Текст песни The Ride - Akua Naru
Who
- Who
- Who
wanna
ride
with
'Ku
Experience
rebirth
inside
the
womb
Hip-Hop
of
the
higher
truth
Only
the
minds
of
few
Aspire
to,
behold
what
the
fire
do
Musical
sniper,
who?
Murder
ya
track
like
I'm
hired
to
Cause
the
man
to
supply
ya
too
So
let
me
ride
with
you
I
break
terror
like
Al
Qaeda
crew
And
walk
smooth
like
I'm
ridin'
through
And
hypnotize
the
room
Some
macaroni
as
we
drivin'
to
I
turn
it
out
like
MacGeyver
do
Now
hear
the
sirens
boom
Rap
from
the
gutter
to
the
choir
pew
Leavin'
fermatas
feelin'
kinda
blue
I
got
the...
I
got
the...
I
got
the
jazz
like
the
Tribe
Called
crew
I
cross
covers
like
it's
'92
And
peep
the
science
doom
From
8-track
down
to
vinyl
too
My
sound
swoop
down
to
climb
with
you
I'm
from
the
line
that
you
-
Wack
MC's
step
aside
for
'Ku
I'm
passin'
fists
with
some
violent
views
I
switch
a
side
like
ooh
Keep
'em
on
...
like
Rose
Nylund
do
And
doo-doo
on
you
from
the
height
of
Zeus
Grind
your
hips
up
(Grind
'em,
Grind
'em)
(Grind
'em,
Grind
'em)
(Grind
'em
up)
Get
your
hands
up
(Get
'em,
Get
'em)
(Get
'em,
Get
'em)
And
just
ride
to
this
Grind
your
hips
up
(Grind
'em,
Grind
'em)
(Grind
'em,
Grind
'em)
(Grind
'em
up)
Get
your
hands
up
(Get
'em,
Get
'em)
(Get
'em,
Get
'em)
And
just
ride
to
this
Yo,
Dig
We
was
happenin'
since
Raj'
and
Re
runnin'
'em
Gunnin'
'em,
off
the
stage
revised
the
pun
again
Known
to
tip
the
bouncer
just
to
let
my
little
cousin
in
Old
tan
salons
- but
wait
- I
stay
sunnin'
'em
Stuntin'
with
my
estrogen
perfume
the
room
of
punishment
Hip-Hop
tourette
fits
a-fumblin'
and
mumblin'
I
shapeshift
and
take
the
form
of
Susan
Cunningham
Today
I'm
just
cool
- The
self-governin'
stop
frontin'
when
Non-profit
MC's
my
mental
state
fundin'
'em
When
I'm
alone,
I
outnumber
them
When
I'm
behind,
I'm
in
front
of
them
They
glorified
sufferin'
Breast-fed
the
track
But
they
won't
say
I
love
it
then
Property
values
rise
the
minute
'Ku
stumble
in
I
smack
springs
straight
'till
summer
in
While
your
cats
fall
for
winter
wonderland
Wonderin'
- why
we
were
strugglin'
to
construct
-
But
since
it's
up
again
Type
to
get
on
his
lap
- Bump
and
grind
it
up
again
Make
my
man
scream
"Oh
dear"
like
Mr.
Snuffleupagus
Got
heads
from
BK
to
Bangkok
bumpin'
this
Nympho
flow
- to
let
you
know
- who
you
fuckin'
with
I'm
the
reason
why
Kriss
Kross
was
jump-jumpin'
it
Make
hardcore
thugs
finger's
snap,
double-dutch
and
skip
Hustled
'em
- Yanked
a
MPC
chord
from
under
them
Save
the
gun
talk
for
NRA
- But
Charles
and
hustlin'
Keep
the
wack
rap
to
BET
discoverin'
We
be
the
hip-hop
behind
the
jungle
gym
I
- married
the
written
flick
by
Charles
Dutton
and
-
Hype
the
crowd
up,
and
leave
the
stage
like
George
Jefferson
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