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[Chorus: sung 2X] <br />I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin <br />The drumline bangin away <br />Make one move and I'll blow you away <br />One false move and I'll blow you away <br /> <br />[Black Thought] <br />Yo - I don't really know but somebody said <br />that the O.G. flow, it could fuck witcha head <br />And the po-lice know that the green black and red <br />too strong to con-trol, they study what I said <br />Dig it - my name is 'Riq, and when I'm on the mic <br />I'm known to spit somethin that these MC's hate <br />I couldn't care less what you feel what you say <br />Cause I gotta put it to you in my own special way - I'm a MONSTER! <br />You know I'm certified sick <br />I came from the corner where nobody got shit <br />Took the cards I was dealt, turned it into hot spit <br />Now I'm not only a passenger, I'm in the cockpit <br />Been a long time comin, I was caught in the scramble <br />of cats, tryin to do the same thing that they man do <br />Eagles born to fly, real is made to ramble <br />"A Dangerous Mind," I'm a prime example <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br /> <br />[Black Thought] <br />Superfans wanna run up on me sparkin the ground up <br />You need to fall back, could be NARC's around us <br />You in a hot area for marchin powder <br />If you holdin chowder, just walk without it <br />Them real crook brothers don't talk about it <br />They never make a move 'til they thought shit out kid <br />I knew a lot of men who did bids for mayhem <br />They made a lot of money, they money never made them <br />The game of survival is filled with rivals <br />Knives and fo'-five slugs flyin in spirals <br />The wicked is diseased and it ain't all viral <br />Could be greed and gluttony bubblin inside you <br />Dawg, follow your pride, the rhythm'll guide you <br />Yo, follow them guys, them niggaz'll rob you <br />And have you up in somethin that dont' really involve you <br />But you don't give a fuck you wanna pump the volume, I know <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br /> <br />[Black Thought] <br />Yo, aiyyo the waistline thumpin, the face kinda jumpin the game <br />Lookin sweeter than a bassline bumpin <br />Don't come 'round me sparks and waste time frontin <br />Them trick ass marks'll get the eight-five dumpin <br />It ain't really bout nothin - Philly just love cuttin <br />They shut shit down before the law start shuttin <br />Get your route right cousin - be out nightclubbin relaxed <br />And wanna get lights out tonight brother, perhaps <br />It's the percussion that keeps shit, kinetic <br />For some it ain't as fame, more sweet the street credit <br />Some cats that play dirty didn't live, to regret it <br />But move to the music he can live through the record <br />I'm a Philly boss player, a dope rhyme sayer <br />It's Black Ink back gettin cake by the layer <br />by the stack, comin at us, get your weight right yeah <br />If not, you makin a mistake right there, f'real <br /> <br />[Chorus - 2X]
Letra nueva de la canción
[Chorus: sung 2X] <br />I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin <br />The drumline bangin away <br />Make one move and I'll blow you away <br />One false move and I'll blow you away <br /> <br />[Black Thought] <br />Yo - I don't really know but somebody said <br />that the O.G. flow, it could fuck witcha head <br />And the po-lice know that the green black and red <br />too strong to con-trol, they study what I said <br />Dig it - my name is 'Riq, and when I'm on the mic <br />I'm known to spit somethin that these MC's hate <br />I couldn't care less what you feel what you say <br />Cause I gotta put it to you in my own special way - I'm a MONSTER! <br />You know I'm certified sick <br />I came from the corner where nobody got shit <br />Took the cards I was dealt, turned it into hot spit <br />Now I'm not only a passenger, I'm in the cockpit <br />Been a long time comin, I was caught in the scramble <br />of cats, tryin to do the same thing that they man do <br />Eagles born to fly, real is made to ramble <br />"A Dangerous Mind," I'm a prime example <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br /> <br />[Black Thought] <br />Superfans wanna run up on me sparkin the ground up <br />You need to fall back, could be NARC's around us <br />You in a hot area for marchin powder <br />If you holdin chowder, just walk without it <br />Them real crook brothers don't talk about it <br />They never make a move 'til they thought shit out kid <br />I knew a lot of men who did bids for mayhem <br />They made a lot of money, they money never made them <br />The game of survival is filled with rivals <br />Knives and fo'-five slugs flyin in spirals <br />The wicked is diseased and it ain't all viral <br />Could be greed and gluttony bubblin inside you <br />Dawg, follow your pride, the rhythm'll guide you <br />Yo, follow them guys, them niggaz'll rob you <br />And have you up in somethin that dont' really involve you <br />But you don't give a fuck you wanna pump the volume, I know <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br /> <br />[Black Thought] <br />Yo, aiyyo the waistline thumpin, the face kinda jumpin the game <br />Lookin sweeter than a bassline bumpin <br />Don't come 'round me sparks and waste time frontin <br />Them trick ass marks'll get the eight-five dumpin <br />It ain't really bout nothin - Philly just love cuttin <br />They shut shit down before the law start shuttin <br />Get your route right cousin - be out nightclubbin relaxed <br />And wanna get lights out tonight brother, perhaps <br />It's the percussion that keeps shit, kinetic <br />For some it ain't as fame, more sweet the street credit <br />Some cats that play dirty didn't live, to regret it <br />But move to the music he can live through the record <br />I'm a Philly boss player, a dope rhyme sayer <br />It's Black Ink back gettin cake by the layer <br />by the stack, comin at us, get your weight right yeah <br />If not, you makin a mistake right there, f'real <br /> <br />[Chorus - 2X]
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