I gotta kick mo' shit, let me put my fuckin boots on [CHORUS: MC Breed] Seven years, seven years Seven years, seven years Of sweat and tears And what? (Seven
a lot of yall runnin round ain?t none of Yall this supa dupa fly-supe dupa as I-fly across the Sky-cut you like pie-me me and MC Lyte-cuz you wack Straight
Припев за припевом, куплет за куплетом… Хип-хоп раскачивает всю планету. Не важно, что нас кто-то где-то не слышит, Эта музыка жива, пока мы дышим. Пока
I'm paying the price for all the real MC's after me Be a artist, not a slave for the industry I'm paying the price for all the real MC's after me Be a
the shows bout to rock they shit off Gettin they peeps fucked up cause they block is soft As for terror, I sever the best of MC's Look, little Mally
kids In every hood, and all my peoples doin a bid (TURN IT UP!!) NOW YOU KNOW WHO'S REALLY THE QUEEN DELIVER THE MAIL SEVEN HUNDRED THIRTY THOUSAND FIRST
: [MC Eiht] Geeyeah, Soul Assassins two times, stick em! Geeyeah, Cypress Hill three times, come on! Geeyeah.. Infiltration be our daily operation for
] Comin with five gunmen, waitin to do a drive-by So when you see the black 500 (what?) hide from it For every hundred MC's rhymin about birds Only
alive RUNNIN? [Royce] Comin with five gunmen, waitin to do a drive-by So when you see the black 500 (what?) hide from it For every hundred MC's rhymin
like Peter Parker Motherfuck the shop, I'll wreck the Goddamn barber Forget your dreams about being with fans hugged up You couldn't be a dope MC if
Ring-a-ding-ding-ding-dong Ring-ding-dong Ring-a-ding-ding-ding-dong [Repeat Hook] Love of my life! [Verse: Erykah Badu] Twenty seven sets with the
come one come all Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll Doors locked stop draw for the count, who drops? Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four
their skin Their apparatus gets blessed, suckers get put to rest The more damn pure I got the cure for this fest The wackness is spreading like a plague MC
in the day, they actually came to be. (yup yup) but now I'm lookin at a black white paper, and with a whole book of memories (but we never read) seven
And slit your throat, so when you scream, only blood comes out I doubt that there could ever be...a more wicked MC 'Cuz AIDs infested child molesters
: One two three o'clock four o'clock rock ordine e disciplina dall'ovest alla Cina five six seven o'clock eight o'clock rock tutto sotto controllo dal
Where brooklyn at, where brooklyn at, where brooklyn at, where brooklyn at! we gon do it like this anytime you ready check it. I got seven mack elevens
