Testo Chuch - Shabazz Palaces
Testo della canzone Chuch (Shabazz Palaces), tratta dall'album Of Light
It came at a price
The way that I play, this shit that makes you feel nice
Tonight's that lights
The sparkling lights, the curves that got the nerve right
To change your mind, to reach in and find
A space down inside that is just mine's
And crack that whip, and flash and glitz, and mash and dri? and cash out
And claim me a slice
The feelings, the ice, the hotter over my dice
We watch the stars, to find out how far we got to go to get ours
You on my mind, I put it on the line
Now relax and lemme touch your diamonds
And crack that whip, and flat out wit
And blast that shit, blast that
Heat up the grease
Pull out the 'lacs and the straps and the minks
Heat up the kinks
Shine out the links and pour out the drinks
Ever since the ships came
We kicked slick game, make name and staked the claim
And never ever ever tame
And stay way fresher than the oppressor, we call that
Survival
With Style x4
And every time we move, we do it
Straight up
And all the beat we bump is a gun
Straight up
The devil?? let the party run
Straight up
Instead go get the fun we
Straight up
The street the beat the heat we
Straight up
Everything high come down
Straight up
Stars the head, on the ground
Straight up
Bent down then we push it out
Straight up, up, up
It's the renegade MC
Pump heat off that corner up that nose
Give a shit about your pop charts
Lead to the beat, clowns with your pop chart flows
Got game and secret names and ghetto fame, y'all changing ranks
When I pop off the style & slang and make you change, won't mean a fucking thing
You bought your titles and your write-ups and your [?]
I got my flirt on in a thousand dollar shirt and told your little bitch to let me know
She smiled, I styled, I'm wild
I live out loud, I'm proud
Black beast wear yellow sneaks and pink shirts they stand out in the crowd
When the wind blew, you been too
The changing times [?]
A straight [?] to the top of my mind into a new rhyme nigga that's what a true pimp do
Your rap's a corporation, a soft drink nigga, what can y'all tell us?
This for all the chicks and fellas in the hoods y'alls barrios and favelas
Nah really, what's up with this bullshit that they be tryn'a sell us
What the fuck we look like, corny ass niggas eating jello in a crowd at an open mic?
Hell to the nah, intelligent relevant
Live survivors they wanna hear something elegant
You reheated your beats and rhymes so many time niggas that why I climb hella quick
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