paroles de chanson Observations - Masta Ace feat. Apocalypse
"I
observe
things
Observe
and
learn,
my
friend,
observe
and
learn..."
I
observe
(check
it)
Whats
ya
name?
(Whats
ya
name?)
The
Masta
(The
Masta,
check
it
out)
I
observe
(check
it)
Whats
my
name?
The
Masta,
Ace
Coming
through,
represent
I
observe...
Im
bout
to
teach
these
niggas
a
lesson
Cause
they
don't
know
who
they
be
testing
Sit
em
down,
make
em
sign
a
confession
Ask
em
a
question,
give
em
the
answer
They
still
guessin'
Who
the
boss
that
nail
MC's
To
the
cross
With
no
remorse
And
never
been
on
the
front
of
the
source
I
send
rappers
of
all
grades
Into
a
small
rage
on
stage
There's
no
such
thing
as
the
wrong
age
I
want
a
house
with
short
butlers
and
tall
maids
with
long
braids
I
can
rhyme
till
the
song
fades
Listen,
I
say
these
lyrics,
make
them
spread
like
rabies,
gotta
play
these
Rappers
like
newborn
babies
Young
cats
rapping
bout
a
Mercedes,
getting
cash
and
ladies
Lotta
old
cats,
still
in
the
80's
Or
someway
in
between,
I
gleam
and
ignite
the
whole
scene
Hip
Hops
lost,
or
so
it
seem
But
I
just
keep
the
faith
And
wait
to
set
it
off
like
strafe
These
niggas
weep,
like
the
first
to
the
eighth,
ey
yo
I
observe
(check
it)
Whats
ya
name?
(Whats
ya
name?)
The
Masta
(The
Masta,
check
it
out)
I
observe
(check
it)
Whats
my
name?
The
Masta,
Ace
Coming
through,
represent
I
observe...
I
run
these
streets
like
a
steeplechase
Gimme
some
space
Get
out
my
face
Stay
in
your
place
Look
at
them
followin'
These
drugs
scholars
tryina
holla
Cartier
watches
for
forty
dollars
I'm
a
swift
mover
I
maneuver
these
evil
streets
like
Krueger
To
show
these
cats,
that
I'm
a
cougar
Why
young
girls
who
I
pass
Shaking
they
ass
Instead
of
studying
for
that
Algebra
class
they
can't
pass
Its
hypocritic,
but
if
I
was
eighteen
And
they
was
with
it,
all
things
considered
I'd
try
to
hit
it
See,
raps
full
of
contradiction
Full
of
beef
and
friction
And
half
of
these
albums
out,
is
fiction
I
know
it
sounds
controversial
But
It
goes
for
everything
From
underground
to
the
most
commercial
Down
to
the
independents
that
sell
hundreds
Next
year,
I
turn
the
tables
like
twelve
hundreds
It's
funny
how
money
change
the
situation
Stagnation,
no
creation,
my
observation
(Yo)
I
observe
(check
it)
Whats
ya
name?
(Whats
ya
name?)
The
Masta
(The
Masta,
check
it
out)
I
observe
(check
it)
Whats
my
name?
The
Masta,
Ace
Coming
through,
represent
I
observe...
See,
I
don't
play
many
shades
of
Sheisty
Dirty
hearts
on
the
paper
chase
Relate
to
being
grimy
Since
my
life
genesis
I
had
nothing
but
bruise
memories
Whatever
reality
was
sending
me
Like
the
evils
got
plans
of
ending
me
Stuck
in
a
square
Hittin'
four
corners
many
times
Goin'
nowhere
People
half
moon,
wishing
for
light
Stressed
the
wrong,
going
way
left
So
fuck
right
As
long
as
I'm
ducking
at
gun
fights
I'll
be
alright
Streets
literate,
but
home
trin
Got
me
holdin'
my
head
Being
considerate
Living
off
the
laws
of
the
land,
survivin'
In
this
life
thing,
I
ride
shotgun
with
guard
driving
Spit
well
because
I'm
starving
So
pardon
Chasing
dough
like
forbidden
fruit
Rooted
in
the
Eden
Garden
Trying
not
to
get
bit
by
the
snake
You
know
the
game
Cats'll
keep
bending
you
till
you
break
So
watch
the
jig
I
observe
(check
it)
Whats
my
name?
(Whats
my
name?)
The
Masta,
Ace
coming
through,
represent
I
observe
(check
it)
Whats
my
name?
The
Masta,
represent...
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2 Saturday Night Live (LA Jay Remix)
3 Sittin On Chrome (Rockaway Mix)
4 Slaughtahouse (Murder Mix)
5 Jeep Ass Niguh (Dusted Mix)
6 Style Wars (Remix)
7 The INC Ride (No Ends Mix)
8 Observations
9 Maintain
10 Saturday Night Live (Horny Mix)
11 Sittin On Chrome (Pitkin Ave Mix)
12 Slaughtahouse (Death Mix)
13 Jeep Ass Niguh (Bizcapella)
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