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  • Текст песни Saukrates - Action



    [Saukrates]
    Record mode
    "Action!!"
    We taping?
    Are we roling?
    Yes sir
    God damn
    Who's the hip hop...
    Who's the hip hop
    That's action
    Give it to me

    I'm the hip hop drug, you want a hit give me a minute
    I'm leaving your brain tinted, with scores of metaphor
    Lyrical glim-fitted, bringing you sweet misery
    Like sugarcane mixed with history
    Kissing the sun could never blister me
    Jesus, I said Jesus, will you relieve us?
    A critic commentators who never believe us
    Achieve trust, never gamble on expectation
    Unless you in the future, got some kind of blood relation, ya dig
    Potent rhyme moonshine, yo take a swig
    Got a vegetarian dreaming of microwaving pig
    Secular soul, the regular man's in a hurry
    While I'm chilling in the studio eating iguan and curry
    You're a pussy ass motherfucker (hell ya!)
    I said you're puss ass motherfucker (hell ya!)
    I get your flask, flipping my words backwards
    Attach judge, either leaving the jury with the lackluster, impression
    When I'm on trial for obsession
    With the death of them MC's progression, learn your lesson
    And search for the antibotic, I hook on cigarettes and coffee
    Like you should get hooked on phonics
    Before the thought of approach crosses your mind
    I find your method of wackness, sending constant reminder
    Your style's bullshit, your style's bullshit!
    Want a key to be an MC, here's the full kit

    CHORUS [Saukrates]
    Now that's action (action! what) X4

    [Saukrates]
    Now that's act... this gonna take a minute, relax son
    Play the government up in your ass to tax one
    Unlawful MC, reach unlawful degree
    Saukrates tear up, enemy by enemy gees
    Something like a phenomenom, ghetto serial trauma don
    Pain of acid rain, target the skin
    I drop the bomb, fuck it
    I'mma keep my jones irregular
    So don't act surprised of Saukrates is checking ya
    And even with your dogs protecting ya
    Disgrace printed on your face
    You had 'em saying 'dogs forgetting ya'
    (Blah, blah, blah)
    Representation's bizarre, my mind to my mouth
    Shiny G watch(?) to a guitar
    Never ghetto superstar, rather ghetto entrepeneurly czar
    I'm twelve under, you're checking in at twelve over par
    Toke a cigar and start travelling
    I know it's potent son, I see your dreads unravelling
    I have battled men who sculptured knowledge and culture
    But poisonous dialects exposing cadavers to vultures
    Excue me for being blunt while you get blunted
    But in the words of Biggie 'hunt me or be hunted'

    CHORUS
    Can't fuck with this