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Мова пісні: Англійська
No Nonsense |
| Cease and seckle that nonsense |
| Cease and seckle that nonsense kid |
| Cease and seckle that nonsense |
| Cease and seckle that nonsense kid |
| I write rhymes, take it like catch my flight and carry-on |
| I drop bombs like your moms when she blowin up the spot |
| Damn why not? I get hot hot like fire |
| Slick like Shaft, nah me think about me retirin |
| I get deep, niggaz ain’t tryin to sleep |
| SO PEEP IT OUT |
| Suckers, just don’t get the picture |
| We’ll hit you up quick, and the crew is nuff sick |
| So stick to, stick to the point pass the blunt |
| cause chumps are ridin on the joint |
| Murderers they come in all shapes and sizes |
| Evil fools meet doom, as my crime booms loudest |
| How’s this, for wreckin shop, cause you should stop |
| Cease and seckle that nonsense |
| Cease and seckle that nonsense kid |
| Cease and seckle that nonsense |
| Cease and seckle that nonsense kid |
| I liberate your mind and what you find I climb inside |
| The bare facts is what’s attractin you to nap me Still plays like loops salute my troops of course I blow my horn |
| What you find is I’m blind to the fact I don’t |
| search or bluff so boy you’re BEST TO STEP BACK |
| Observe nerd, word is bond we are notorious |
| Got some suckers wishin that I wasn’t so serious |
| You can front for a while, like you ain’t with it though |
| But I’m deckin chumps quick, as if I was Riddick Bowe |
| From Brooklyn and peace to L.A., time to slay |
| Cause the weak-minded can’t find it Cease and seckle that nonsense kid |
| Cease and seckle that nonsense |
| Cease and seckle that nonsense kid |
| Cease and seckle that nonsense |
| What kid? You’re buggin; I think you need to taste real skill |
| Now you feel ill, and next is Nef’s dirll |
| In God I trust, I’m kickin up nuff dust so scream oh scream if you feel like screamin |
| Villains have no soul, you tamper with my seed to discover the truths of my inside’s black born |
| The, shit you kickin, I’m flippin cause you blow my mind |
| (AIYYO!) Still standin, demandin and consume my time |
| I can’t explain the stain on yo’brain |
| Why don’t you rattle your slave chain, take it to the shotgun range |
| My voice gets wet, so put me back up on the set |
| Check the script, cause kid you need to quit |
| Cease and seckle that nonsense kid |
| Cease and seckle that nonsense |
| Cease and seckle that nonsense kid |
| Cease and seckle that nonsense |
| Cease and seckle that nonsense kid |
| Cease and seckle that nonsense |
| Cease and seckle that nonsense kid |
| Cease and seckle that nonsense |
| In, ninety-three, that’s how it’s gonna be (*repeat 4X*) |
| Hmm, yeah |
| I wanna give a shout out to the Zulu Nation |
| (The Zulu Nation) The Zulu Nation |
| My homegirl Lyte and all those that paved the way |
| Oh what more can I say? |
| I, still dig through the rubble for that nigga named Trouble |
| But, I guess that’s how it goes |
| And my, peoples in L.A. (yeahhh) |
| Uhh, the folks in L.A. (Brooklyn) |
| Brooklyn’s in the house (yeahhh) |
| I said Brooklyn’s in the house |
| Peace out y’all, and check it out |
| Stop the nonsense |