Gang Starr - Mass appeal
Tekst :
Verse One: Guru
No way you ll never make it
Come with the weak shit, I break kids
Step into my zone, mad rhymes will stifle ya
Lines like rifles go blast when I kick some ass
A lot of rappers be like one time wonders
Couldn t say a fly rhyme if there was one right under
Their noses, I hate those motherfuckin posers
But I m so real to them it s scary
And with my unique skills nag you can t compare me
And no we don t make wack tracks
and all the suckers get pushed back when I m kickin real facts
I represent set up shit like a tent boy
You re paranoid cause you re my son like Elroy
And you d be happy as hell to get a record dal
Maybe your soul you d sell to have mass appeal
Verse Two:
Oh yes I m greater than all MC s when I breeeze give me room please
I be like fascinatin when I be updatin
Cuttin off wack kids, pullin their trump cards
I thump hard, and mak eem say that I m God
Niggaz be pretendin they hardcore
Never know the meaning of [real hardcore]
But I get props like a slogan and no man
Could ever try to diss when I kicks my jam
Lyrically def and connecting complete mic wrecking
No double checking vocals kill like weapons
But if I have to I go all out with no mic
Yeah that s right cause I survived mad fights
And for my peeps I truly care
Cause without some of them I wouldn t be here
And they all know how I feel
Cause suckers be like playin themselves to have mass appeal
Verse Three:
I know I m dope but don t wet that
I ve suffered setbacks but now I m makin greenbacks
Just like baggy slacks I m crazy hip-hop
Check one two and you don t stop
Your head ll bop when I drop my crop
of pure bomb, just like the seashore I m calm
But wild, with my monotone style
Because I don t need gimmicks
Gimme a fly beat and I m all in it
Word is bond I go on and on
For you it s tragic I got magic like wands
So I ma end this lecture and I betcha
Those who kick dirt and do time I m gonna get cha
Cause I be kickin the real
While they be losin the race tryin to chase mass appeal Inne utwory
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You can t have me the way you want me
I can t have you the way I want you
Well, you say, still you want to be my friend
But I know that kind of friends you have a lot
I don t care,...
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to find a way
to find a way
I ma do whatever it takes, to find a way
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Early in the mornin
Early in the mornin
I m callin you to
I m callin you to
Please come home
Yes, I guess I could make it without you
If I just didn t feel so all alone