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Darkside
- wykonawca: Crazy Town
- album: Gift Of Game
Now we push rhymes, crazy rhymes,/ Words forced fed to your mind trace the source brother, brother /face the music, don't confuse it for another/nothing comes close to this/ Kiss the sky. These grands change hands as our fans multiply we push rhymes/ people gather round when we kick them go boy, Shifty stick em/ ha ha ha stick em/ Burning bridges , smoking ism,/ Losing my religion/shooting the breeze, we got these MC's ass kissing/ If you can't take the heat get your ass out the kitchen/ I freak it off the wall crammin,' slammin', points of view into your fucking skull bitch/That's why we stick em.
Chorus: Stick em ha ha ha stick em/ha stick em, ha ha ha/ stick em, ha, ha, ha stick em/ stick em stick em stick em/stick em ha ha ha stick em/ha stick em, ha ha ha stick em.
Well I tapped you on the spinal with an anesthetic/ epic is the definition written into grooves of vinyl/ it's called survival, when I drop the stylish into friction/tectonic traits drifting like the plates/ it shakes like the quakes in Cali/ the mystic maharaji/ mission of the kamikoze come back kid/producer supper status/ I'm here to claim my rein as the baddest beat peddler/so place your bet middler/ the rough is a blaze and yo, were smoking out the fiddler/we're sippin on a hundred proof liquor welcome to the dooms day dawning./hot like the sun/no time to relax we pack the dooms day gun.
Chorus
Call me a drifter, richer when I hit you with the stick em/ I'm talking shit/ the pit starter a wanted man /The one who cuffed your daughter to my bed stand and I talk a lot of shit because I know a lot of shit/ I know, I said I'd quit but I just want another hit/it's madness pimpin like Gladys/ The baddest/ maintainer status/ that is no question/releasing tension as we step into the seventh dimension/this jabber jaw's jaws are slapping/ we's what's happening/ the bones are breaking/and fingers snapping/ the pressure is on with non stop action/whether banging your head or steady maxing.
Chorus
- album: Gift Of Game
Now we push rhymes, crazy rhymes,/ Words forced fed to your mind trace the source brother, brother /face the music, don't confuse it for another/nothing comes close to this/ Kiss the sky. These grands change hands as our fans multiply we push rhymes/ people gather round when we kick them go boy, Shifty stick em/ ha ha ha stick em/ Burning bridges , smoking ism,/ Losing my religion/shooting the breeze, we got these MC's ass kissing/ If you can't take the heat get your ass out the kitchen/ I freak it off the wall crammin,' slammin', points of view into your fucking skull bitch/That's why we stick em.
Chorus: Stick em ha ha ha stick em/ha stick em, ha ha ha/ stick em, ha, ha, ha stick em/ stick em stick em stick em/stick em ha ha ha stick em/ha stick em, ha ha ha stick em.
Well I tapped you on the spinal with an anesthetic/ epic is the definition written into grooves of vinyl/ it's called survival, when I drop the stylish into friction/tectonic traits drifting like the plates/ it shakes like the quakes in Cali/ the mystic maharaji/ mission of the kamikoze come back kid/producer supper status/ I'm here to claim my rein as the baddest beat peddler/so place your bet middler/ the rough is a blaze and yo, were smoking out the fiddler/we're sippin on a hundred proof liquor welcome to the dooms day dawning./hot like the sun/no time to relax we pack the dooms day gun.
Chorus
Call me a drifter, richer when I hit you with the stick em/ I'm talking shit/ the pit starter a wanted man /The one who cuffed your daughter to my bed stand and I talk a lot of shit because I know a lot of shit/ I know, I said I'd quit but I just want another hit/it's madness pimpin like Gladys/ The baddest/ maintainer status/ that is no question/releasing tension as we step into the seventh dimension/this jabber jaw's jaws are slapping/ we's what's happening/ the bones are breaking/and fingers snapping/ the pressure is on with non stop action/whether banging your head or steady maxing.
Chorus