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  • Текст песни Masta Killa, R.A. The Rugged Man, Killah Priest - Chains

    Исполнитель: Masta Killa, R.A. The Rugged Man, Killah Priest
    Название песни: Chains
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    -04. Chains (Ft. Killah Priest & Masta Killa)

    [Intro: Killah Priest (Masta Killa)]
    Let it flow, deh-deh-duh (yeah) it's on (beh-deh-deh-deh)
    (Den-e-neh) on... (yo, aiyo)

    [Chorus: reggae sample]
    Keep on knowin' what you know
    Keep on knowin' what you know
    End up, up, up, in chains, chains, chains

    [Masta Killa]
    Back in '88, son was gettin' a little paper
    Caught a few stings, rocked the phat rope cables
    Pushed the white Mercury Sable, known for holdin' heat
    Pharoah garmer marks on his feet, serpents whisper
    You can smell the deceit, they greet me like peeps, to blend
    And try to befriend, to get up, underneath the skin
    My long wind'll blow ya head piece degrees
    Murder One Team, Barcelini Noodle had lean
    Microphone fiend, step into the rhythm
    This is how I'm servin' them, no need for medic attention
    I just murder them, murder them... pussy, I just murder them

    [Chorus]

    [R.A. the Rugged Man]
    I'm a dip-dip diverse, socializer
    I'm a hoof flat top rule, in eighty niner
    They say Rugged, by now, you should of at least blown
    It's funny, I'm mad famous for being unknown
    I'm just a dirty motherfucker, they hate my guts
    All I talk about is bitches, and bustin' nuts
    Yeah, I got a foul mouth, yeah, I cuss too much
    I'm just so Ricky Ricardo, ri-di-cu-lous
    And I ain't got no fly whip, I still ride the bus
    I got Mitch Blood Green on the scene with us
    Hospitable, hitable, cooler, than Jacob who criminal
    Miracle, lyrical, take every syllable literal
    Little riddle, profitable, visible, iritibal
    Little brittle, pitiful, for so through little, you tickle, you typical
    Yeah, I talk shit, I'm cocky with it
    It's hard for you to admit it, but I'm one of the best in it

    [Chorus]

    [Killah Priest]
    My mind is haunted, filled with the extension of slaves that's torment
    Slow down my steps, one foot from the grave to con it
    Our young black males, they lick pon gate
    Son of the morning, roasted souls, tell Minister "come pray"
    It's gun trade inside of smokey apartments
    Flow process, one nine, two tech, four revolvers
    Coke overballing kettels, it's like we struck oil in the ghetto's
    We supply it to addict's, the devil work
    He practice, he's like a search backwards
    Til they throw that dirt in our casket, and that's it
    I live where the fiends are nothin', just a scene of the projects, similar to
    Osama's
    An old man, at the top of the stairs, he just stare
    Cuz his mind ain't there, victim of the war
    Polar signs, the times is near
    He drop the jewels, til you buy him a beer
    He said he was a linebacker for the Bears
    Said he did it all back, while he's dryin' his tear
    Yeah, it's that real shit, that made me
    That music from the '80's, the child's of the '70's
    I live long til they bury me...
    -04 . Chains ( Ft. Killah Priest & Masta Killa )

    [ Intro: Killah Priest ( Masta Killa )]
    Let it flow , deh - deh - duh ( yeah ) it 's on ( beh - deh - deh - deh )
    (Den -e- neh ) on ... ( yo , Aiyo )

    [ Chorus : reggae sample]
    Keep on knowin ' what you know
    Keep on knowin ' what you know
    End up , up , up , in chains , chains , chains

    [ Masta Killa ]
    Back in '88 , son was gettin ' a little ' paper '
    Caught a few stings , rocked the phat rope cables
    Pushed the white Mercury Sable , known for holdin ' heat
    Pharoah garmer marks on his feet , serpents whisper
    You can smell the deceit , they greet me like peeps , to blend
    And try to befriend , to get up underneath the skin
    My long wind'll blow ya head piece degrees
    Murder One Team , Barcel Noodle had lean
    Microphone fiend , step into the rhythm
    This is how I'm servin ' them , no need for medic attention
    I just murder them , murder them ... pussy, I just murder them

    [ Chorus ]

    [ RA the Rugged Man ]
    I'm a dip - dip diverse , Socializer
    I'm a hoof flat top rule, in eighty niner
    They say Rugged , by now , You Should of at Least blown
    It's funny , I'm mad famous for being unknown
    I'm just a dirty motherfucker , they hate my guts
    All I talk about is bitches , and bustin ' nuts
    Yeah , I got a foul mouth , yeah , I cuss too much
    I'm just so Ricky Ricardo, ri -di- cu - lous
    And I is not got no fly whip , I still ride the bus
    I got Mitch Blood Green on the scene with us
    Hospitable , hitable , cooler, than Jacob who criminal
    Miracle , lyrical , take every syllable literal
    Little riddle , Profitable , visible , iritibal
    Little brittle , pitiful , for so through little , you tickle , you typical
    Yeah , I talk shit , I'm cocky with it
    It's hard for you to admit it, but I'm one of the best in it

    [ Chorus ]

    [ Killah Priest ]
    My mind is haunted , filled with the extension of the slaves that's torment
    Slow down my steps , one foot from the grave to con it
    Our young black males , they lick pon gate
    Son of the morning , roasted souls , tell Minister "come pray"
    It's gun trade inside of smokey apartments
    Flow process , one nine, two tech , four revolvers
    Coke overballing Kettels , it's like we struck oil in the ghetto 's
    We supply it to addict 's , the devil work
    They practice, he's like a backwards search
    Til they throw That dirt in our casket , and that's it
    I live where the fiends are nothin ' , just a scene of the projects , similar to
    Osama 's
    An old man , at the top of the stairs, they just stare
    Cuz his mind Is not there, victim of the war
    Polar signs , the times is near
    They drop the jewels , til you buy him a beer
    They said he was a linebacker for the Bears
    Said they did it all back , while he's dryin 'his tear
    Yeah, it 's that real shit That made ​​me
    That music from the '80 ' s, the child 's of the '70 ' s
    I live long til they bury me ...

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