire, the Minister an innovator
    Take a sphere and a mic and I'll step later
    Under lamps of the Serch, cold
    Shootin' lava in the soul in the hole

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