Rise of the Machines (White Label Mix)

歌詞

[Mike Tyson] I was gonnna rip his heart out, I'm the best ever I'm the most brutal and most vicious and most ruthless champion there's ever been My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable And I'm just ferocious, I want your heart! I wanna eat your children, praise be to Allah! [Vinnie Paz] They call me Kublain Khan, ready for war with a Ruger 9 I'm ready with a machete for Rudy Giulian I'm ready for anybody who want war Y'all ain't nice with the hands you can't brawl You can't stall, we hold the black horses I'm runnin' up in ya church to smack crosses You lack rawness, you lack passion You couldn't make it through war without rations You just a homosexual; I think the gay rights movement should meet you and then invest in you. Rhymin' 'bout flowers 'n shit And poets on the mic for twenty hours 'n shit I'm housin' ya shit; Shuttin' ya fuckin' mic off Snatch ya fuckin' poetry book and then kick the dyke off Set the fight off, show 'em what real rap is Real rhymes, real beats and real clappers And we blast at Deep Cover, Make you see murder [C-Murder] like Master P' brother (Yea, what's the deal baby, yea, free Ras Kass, feel me) [Chorus Stoupe]x2 "C'mon, let 'em know it's us when we come on" "While real MC's and DJ's are a minority" "Power, down goes another rapper" "Make way, 'cause here I come" [Ras Kass] Yea, yo, yo, yea, fuck it When I spit it get shitty like the teeth of Mike Bibby Live from nowhere keep the west coast with me like J-Kidd Slay chicks if she pretty, only fugitive you know slay chicks to be Diddy No system electricity, spine the mind with it Tryna go 50/50 with my Billboard's check Like 800 first week, 800,000 the next They put me on the cover of the Vibe I just might flex Na, I'm too lazy, with hennessy and hoes But I bench pressed the trigger of a four pound though Hit enemies with rolls for money shows and clothes Fuck bank rolls, I'm yellow gold in incredible flows My homies sellin coke, 'cause nothin' love nobody Said he like the free spirits with slugs to plug your body 'Til you shrug and flop like Vlade Divac Paint picture perfect, inside rockin' the b-bop We not confused, raps the nigga news Each rhyme a "Minority Report", fuck Tom Cruise Adversity my muse, that's why I make mus-ic Transmit SARS, it's 20 bars as you spit [Chorus Stoupe]x2 "C'mon, let 'em know it's us when we come on" "While real MC's and DJ's are a minority" "Power, down goes another rapper" "...Make way, 'cause here I come"