Name: Chains
Duration: 2 min 43 s
Description: Слушайте песню Chains - Masta Killa, Killah Priest, R.A. the Rugged Man онлайн с альбома Masta Killa Presents: The Next Chamber в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 2:43. Год выхода - 2010

Masta Killa Presents: The Next Chamber

Masta Killa

Rhyme Time Freestyle

GZA/Genius

Prodigal Sunn

Unstoppable Threats

Scram

Just A Thought

Money Comes First

Fam Members Only

Brain

Timbo King

Armoured Truck

Inspectah Deck

U-God

Always NY

Ol’ Dirty Bastard

Black Mamba

Noodles Pt. 2

Raekwon

Pete Rock

The PJs

Killah Priest

R.A. the Rugged Man

Chains

Hip-Hop

Let it flow, deh-deh-duh (yeah) it's on (beh-deh-deh-deh)

End up, up, up, in chains, chains, chains

Back in '88, son was gettin' a little paper

Caught a few stings, rocked the phat rope cables

Pushed the white Mercury Sable, known for holdin' heat

Pharaoh garmer marks on his feet, serpents whisper

You can smell the deceit, they greet me like peeps, to blend

And try to befriend, to get up, underneath the skin

My long wind'll blow ya head piece degrees

Murder One Team, Barcelini Noodle had lean

This is how I'm servin' them, no need for medic attention

I just murder them, murder them... pussy, I just murder them

I'm a hoof flat top rule, in eighty niner

They say Rugged, by now, you should of at least blown

It's funny, I'm mad famous for being unknown

I'm just a dirty motherfucker, they hate my guts

All I talk about is bitches, and bustin' nuts

Yeah, I got a foul mouth, yeah, I cuss too much

I'm just so Ricky Ricardo, ri-di-see you-lous

And I ain't got no fly whip, I still ride the bus

I got Mitch Blood Green on the scene with us

Hospitable, hitable, cooler, than Jacob who criminal

Miracle, lyrical, take every syllable literal

Little riddle, profitable, visible, iritibal

Little brittle, pitiful, for so through little, you tickle, you typical

It's hard for you to admit it, but I'm one of the best in it

My mind is haunted, filled with the extension of slaves that's torment

Slow down my steps, one foot from the grave to con it

Our young black males, they lick pon gate

Son of the morning, roasted souls, tell Minister "come pray"

It's gun trade inside of smokey apartments

Flow process, one nine, two tech, four revolvers

Coke overballing kettels, it's like we struck oil in the ghetto's

He practice, he's like a search backwards

Til they throw that dirt in our casket, and that's it

I live where the fiends are nothin', just a scene of the projects, similar to

An old man, at the top of the stairs, he just stare

'Cause his mind ain't there, victim of the war

He drop the jewels, til you buy him a beer

He said he was a linebacker for the Bears

Said he did it all back, while he's dryin' his tear

That music from the '80's, the child's of the '70's

Слушайте песню Chains - Masta Killa, Killah Priest, R.A. the Rugged Man онлайн с альбома Masta Killa Presents: The Next Chamber в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 2:43. Год выхода - 2010

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