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domenica 14 giugno 2009

Quando si dice il rap

Si parte da Sesto Marelli, ore 19,30. 3 Ladies, Barry e il generale convex destinazione Bologna: live di MethodMan e RedMan. Una delle 3 di hiphop non ne sapeva un'H ma io le ho detto vieni, così capisci da subito cosa è il rap :) ... So many jointz, so many friends from all around the Italy...i'm coming back mutherfuckers, don't worry about that... E il pogo quando hanno fatto Da Rockwilder? e quando Meth e Red si sono buttati sul pubblico vieppiù volte? ( stavo lì sotto)... Poi alle 3 del mattino di nuovo in macchina destinazione casa, l'autostrada sgombra e silenziosa, le ladies dormono, e quando siamo alle porte di Milano la notte sfuma nel profilo di altro giorno, e gli dei sui loro astri mi sorridono per un'ultima volta.
Ore 6, dopo vari giri sono a casa. Spuntino, letto.
Il 28 ci sono gli EPMD a Milano, d'u know what i'm saying?
c ya



Oh my god...Oh my god !!!! ah ah ah aowww!!!

[Verse One: Method Man]

Microphone checker, swinging sword lecture
closing down the sectar supreme neck protector
Bet I won em kid Mr. Metha warming pot
about to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV
but cheesy, Too many wanna be hard be easy, is all in together
going all not together it don't take much to please me
Still homes are never satisfy like the stones
we don't condome biting in the selling crossbones
protecting what am writing don't clash with the Titan
who blast with a licence to kill rap presitence
C'mon, in the zone with ya nigga from the Group Home
TICAL!!(Fuck your lifestyle!!) (Blew wind)...put your lights out
got the shit the cracking got you fienin with your pipes out
time for some action, surfing the avenue
mad at you, where I used to battle crews
back when Antoinette had that attitude
Cover me I'm going in, walls closing in
got us busting off these pistols
my niggas got issues...again, same song
armed with the mega bomb
Blow you out the frame and I'm gone.

[Verse Two: Redman]

I was going to Buck-we-romes, cellular phones
Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bone
don't condone Spent bank loans and homegrown
suckers break like Turbo
and Ozone, when I, grab the broom
moon-walk platoon hawk my goons spark
leave you in a blue lagoon lost (true)
three nines and a glove with masu di die in the car
right behind on the boss
Haters don't touch, weigh us both up
now my neighbor doped up
got the cable hooked up. All channels
lift my shirt all Mammal
you ship off keys and we ship Grand Pianos.
sawed off shotgun
hand on the pump, sipping on a forty
smoking on a blunt
bust my gun and Red and Meth getting jumped
La la la la, la la la la

yeah c'mon, Red and Meth getting jumped
La la la la, la la la la

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