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  • Текст песни Da Brat - Lyrical Molestation



    [Man Talking]
    They can only leave to live
    the linguistic full metal jacket of the macular ballistic
    Shooting off at the mouth without chap or blistics
    I got hairs on my funk and I didn't flunk diaper rash
    I'm hooked on phonics packing a vicious vocabulary
    Malicious with malice and mayhem straight out of a p-funk dictionary
    Give me the mic and watch me slay
    Them those lame and illiterate poeticistics pisses me off ?
    Be missing me with that shit putting your petty torched packaged
    Pathetically in front of me I suppress
    I'll rest of the best of MCs regularly

    [Da Brat]
    In the beginning I was bout it slid in and we write it
    This shit deplace yall bitches wouldn't even thinking bout hit
    Heads flipped shittin' hard on niggas
    With a name like Brat exotic cars and large bank figures
    A high rank nigga shop squat taker
    Maker of some hot shit lose
    Makin' it hard for all yall bitches to move around like moose
    Truth whateva touch come through in a clutch
    Bitch beat me never heard of such niggas say I'm just too much
    consisted dollar clocker sippin a daily vodka
    Private chopper live and die hip hopper
    With the platinum touch that's what the fuck up
    And I ain't tryna pack and slack shit I'm tryna pack and stack shit
    To continue to make phat shit

    Chorus:

    "And niggas know..the lyrical molestin is takin place" -> Biggie
    And when Da Brat is in your area your shit ain't safe
    To live my whole life lavish I lust plus crushin'
    Competitions a must everytime I bust (repeat 2X)

    [Da Brat]
    I'm livin' in high times with a lifeline when the sun don't shine often
    Taught the bandits' testimy was to never let no nigga see me soften
    Coughin' up liph in the morning from choking on dank daily
    Beware my attitude shady pay me and serenade this lady
    Reach the possible limits no gimmick lyrics
    Livin' trife and lavish Ms. Harris with 25 karats
    To cherish the iced out ouster perpetual roll
    the swish and burn it slow cats me know
    Never fishin' for roaches or smokin' the hocus pocus
    Once I was the brokest bitch now I bought the dopest shit
    The poker Chips get place on the misses with ?
    To shoot hits Chi town's windy city creeper weed keeper
    Redrumming niggas like the shining when the molestation begins

    Chorus

    [Da Brat:]
    If you consider yourself to be a competitor
    the object of the game is to bury ya
    Get the cheddar the mo' the merrier 312 the area
    Prepare for my brigade to stay paid and obligated
    To knock off niggas in ways you only saw take place in animation
    Your expiration date is pass due you copied off this shit
    To last you to infinity finna be multimillion in a minute
    Only solo hope to do more than your average bitch
    Making niggas sick and having fifth watchin me push the big six
    Admit it I'm da type to get addicted to like China
    why you fucking wit pure dough
    Tonight's da night we all get high niggas know Brat take without askin
    Leaving everlasting gashes on you bastards
    lyrical assassin and niggas know

    [Man Talking]
    Therefore this rap redemption introdention of competition
    made some motherfucker before the first admission
    Gets to a centamout and I sipped fout
    Rhyming at infinite and my pee in the fountain
    Then I claw clutchin the cliff cuz I gotta get higher into the mantic
    Or nabs' sucker geezees going crazy hacking or channel fool
    All the slackin' rappers I pack I pack a bag
    I travel to the peninsula with the posy I peep over the edge
    Drop a rock over your head as you leaving up the ledge
    To lead on leaving your mink on untangling your mic chord
    You mighta woulda been better in battling your ? is bogus silly pose it
    Putting your petty torched packaged pathetically In front of me
    I suppress I'll rest of the best of MCs regularly