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Endonesia

Chuck D

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Autobiography Of Mistachuck

Год

1995

Язык

en

Длительность

287130

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Chuck D
Endonesia

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Endonesia

Chuck D

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Yeah, feedback back for your bad ass, yeah

As you witness I’m surrounded by two more emcees outta my war council

My Rottweiler of Rhymes, B-Wyze a.k.a. Blast

Introducing my Doberman of Destruction, Lyrical Destroyer

Dow Jonz a.k.a. John Connor Of Moruturi

My war council comin' smashin' through battle zones of microphones

Whatever goes, whatever goes, whatever goes, whatever goes

Yo, my man, the rhymes I write, they be the illest

And I be fucking up careers like those of Arnold, Kimberly and Willis

You’ll take the penicillin, Run DMC & Jay say I be illin'

My crew ain’t juicy, I am not cold chillin'

I’m a super villain, I’d even room with Dr. Doom and we’d be killin'

I’d rip a bitch in London just for one shilling

I’m on your cable, Channel X, I’m causing strife

It make me wanna holler, son, the way they do my life, check it

Executives in suites eat dinner and discuss

How I can make more for us whenever I bust

I step forth from the jungle in fatigues, the everglades

Canteen full of liquor, I’m sitting on grenades

Little women squirming from the 12th down to 11th grades

When they peep me in the magazine

Upon they wall they stick the page

But you’re too young I’ll take you mom

And shacked from shells and bombs

Uncle Sam make brothers Uncle Toms in Vietnam

Battle two, so what you gonna do?

Skilla-skills, the land of Endonesia

Battle two, so what you gonna do?

Skilla-skills, the land of Endonesia

Rock 'em, rock, rock on, Endonesia

Rock 'em rock, rock on, Skilla-skillz

Rock 'em, rock, rock on, Endonesia

Rock 'em rock, rock on, Skilla-skillz

Yo, it’s A Low Down Dirty Shame

How I’m Surviving The Game to get the Glory

Son, this ain’t no West Side Story

Who’s The Man that started with the Boyz In Da Hood

And The Five Heartbeats, he would Shuffle Hollywood?

Could it be the King Of New York

Up in the lights from them days in Crooklyn

To them Harlem Nights?

In this New Jack City, I’m the man with the Juice

Meet me Uptown Saturday Night, Bustin' Loose

The Mack, The Black Caesar, and if She’s Gotta Have It

I’ma Do The Right Thing and please her

Her man got a death wish 'cause he wanna fight

But I hold a Lethal Weapon on Judgement Night

Yo bring it on, MC’s ain’t ready for the battle

My Posse will leave you Sleepless In Seattle

48 Hours of nothin' but Tales From The Hood

Gimme Dead Presidents, Fella, cause I’m Good

Battle zones, on and on

Skilla-skillz, Endonesia

Battle zones, on and on

Skilla-skillz, Endonesia

Rock 'em, rock, rock on, Endonesia

Rock 'em rock, rock on, Skilla-skillz

Rock 'em, rock, rock on, Endonesia

Rock 'em rock, rock on, Skilla-skillz

One more time

Yo this ahm, KSUF, K-S-U-F, period

And I am your only trackman

That like to think ???

been in my life, oh shit

Motherfuckers is so bitch, he brake it on

And aaah… I wanna hear Dow Jonz

Ey yo Chuck, Chuck

How you doin man?

You got your back off, and B-Wyze

So he straight shit on, man

C’mon, c’mon, c’mon

God damn, like the 85'ers eat the ham

I’ll eat up weak MC’s and that means shorty and his man

My name is Dow from the clique about to die

Others call me John Connor and perhaps I’ll tell the reason why

While Hiroshima blackens up the sky

I will lounge inside my shelter as you fry as you’re incinerated

I’ll come around again forget me not

I had to shine with darkness for a minute, that was hot, yo

Semen in a women from the men without hats

Get your life split up like some Kit-Kat's

I seem to be triple teamed by gang green who don’t listen

Blunts them must be hittin' truck emission

I stress the position at the top of the slop

Cracka’s be droppin' a lot like saltines out the box

I despise singin' songs in the low rider, duckin' cynics

Fuck 'em and those Johnny-come-critics

Rock on