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Utwór: Originate

  • wykonawca: The Beatnuts
  • wyświetleń: 860

[ VERSE 1: Large Professor ]
   It started off one '89 morning
   Prepared to bumrush this spot without warning
   Dufflebagged up, we was there to conduct
   Our bidness, clear it and never leave a eye witness
   Barry White triplets, I'm grabbin em
   Plus the Eddie Floyd Stax album in the back by the bathroom
   Knowin all this shit no one knows
   Way before radio played "Throw them bo's"
   We was out there gettin em
   Beats, plus spittin em
   Bars, I'm Large, about the streets, I'm hittin em
   Junkyard Psycho style
   Keep them chickens from back there because they might go wild
   Wants to get quick dose of this, try on ferocious
   Blow and pow like 4th of July explosives
   30 day notices gettin sent out
   To all you greaseball rappers, this is world renowned
  
   (I originate)
  
   [ VERSE 2: Psycho Les ]
   It's the originator
   (Who got the funk?) Not the imitator
   You just a french fry, I'm a hot potato
   Big Psych, the drunken operator
   Computer data broadcastin live from the buddha chamber
   Future Flavas, so turn it up
   Aiyo, that new Beatnuts shit is burnin up
   Charts across the global, my vocal's
   Like a yodel, Large Pro showed up
   With three plates of soul food
   Funk tracks, on point like thumb tacks
   It's the raw, baby, bangin out of drum pads
   Like oh, shorty asked me if I sniff blow
   I told her hell no, I just puff 'dro
   What's my muthafuckin name - Psycho
   Junkyard and my nigga Large Pro
   -fessor break it down like
  
   (I originate)
  
   [ VERSE 3: JuJu ]
   It's Big Ju, I come through with the final component
   Loaded and ready, just right for the moment
   Serve it up raw, uncut and quite potent
   Niggas still sleep with the do' and lights open
   Me I dig deep, real deep in the earth
   Find the right records, be freakin em first
   Some say it's an addiction, some say it's a curse
   I'm married to this beat shit for better or worse
   I hustle till the work is gone
   Go in the booth, get on the mic, go bezerk, it's on
   Then whip up the perfect song
   Cause really, if it ain't about the music then the shit's just wrong

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