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жанры: hip-hop, reggae, rap, rnb
альбомы: Ecletic, The Ecleftic: 2 Sides II a Book
Pullin Me In
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Wyclef Jean
жанры: hip-hop, reggae, rap, rnb
альбомы: Ecletic, The Ecleftic: 2 Sides II a Book
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Y'all know y'all done messed up now right? Fo' real You know, you messed up, I'm not laughing All y'all beats is soundin' the same, y'all rhymin' the same Some of y'all even wearing the same jewelry And y'all doin' the same videos Shut up, you know you messed up right? That's why they brought me back in this game To bring it right back to the essenceOh yeah, and all this kill this, kill that, kill this Lemme tell you somethin' (What, what) The real killers, they're standin' right over there Waitin' for you to act like a killer, so they can kill you Yo Sedeck, do me a favor yo Yo tell everybody on this side of the stage To just move back a little 'cuz it's about to get real rowdy In the front yo, they comin' yoI could never forget the underground hip hop I'ma dedicate this to everybody that knew me when I was broke Workin' at Burger King, hustlin' dime bags on a twelve speed bicycle All the projects man, you know what I'm sayin', yoEvery time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin Kick a little somethin' for the new Jerusalem Let people know you ain't forget where you came from Where you came from Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin Kick a little somethin' for the street DJs Let people know you ain't forget where you came from Where you came fromYo, yo this probably the hardest verse that I ever recite I'm in the studio with a gun in my neck it's all right Surrounded by gangsters, I don't know how they got here But I feel like the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his young years New York, on my way to Kennedy airport L.A., I was told wear colors wherever you walk Dirt, dirty south, I heard they run up in your house Shakespeare, no time to jive blast your girl through the blouseWhat? MCs, y'all ain't nothing but assassins Every two lines is killin', or incarceration Murderation, closed casket cremation Closest you got to prison was seein' barson television But I'ma go long as this thug phenomenon Pass me a bandanna, two shots from my Mag-num All of that, to get your attention Here's a few things I been dyin' to mentionAnyone talk about guns, I'ma buy the cartel Any more beats soundin' the same, I'ma put your MPC to cell Listen, reminiscing on nas, it ain't hard to tell Still feel like somebody's watching me like Rockwell Talk about diamonds, I'ma kidnap Jacob Talk about the Fugues, I'ma break up the make up Put your stake up, I'm about to work my way back to the streets And y'all wanna bootleg 'cuz y'all will get Jay-ZEvery time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin Kick a little something for the projects Clef Let people know you ain't forget where you came from Where you came from Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin Kick a little something for the hip hop fans Let people know you ain't forget where you came from Where you came fromHip hop fans, y'all like the woman in my house No matter how faithful I am, y'all still have your doubts Talkin' 'bout, is he real in this relationship Or did he go pop, and on the side get a mistress My mistress is a guitar, classical like Mozart Paint murder on the wall just to show y'all some art And y'all wanna start, and lose body parts I suggest you start walkin', tell your man stop talkingYou know the scenario, the innocent is always the first to go And Dorothy sings somewhere over the rainbow Kum ba ya, got you trapped in barbed wire Dope delivery, but I'm the ghost writer Tall tribes of Juda, deeper than books Watch what you cook 'cuz you might get hooked Man, I miss real MCs Like Kool G Rap, written in graffitiBefore the plane, I used to take the train Watch fiends puttin' up they vein, moms raisin' Caine Able's on the roof, cook like a goose To calm my nerve, I drink Vodka 180 proof I'm back in the shack, lay flat on my back Two choices, sell rap or sell crack Chose sell rap, but watch my back like I'm sellin' crack 'Cuz the music industry is the same street formatI sold y'all Nappy Heads, to the score, to the carnival But yet y'all still wanted more Since Sedeck went back, came off wit a break I blend so perfect, that you would want it for your mix tapeEvery time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin Kick a little something for the brothers up north Let people know you ain't forget where you came from Where you came from Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin
Это интересно:Нелуст Вайклеф Джaн родился 17 октября 1969 года в Круа-де-Буке на Гаити. Когда ему исполнилось 9 лет, он с семьёй переехал в Нью-Йорк, а затем в Нью-Джерси, где он начал играть на гитаре и изучать джаз.В 1987 году Вайклеф, его двоюродный брат Праказрел Мишел (Prakazrel Michel, Pras) и его одноклассница Лорин Хилл (Lauryn Hill) создают хип-хоп-группу The... продолжение
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