Prodigy - Power Rap (Freestyle Interlude) - Текст песни

[Prodigy]


Power raps inside my skull cap like a brick stack, the kid is back


I told y'all niggaz ninety-eight list that


Yo, ninety-nine I piss on rap


Two thousand where your pistols at?


Dunn, we be the men in black fatigue


Thirty-thousand dollar chains that swing


Yo catch me in the street, poppin that bullshit


Catch a fat lip, hoes all over your shit


Bust guns like, nuts all over your bitch


Yo youse a woman, tell me what the fuck you tryin to do when


you're growlin all over the top, you get chewed when


I touch that shit, not only that on the concrete


We splash more niggaz than the wavepool did


Check out my new shit, we blood spill, you still ice grill


Mad cause your clique's shit is homo, the Mobb stay real


You steady playin the field


Nigga you sideline rhyme


Customers complain they can't feel


You cooked up a half-ass meal


It's time for me to catch burn on the wheels of steel


My shit fills, the appetite of the populace


We could do it via satellites and such


And show the world how that ass get bust


Ever since a little youth, I had this lust


to pick up the motherfuckin pen and just rush


like morphine beats, through the wires of the EPS plus


you get penalized, for tryin to rock with the utmost


Get branded, for bein weak the most, now be ghost


The fuck outta here, with that bullshit you tryin to share


with the planet, you need to be shot rappin


I got sickle cell I feel the pain all year, what's happenin


Fake thug wanna front like they contractin


Numbers on my head, Dunn please, I'm here waitin


You can't touch me, there's no fake love amongst me


There's no fake niggaz that's run with me


Somebody gave y'all the wrong info, I ain't the Kiko


You nympho, put me on to where you breathe at


You 'sposed to taught that bitch much better than that


I dwell, where the rest of my vets is at


From, some to 'Ville to BX and back


to the lab and the dungeon


My house of reresentatives stay starvin, beats thumpin


We unholy, cause there ain't a part missin


My commission, sit at the table like the last supper


Fucker.. [echoes]