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Boof Baf


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Fugees


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I'm Chill-Master, Nell of a thousand MC's
But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees
'Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company
They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle betterSome write forward, some write backward
I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo
With a verse that's worse than the last one
Some say boo! he's the po he used to diss JamaicansAnd Hatians 'cause you thought I was American
Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, yeah
Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new
But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of coolerI'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island
MC's must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'
Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in
Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'
Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'Boof baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, try
Boof baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, trySaid if you write with pencil you must write with pen
If you have a rooster you must have a hen
Five plus five you know that equals to ten
Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove siteOne, two, I throw a flow to catch it
Three, four, back she know before the track miss
I fuck ya when style go, to wreck this static
But yo sister, grab the mic and do damageAiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie
Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones
See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue
Hannibal heads, I be the kid from "Timbuktu"One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready
Three, four, please the army, "Oh God", with Uzi's
So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie
Get the hoodie came first then mans' then would be NancyTo kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps
I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man
You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs
And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, CandymanBoof baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, try
Boof baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, tryWell I'm on fire, fire, fire
So let me re-light your viacom
And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic, cool
And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic, coolAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic, cool
And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic
All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic
You listen to your lyrics in chime, your PanasonicThe ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital
Pras take the mic man, you know you're really criticalStall MC's soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row
Rhyme and cultural, style and never old
Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled
I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke [Incomprehensible]Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it, somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?
Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em
Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and smoke
Smoke I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozackBoof baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, try
Boof baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, tryRich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood
Who used to rap on a Polaroid, here comes Father Joe
Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five
Boof baf, I cut the block with gat-stopsI used to play hookie just to see how good an MC was
He said I bust a battle, aight, I still took a gun
No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride
I waited so long that I thought I died and came back aliveSo hear the spirits, many fear, Sir New Stosser
This the new thing under the sun, when I come, I come
Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic up the block they ran
I came back with the bag 'cause that's my momma manI'm just patrollin', move off in the block
But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about
So don't get caught on the fast lane, the fast lane
A just remain yourself and be the same'Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'
So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm'Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator
Whose the originator, step up infiltrator, see you in the alligator
Back stabbin' traitor, tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with
The head tranzlator and leave the forty to be naughty in the refrigeratorBoof baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, try
Boof baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, tryBoof baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, try
Boof baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, duckSay gun-man, say tell me where you get your damn gun from
You musta get it from the foreign land
We want to shoot up the old a Babylon
Pay the man to rhyme onto itSay gun-man, say tell me where you get your damn gun from
You musta get it from the foreign land
You want to kill your own brother man[Foreign Content]
Это интересно:Начало Fugees положила встреча учеников одной из средних школ Нью-Джерси - Праза Майкла (Prakazrel Michel) и Лоурин Хилл (Lauryn Hill), которая произошла в 1987 году. Объединённые любовью к музыке, они создали группу Tranzlator Crew. Кстати Лоурин тогда было всего 13 лет, но за плечами у неё уже было участие в церковном хоре. Вскоре к ним присоединился Уайклеф Джин (Wyclef Jean) - двоюродный брат Праза. Группа начала активно... продолжение
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