I am Maceo I be blowin' the soul out of this horn
Übersetzung: De La Soul. Ich Blowin 'Be.
[MACEO PARKER:] (I am Maceo. I be blowin' the soul out of this horn) [Instrumental track with light tambourine/hi hat beat in background, children playing
I disagree 'Cause I'm the only part of you that you don't see I know you don't love me But still I burn for you I know you don't love me This flame
I'm bout to get my shine on Now I'm in Club Whispers wit a $10,000 bar tap Bitches think I'm jokin, stupid ??? in my lap I'm bout to drink some Domm P
sweet so This girl be nice o, I met her for disco Whilst we be dancing, we be chatting We be laughing, we be hugging, we be drinking We be hmm hmm hmm
I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded would it be the greatest MC of all time When I created rhyme for the simple fact When I attack I crush your
I can't complain I've seen my fair share of the fame It wont change me Now I've got this piece of change I feel strange I got so use to the hood
No smiles on our faces, thirteen catchin cases Indeed, it was misery Driven by my own demons, cause they was killin me How can I be sure I'll be saved
time motherfucker try to stop it gon' see nine nines (??) that's all I see when I open up Baby girl, fuckin you now before I blow up You know what? I
E.D.I Amin] I speak For all my ni**az livin' in the rush Slow it down just a notch baby It's goin' be alright, it's goin' be alright [2Pac + E.D.I Amin
should I lie, when I can dramatize? ni**az fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized Simply by spittin I've been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious cause I
me, til' I'm, old and wrinklin and These adversaries they gonna have to be worrying cuz I'm a be illing Fufillin my Passion Till I'm burryin' My
t nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" -- Grand Puba I remember Mr. Magic
me I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy You know that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga I'm
hands cut off, oh shit, I had woke up buggin, sweatin bullets, checkin for my gun, I gotta stop smoking that haze or something, I kno I aint crazy, I'
nigga done in his life I look at this, why speak on when I want when I write So why should I ever fear another man If he bleed like I bleed, take a piss
