Chevelle - The W (Bonus Track) скачать mp3

"So what's up man? Cooling man" "Chilling chilling?" "Yo you know I had to call, you know why right?" "Why?" "Because, yo, I never ever call and ask, you to play something right?" "Yeah" "You know what I wanna hear right?" "What you wanna hear? I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint" "Wu-Tang again?" "Ah yeah, again and again!" [sounds of fighting] [RZA] Wu-Tang Clan coming at you, protect your neck kid, so set it off the Inspector Deck [Meth] watch your step kid [8X] [Inspector Deck] I smoke on the mic like smoking Joe Frazier The hell raiser, raising hell with the flavor Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan Swinging through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman So uhh, tic toc and keep ticking While I get you flipping off the shit I'm kicking The Lone Ranger, code red, danger! Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart The vandal, too hot to handle you battle, you're saying Goodbye like Tevin Campbell Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal [Raekwon] The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back relax won't smile Rae got it going on pal, call me the rap assassinator Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger And I'm gonna get mad deep like a threat, blow up your project Then take all your assets Cause I came to shake the frame in half With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math! So if you wanna try to flip go flip on the next man Cause I grab the clip and Hit you with sixteen shots and more I got Going to war with the melting pot hot [Method] It's the Method Man for short Mr. Meth Moving on your left, ah! And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat I wanna break full, cock me back Small change, they putting shame in the game I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame And like Fame, my style'll live forever Niggaz crossing over, but they don't know no better But I do, true, can I get a "sue" Nuff respect due to the one-six-oh I mean oh, you check out the flow like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dusting Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me [cough] [U-God] Oh, what, grab my nut get screwed Ow, here comes my Shaolin style Sloop, B. A. Buh-B. Y. U to my crew with the "sue" [Interlude] watch your step kid [8X] [Ol Dirty Bastard] c'mon baby baby c'mon [4X] [RZA] Yo, you best protect your neck [Ol Dirty Bastard] First things first man you're fucking with the worst I'll be sticking pins in your head like a fucking nurse I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack Shame on you when you stepped through to The Ol Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo And I'll be damned if I let any man Come to my center, you enter the winter Straight up and down that shit packed jam You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinking Ason, unique rolling with the night of the creeps Niggaz be rolling with a stash ain't saying cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfucking ass! [Ghostface Killah] For crying out loud my style is wild so book me Not long is how long that this rhyme took me Ejecting, styles from my lethal weapon My pen that rocks from here to Oregon Here's Mordigan, catch it like a psycho flashback I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds And where I lounge is my stomping grounds I give a order to my peeps across the water To go and snatch up props all around the border And get far like a shooting star 'cause who I am is dim in the ligh