1)(Dacter Decoy)
I'll make it clear from the beginning, I'm an atheist
So I'll probably get my faced smacked from God's almighty fist
But if he's so goddamn cool, he got to love rap,
specially the oldskool, not that R'n'B crap
He must be chilling in heaven all day long
With headphones on and his favorite DMC song
Crossing paradise's streets, with his homie Jesus
With fat ass beats, saying: tell the people they need us
Shouting to all the people in church:
Shut the fuck up mayn, that's the worst crap I've ever heard
I need something with a flow and drums
That old songs is crap, come on which planet do you come from
I'll scratch and break to the day I die
Keep graffiti in the streets up here in the sky
Happy mood, a hoody, big ass booty, don't shoot me
My game is white Adidas, Grandmaster flash, can't fool me
Omkvæd)
God you got to love hip hop
“and you don't stop”
You must love anything about it:
Graffiti, break, rap and scratch
Love your next like you love Hip Hop
Go Jesus it's your birthday, so I give all your presents away
Dad that's okay, I don't need that toy shit anyway
I'll keep real, in name of hip hop “and you don't stop”
rock, pop all day sucked, cause there is nothing like hip hop
But Dad there is a proof that you hate me
Why the fuck couldn't I have been born in the eighties
Where they busted that shit for real,
back when I was young I couldn't even get a proper meal
But yo! Still my shit is tight, your shit is crucified
Totally outdated, face it, take the shit and MASTER Ace it
I wish I hadn't blow my chance down on earth
I wish I could make them forget everything they ever heard
But word's in the street that I'll be back again
On vinyl of course but I wont tell you when
Jesus you got to love hip hop
“and you don't stop”
You must love anything about it:
Graffiti, break, rap and scratch
Love your next like you love Hip Hop
Give it up for Allah:
سلآم سلآم من آلآه ھسٽم
آڱرھڀھآڀ رآ خرآٻ کنى تو رآ مݒکشم
من آزھمھڇى رڀ رآ ٻپشدردوست دآرم
وآلى لٻس آلأکٿرپکٻوکى ھم مپڀوشم
من ھم بسپآرأشڠ ګرافپٿى
مسلح پک پاڇح مپمانم وخدہ نغاشى
توھپچى نپسٿى ha ha ha haha ساى مپکنى کہ بزانى واللى
واللى پک کم مسلح پک ڀپرہ زن مپمانى
من ٻپشدر رڀ مپکنم نأسپٿ پہ پک ٱردک
وآلى کاچاللى موت رآ آٿش زدم با فندک
م وتو پک کودک ol' schoolمن انغدر
Allah you got to love hip hop
“and you don't stop”
You must love anything about it:
Graffiti, break, rap and scratch
Love your next like you love Hip Hop
Abonner på:
Kommentarer til indlægget (Atom)
Ingen kommentarer:
Send en kommentar