paroles de chanson Slam - Onyx

Slam! Duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh
Let the boys be boys!
Slam! Duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh
Make noise b-boys!

Well, it's another one (what!)
In the gutter, one (what!)
Ghetto runnin' 'em
Troublesome, extra double-double, I come to beat 'em
Defeat 'em and mistreat 'em
So what if that I'm cheating
Now everybody wanna sound grimey
I'ma show you how, come on (all and together now!)
Yeah, oh yeah!
Yeah!
That's how we gotta be

So stop trying to be loud as me 'cause you can't do that
Think about it, playin' Russian roulette with an automatic
I bet my ass against the line the last bullets first online
Stab and step and repping and run, packin' a weapon it's wild
Peace to the brothers on Rikers isle
Tough enough and trembling, blend in like a chameleon
Buck, bye tough guy, oh my god I'm so high
'Cause they say I rhyme, they say I look like a gremlin
But what does it take to make a kid
Make a million children, slam! Slam!

Slam! Duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh
Let the boys be boys!
Slam! Duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh
Make noise b-boys!
Slam! Duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh
Let the boys be boys!
Slam! Duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh
Make noise b-boys!

I'm the nitty, nasty, gritty smashing, never slow gassing (ooh)
Strictly swift blast of the raspy-rasp fashion
Then I provide, I abide the USG
Besides the ghetto vibe
Make me feel like Jekyll and Hyde (of course)
I come across with the pure
For sure!
Unadulterated uncut raw
Disgusted, busted, you wanna touch it, too hot

You forgot, you're not ready
Your head could get ruptured
Hit between the eyes, I plan to vandalize
I supply the static
I run with the bad guys
The villians (juu), crooks (uuu), highlighters and the fighters
See the big black picture if you look inside of my mind
It's graphic, expressed it drastic
So kill the copycat act kid, it's all mastered
Directed it, when y'all least expected it
And thought it was safe, onyx hit you in the face so

Slam! Duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh
Let the boys be boys!
Slam! Duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh
Make noise b-boys!
Slam! Duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh
Let the boys be boys!
Slam! Duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh
Make noise b-boys!

I'm a b-boy
Standin' in my b-boy stance
Hurry up and give me the microphone before I bust in my pants
The mad author of anguish
My language, polluted
Onyx is heavyweight (and still undisputed!)
You took the words right out my mouth now walk a mile in my shoes
I paid so many dues, I feel used and abused
And I'm, so confused
Uhm, excuse me, for example
I'm the inspiration, for a whole generation
And unless you got ten sticky fingers
It's an imitation
A figment, of your imagination
Bu-bu-bu-but wait it gets worse!
I'm not watered down, so I'm dyin' of thirst
Comin' through wit' a scam, foolproof plan
B-boys make some noise, and just, just slam!

Slam! Duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh
Make noise b-boys!
Slam! Duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh
Let the boys be boys!
Slam! Duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh
Make noise b-boys!
Slam! Duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh
Make noise b-boys!
Slam! Duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh
Let the boys be boys!

Slam! Duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh
Let the boys be boys!
Slam! Duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh
Make noise b-boys!
Slam! Duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh
Let the boys be boys!
Slam! Duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh
Make noise b-boys!
Slam!