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Naughty By Nature - Yoke The Joker Şarkı Sözleri
-laughter- intro: treach there are too many overnight mc´s but one and too many wacked who haven´t paid dues you have now entered the path of the flavor unit and we are naughty by nature, and we will just do, by terminating you verse 1: treach i can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back a fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one if i was born in chung li´s temple i would´ve turned out a shogun smack the any-and-all talk, jokers i can´t hawk and all that shit i hear about me losin is small talk i ain´t a punk, i´ll slot´cha, furthermore i don´t scare chief the reason i called you ´pussy´ cos you are what you eat, each look is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipe don´t speak when i am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op how dare you even try me? don´t you know you be funky, while you´re smilin backstage doin mother, ugh, doggystyle hot, wild, raw, whores´ still suave -laughter- check out this style that i´ve soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky semi-social, never seem sloppy see silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchers straps slammin stouch, mackin this mass is savvy we see so-so-songs and some shots, so snaps steppin separate, start slowly, go solo set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin stood the sagittarian, some marriage is a system smoke the joker, three times over and owe her, go with the flow or i´m about to yoke a joker verse 2: treach all that straight faced shit like your heart had been thru smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do you´re ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard someone needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwards let´s giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up grab your microphone, battle time shown up any freestyle i see while i prowl i dial a new style, tell me about ooh-chow another victory, it´s mystery i smoke your skull, your brain´ll come blistery all fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he get the things he needs? remember how blistery? you ain´t ready for the freddy of rap you can´t kill me, i step into your dreams, you feel me slicin your life away, just like i might today i eat you the psycho way, i´m rippin shit right away...... i treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust take you to a????, sure you can fly, just jump slut you think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like you couldn´t wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight all luck y´all, look at the props y´all so proud i´m sure, suck my encore´s swingin a bolo, your flow goes solo i´ll smoke ya it´s time to yoke the joker verse 3: treach the only way you would be gettin dis jump like a girlie is if your father would´ve bothered to pull it out early you ain´t got a single drip drop, you´re stripped of hip-hop if i see ya disagreein, you´ll be gettin your shit dropped it´s extended version, the side you can´t fuck with you´ll get the jimmy mc, you´re swift to kick the bucket i´m tired of mr. nice guy, place your price high bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high never would you ever get the thriller, say y´all sweat "y´know that kid treach, i took him out, he was no threat" because you know i´m better than that on my worst day takin competition´s what i do in the worst way quick to do a hit, for you most likely i spoiled ya i bored and ignored ya, then boringly floored ya the proof is in the footin, my collar ain´t wooden it takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children physically, facially, racially made to be crazily paid or g, what a fuckin way to be hot damn, i´m a man with a hand plan this smack that then attract the new game plan eat your big beef, digest the rest, test shit, i was slept yet, then go to the next step that´s what i do, that´s what i say, that´s what i live that´s what i prove, that´s what i move, that´s what i give makin other brothers wanna go home and write shit bite what i might get, then up and say "i quit" me here, got, oh what a beautiful dawg >from you ain´t in amazing, want some paper plus a pen and tongue will do yoke the joker! |
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