The Loyalists Sunday School текст песни, слова песни Sunday School The Loyalists
The Loyalists - Sunday School
I'll elaborate, shoes didn't have a lace
When I gravitate, Benny used to fascinate
I sat amazed, brain movin' at a faster pace
This match was made before I learned to scratch the plate
I'm into Rakim, Big Daddy Kane and Masta Ace
Chuck D, Kool G. Rap just to name some greats
I was always
Wait a minute. Bring it back.
Sometimes I'd rather stay back when they used to activate
I'll elaborate, shoes didn't have a lace
When I gravitate, Benny used to fascinate
I sat amazed, brain movin' at a faster pace
This match was made before I learned to scratch the plate
I'm into Rakim, Big Daddy Kane and Masta Ace
Chuck D, Kool G. Rap just to name some greats
I was always quotin' the lines that would decapitate
The world had to make place so I'd have a space
Born the year after Kurtis Blow dropped "The Breaks"
This was at the time when Blodie's "Rapture" came to pave
Treacherous Three and Busy B at your face
The classic taste
Spoonie G and Flash with crates
It's been two years of complains, raps a waste
It won't last
And it'll just evaporate
While I'm I'll at the age of spittin' that Patty Cake
Till it was Soul Train every single Saturday
People said, "From the street, you won't never graduate."
They comin' from the bad terrain you scatterbrain
We sorry and ashamed to even exaggerate
These crabs remain to advocate
When the crowd gathers late
I don't play like the Cabaret
They gravitate
Tours full capacity
I crash the stage and no one can evacuate
But rap today is still in the stage of masquerade
To me it's clear as a screen at a matinee
They tell me, "That's okay.
Bury the hatchet frame."
While I sat and prayed I wasn't such a castaway
Naturally, if you really want to clash with J it's tragedy
No longer can procrastinate
These rattlesnakes happily are after me
But I practiced labor skills to catch my prey
You fabricate, I'm no Saint as Latter Day
But apathy is just something to congratulate
And that's my case
So rapidly latch your gates
Evaporate over beats that'll bash your face
And gradually I watch rap dilapidate
So many fake ass tracks made [?]
A lack in faith when raps such a massive state
Mad patch of brave cats and causalities
But I'm gonna tackle states
Make it their last parade
They have to pay for decayin' the anatomy
Of hip hop
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