paroles de chanson Gotta Have It - A+

Uhh, yeah yeah
Bout to set it off one time
For them cats that be buggin'
Ha, Clark Kent
What the deal?
Group Home, Parkside (What it is, what it is)
Wild Man, rest in peace Ant La, Blue La
Yo, yo, yo, yo

Yo, it's the A-P-L-U, let me tell you
I'm sicker than any nigga that's been admitted to Bellevue
The rhymes I was born to, a venom, my strongest strength
My pen is like a weapon when I hold it at arm's length
With key to all's consent
I represent over tracks from Clark Kent
With some supervision from Superman, I get stupid, man
You open off the verbal aerobics
I was in a Parkside state of mind when I wrote it
I'm the dopest, when it comes to this one
I'm invisible to your third eye
You need a fourth or a fifth one
Maybe even a sixth one
Keep a big infrared on the big gun
For pinpoint accuracy to hit one
Never miss, the professional specialist
Remember this, the name A-Plus is synonymous with excellence
Don't forget that, before I have to get the click clack
Give you a wet back
Believe me, it'll be a major setback

I gotta have it, it's automatic (Yeah)
So come clean and keep it real if you like the sound
I gotta have it, it's automatic (What?)
I gotta have it, it's automatic (Uh)
So come clean and keep it real if you like the sound
I gotta have it, it's automatic (Yo)
Take that, take that, take that, playboy

Ayo, I heard some kids puttin' my name in they childish rhymes
As if I ain't 'bout it 'bout it enough to handle mine
You little boys pushed me past the point of bein' annoyed
I'll destroy every rapper on the eastern seaboard
Just to get you, I take some steroids, turn into a werewolf
Jump in the ring and bite your goddamn ear off
If the combat is hand-to-hand, I bang a man
Goin' bananas, man, like an angry orangutan
Double my rhyme walk factor to talk factor
Manufacture the data, here on after for all rappers
Per capita, you get smashed with the speed of the comic book character
Flash Gordon with verbal form that's spectacular
Hear you in the back of the audience screamin'
Like you wanna enter this tournament
Come on, bring it on and prepare to get manslaughtered
With deadly force, and my style is causin' nausea
Like the scorpion poison

I gotta have it, it's automatic (Yeah)
So come clean and keep it real if you like the sound
I gotta have it, it's automatic (What?)
I gotta have it, it's automatic (What?)
So come clean and keep it real if you like the sound
I gotta have it, it's automatic (Yo)
Take that, take that, take that, A-Plus

A-Plus, I gotta be hip hop's youngest monstrosity
'Cause there isn't anyone under twenty-one that can rock me
You feelin' this, forty-eight track ventriloquist
The astrophysicist passin' out the class syllabus
Just imagine if I rip your crew into fragments
Destroy the evidence so nobody'll know what happened
Walkin' through the neighborhood full of dead men
Doin' headspins, pickin' 'em up like Redman
Lyrically modified to kick the hottest rhyme
At the drop of a dime, I limbo below the bottom line
Kickin' tight rhymes, send Method Man to another lifetime
Keep Erica all to myself 'cause I like dimes
Radiation from the bright shine meltin' MC's with hype lines
'Cause I'm very selfish with my mic time
When I recite mine, my rhymes explode like a pipe bomb
Nobody in they right or they left mind can test mine

I gotta have it, it's automatic (What?)
So come clean and keep it real if you like the sound
I gotta have it, it's automatic (What?)
I gotta have it, it's automatic (What?)
So come clean and keep it real if you like the sound
I gotta have it, it's automatic (Yo)
Take that, take that, take that, A-Plus
I gotta have it, it's automatic (Yeah)
So come clean and keep it real if you like the sound
I gotta have it, it's automatic (What?)
So come clean and keep it real if you like the sound
I gotta have it, it's automatic (Yo)
Take that, take that, take that, Clark Kent