Thirstin Howl III

Thirstin Howl III - The Message songtekst

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[Thirstin Howl III]
 The rhymes you about to hear  nevertheless of my own
 This is for all you young MC's  oh my how you've grown
 You got bigger  better  stronger and much faster
 I remember you were small or slow
 with a speech impediment and had asthma
 You a comedian   when you started doin stand up?
 And where you come up with all these fuckin stupid answers?
 Your rhymes would be cute
 if you wrote em on a pad that was pink
 When MC's think, they're above the rim
 I make them realize they really below the sink
 Before we battle, check it out, I got these rules
 You can't say: nine, spine, time -- all that shit is pre-school!
 You could talk of shootings, but tell me so I would be clear
 but don't brag about coke deliveries that will never be here!
 Don't mention your chickenhead and all her clothes by Versace
 when she needs some orthopedic shoes - she's pigeontoed and knock-kneed!
 Save me the part about, Timb's and bandanas
 Frontin in front of cameras, braggin about what your man does
 I heard enough: glocks, cocks last year
 That took niggaz to the cashier
 but that ain't happenin for your ass here!
 I'm amazed in your sudden interest for espanol
 But see, I won't, rhyme, out the house, unless I'm told
 Don't speak of ice unless it's from the freezer
 Your Rolex and Lexus in Texas, I don't wanna hear that either
 How much cash you got is really none of my concern
 as long as all of this is established, let me hear you, it's your turn
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Publisher: Rawkus

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Uitgegeven in: 1999

Taal: Engels

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