Gang Starr - Hardcore composer

Tekst :

Now I got you looking stiff you numbskull, you re at a stand still
Still faking that you re hard with your rhymes and got no hand skills
so I ll easily drop you and stop you from rhyming
Send you home to moms all bruised up and crying
Then if you want you can go call your people
You re gonna need a mob against me cause I m lethal
Not that I m a violent brother to the contrary
My vocals carry, and then I bury
MC s in holes that they dug for themselves
Couldn t be themselves so they sold themselves
to a company exec who doesn t have respect
for real rap music so he wants to get an MC
that starts out street to crossover
but not me, cause I m the hardcore composer

You ain t a writer nor a fighter you re just a biter
I think you need to save all that because in spite
of the reputation that you think you have
the crew already knows that you re really a crab
So I ll grab the mic with haste and send you out of this place
and back to trace my flow but don t waste your time bro
It only takes a minute a second for me to switch
and rearrange real quick cause I can kick plenty styles
Rhymes stretch many miles
I m the authentic yes the lyric unloader
The truth exposer, the hardcore composer

All you delirious curious suckers
you better act like you ve been known I mack
and hold my own with a mike just to stagger
a bragger, retire a lair and very easily
I m pass by ya cause you didn t want to give the credit
where it was due, yeah it was you, uh huh it was you
and your crummy corny ass crew
So we shall enforce that you lost and plus you oughta
find another type of life and yes another source of income
And here s some advice you can t rap this nice
I broke ya over and over I told ya
I would mold ya why? Because I m bound
to give original sound and as your ears pound
bringing pleasure and pain
as brains start to gain from musical measures
Forming mystical questions never typical inventions
Developed by my Gifted Unlimited mind
Suckers wanna rhyme cause they re eager to find
the secret behind the way that I stomp all comp
Just like a Timberland it s the Guru and Premier
It s them again droppin the fly tracks
and taking things over and never selling out
cause I m the hardcore composer

Inne utwory

  • Flip the script
  • Jazz music
  • Riot akt
  • Gotta get over
  • 2 Deep
  • The place where we dwell
  • Here today, gone tomorrow
  • Cause and effect
  • So wassup
  • Much too much
  • Words from the nutcracker
  • Soliloquy of chaos
  • Mostly tha voice
  • As i read my S-A
  • Tons of guns
  • The planet
  • Beyond comprehension
  • Mass appeal
  • Stay tuned
  • Losowe utwory

    Spam

    Chorus:
    Spam
    It s pink and it s oval
    Spam
    I buy it at the Mobil
    Spam
    It s made in Chernobyl
    Spam

    Now when I was a child
    My family was so poor
    They didn t have the...

    Let the spirit carry me

    People come together its time for a union
    C mon c mon c mon lets do it right
    When the darkness takes control and we lose the reason
    C mon c mon c mon lets see the light

    Well let the faith shine down on...

    Jolka Jolanta

    Poznałem ją w szkole
    Tak bardzo podobała mi się
    Nosiła spodnie
    W kwiatkach na łące kąpała się

    Ref:
    Jolka, Jolanta nie miała amanta
    Ja nie miałem też nikogo, Ona była moją połową
    Jolka, Jolanta nie miała amanta
    Chodziliśmy razem pod molo,...

    Joy to the world

    Joy to the world
    the lord has come
    let earth recieve her king
    let every heart prepare his room

    let heaven and nature sing
    let heaven and nature sing
    let heaven and heaven and nature sin

    Joy to the earth
    The Savior reigns
    Let men their songs employ

    Vi sitter har i venten och spelar lite dota

    Rulti,Rulti,amen vafan.
    Amen för fan killar,var ar ni nanstans?
    Varför kom ni inte och hjälpte mig?
    Jag va helt själv mot 3 hous ju.
    Men lol,hur fan skulle det ga till?
    Du springer fan 1000 ganger snabbare än oss,
    vi har inte en chans att komma dit innan du är död,fatta nu.
    Men ni får ju hänga...