Comin' For Datazz

アーティストGang Starr
作詞Keith Elam, Chris Martin
作曲Keith Elam, Chris Martin
I get the chicks with the nice round harnies
Play up all like a whore
Play a sucker like slime
Try me
And you'll descend into your hand
Never thought it could be you
Well think again my friend
My pen illuminates
And dooms the fakes you assume to break
They're strawberry like shortcake
I'm in ass with tims all day
You couldn't tarnish my rep
So you crept away
just be having me a good son
Or else I'm bringing the noise
Cause most them sees the
Bums you used to chill in Roxbury
Now coming out of Brooklyn
Them niggers I asked
You all get tooking
Or taking
And that's work to all rude words you're making
I swing bitch
Yes I'm cranking
Just like an alpine
My deadly rhymes
Making new
Pump to put some lead in your crew
My hollow point shots
Cause your weak shallow points
Not hitting
Shouldn't be rough from the beginning
But since you're bluffing with a tape that's trash
Tell your peeps
That we comin for their ass

Who's that lurking in the dark with the hoodie strap
Puffing on the liz
Better mediate, black
I ain't impressed
Cause the rest, they're fezz
Sometimes I want to flip
Pop a hole in their chest
But I lay back
As I prepare for the payback
And drop the nasty rhymes
With the mad crew from way back
I stay back, I watch
The whole job you botched
Couldn't maintain
It's like your brain just stopped
But the gang is on the prowl kid
Like panther
Paint a logo with your blood
So you niggers remember
The chain in the stop
Is to cool, is never typical
The average rap crew
Ain't even equipped to go
Head up, I'm dead up
You ducks can never fly
Faking jacks
Be comin for their ass

I have some hard headed punks I want to see
Jealous of a nigger just because he's on TV
You know the lady of the shows you been watching
Come up and request that you could see her more often
Poppa's son sheds more light than a nova
This nigger's a soldier, yo this war ain't over
And ain't no stopping like a fattening whitehead
Your mike, your dead, fucking around like you do
But through the knowledge that's available
Before you jump style again and your punk friends fail you
If you're gonna die, set your brain for a minute
But not your teeny ass and all that's in it
Nothing, that's how long you been fronting
I figured by now you'd a come up with something
But you're still the same snake with my name on your mike
Want to know what I'm doing, want to know why I shot?
Cause I'm the rebirth, so now you got to see me first
I kick more fags than paper bags for research
My knees hurt
Next you feel a knuckle in the huge pussy look on your face
Because the sucker inside of yer
Because I checked the way you ride in a Jensen
Better sing more than a hymn son
Never sustain, cause you're paying for my wisdom
Never be able to touch Gang Starr
True indeed, I believe in taking my word far
Across the seas and deserts, through the trees and grass
And if you ain't up on it, I'll be comin for your ass


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