Текст песни Falcon And The Snowman - Andre Nickatina & Equipto
                                                [Verse 
                                                1: 
                                                Equipto]
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                infect 
                                                the 
                                                whole 
                                                set 
                                                and 
                                                collect 
                                                the 
                                                cash
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I'm 
                                                gon' 
                                                run 
                                                game 
                                                but 
                                                respect 
                                                the 
                                                past
 
                                    
                                
                                                Got 
                                                long 
                                                range 
                                                ...(?) 
                                                into 
                                                small 
                                                change
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                kick 
                                                and 
                                                parlay
 
                                    
                                
                                                Exchangin' 
                                                back 
                                                to 
                                                back 
                                                rhymin'
 
                                    
                                
                                                Word 
                                                play 
                                                for 
                                                (?) 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                studio 
                                                timin'
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                can't 
                                                wait 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                hate 
                                                and 
                                                feedback
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                (?) 
                                                when 
                                                    I 
                                                break 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                weed 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                rap
 
                                    
                                
                                                [Verse 
                                                2: 
                                                Andre 
                                                Nickatina]
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                born 
                                                about 
                                                eight 
                                                miles 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                city 
                                                of 
                                                dope
 
                                    
                                
                                                Meanin' 
                                                my 
                                                city 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                city 
                                                of 
                                                dope
 
                                    
                                
                                                Weigh 
                                                the 
                                                coke, 
                                                Caddy 
                                                spokes, 
                                                you 
                                                couldn't 
                                                be 
                                                saved 
                                                by 
                                                John 
                                                the 
                                                Pope
 
                                    
                                
                                                Money 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                bible, 
                                                couldn't 
                                                care 
                                                about 
                                                    a 
                                                idol
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                you're 
                                                goin' 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                title 
                                                than 
                                                it's 
                                                kinda 
                                                suicidal
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cause 
                                                you're 
                                                gonna 
                                                have 
                                                    a 
                                                rival 
                                                that's 
                                                bustin' 
                                                at 
                                                your 
                                                door
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tryin' 
                                                to 
                                                put 
                                                bullet 
                                                holes 
                                                up 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                clothes!
 
                                    
                                
                                                [Verse 
                                                3: 
                                                Equipto]
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                hoe, 
                                                fa 
                                                sho 
                                                we 
                                                can 
                                                blow 
                                                some 
                                                mo'
 
                                    
                                
                                                While 
                                                labels 
                                                fall 
                                                short 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                ocean 
                                                flo' 
                                                (suckas)
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                get 
                                                pesky 
                                                (?) 
                                                like 
                                                Joe 
                                                Pesci's
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                drop 
                                                hefty 
                                                rhymes 
                                                on 
                                                all 
                                                MC's
 
                                    
                                
                                                Suckas 
                                                that 
                                                wanna 
                                                play 
                                                too 
                                                cute, 
                                                execute 
                                                the 
                                                play(?) 
                                                off 
                                                loose 
                                                    I 
                                                execute
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                site 
                                                you're 
                                                too 
                                                hype, 
                                                you 
                                                might 
                                                get 
                                                snatched
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                like 
                                                your 
                                                gold 
                                                chain 
                                                and 
                                                no 
                                                name 
                                                raps
 
                                    
                                
                                                [Verse 
                                                4: 
                                                Andre 
                                                Nickatina]
 
                                    
                                
                                                Homie 
                                                don't 
                                                ask 
                                                me 
                                                about 
                                                that 
                                                chick
 
                                    
                                
                                                Because 
                                                about 
                                                any 
                                                chick 
                                                    I 
                                                plead 
                                                the 
                                                fifth
 
                                    
                                
                                                Call 
                                                me 
                                                Saint 
                                                Nick 
                                                when 
                                                    I 
                                                spit 
                                                the 
                                                gift, 
                                                real 
                                                rap 
                                                cat 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                pirate 
                                                ship
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lock 
                                                and 
                                                chain 
                                                like 
                                                Sid 
                                                Vicious, 
                                                    I 
                                                done 
                                                used 
                                                my 
                                                three 
                                                wishes
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                it 
                                                come 
                                                to 
                                                swishers, 
                                                cut 
                                                the 
                                                heart
 
                                    
                                
                                                Listenin' 
                                                to 
                                                Al 
                                                Green 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                dark
 
                                    
                                
                                                Jumped 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                ride 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                leather 
                                                coat
 
                                    
                                
                                                Looked 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                rear 
                                                view, 
                                                who 
                                                pops 
                                                the 
                                                (?)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                when 
                                                    I 
                                                thought 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                saw 
                                                    a 
                                                ghost, 
                                                    I 
                                                realized 
                                                it 
                                                was 
                                                the 
                                                indo 
                                                smoke
 
                                    
                                
                                                [Verse 
                                                5: 
                                                Equipto]
 
                                    
                                
                                                ...(?)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                last 
                                                hope 
                                                is 
                                                shootin' 
                                                at 
                                                me 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                Pope
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                campaign 
                                                the 
                                                (?) 
                                                to 
                                                vote 
                                                is 
                                                unanimous
 
                                    
                                
                                                Smokin' 
                                                cannabis, 
                                                put 
                                                'em 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                camel 
                                                clutch(?)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                this, 
                                                can't 
                                                trip 
                                                when 
                                                    I 
                                                get 
                                                across
 
                                    
                                
                                                Set 
                                                it 
                                                off, 
                                                lay 
                                                'em 
                                                down 
                                                with 
                                                no 
                                                second 
                                                thoughts
 
                                    
                                
                                                Impulsin, 
                                                indo 
                                                indulgin, 
                                                keep 
                                                blowin, 
                                                Falcon 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                Snowman
 
                                    
                                
                                                [Verse 
                                                6: 
                                                Andre 
                                                Nickatina]
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tiga 
                                                my 
                                                raps, 
                                                are 
                                                just 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                diamond 
                                                heist
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cause 
                                                the 
                                                way 
                                                    I 
                                                shine 
                                                you 
                                                might 
                                                lose 
                                                your 
                                                sight
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                my 
                                                brand 
                                                new 
                                                Phat 
                                                Farm 
                                                vest, 
                                                new 
                                                kango 
                                                Polo, 
                                                no 
                                                less
 
                                    
                                
                                                Grab 
                                                the 
                                                cream, 
                                                get 
                                                your 
                                                team 
                                                who 
                                                ...(?)
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                ya 
                                                face, 
                                                cocksucka, 
                                                it's 
                                                    a 
                                                new 
                                                regime
 
                                    
                                
                                                You're 
                                                out 
                                                again 
                                                but 
                                                it 
                                                really 
                                                don't 
                                                matter
 
                                    
                                
                                                Had 
                                                it 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                new 
                                                improved 
                                                police 
                                                scanner
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hang 
                                                the 
                                                banners, 
                                                yo 
                                                cock 
                                                the 
                                                hammers
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                forever 
                                                in 
                                                life 
                                                you'll 
                                                wear 
                                                    a 
                                                Pamper
 
                                    
                                
                                                [Verse 
                                                7: 
                                                Equipto]
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                was 
                                                pivotal 
                                                when 
                                                you 
                                                (?) 
                                                pitiful 
                                                answers
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rhymes 
                                                are 
                                                avalanchin' 
                                                the 
                                                average 
                                                rapper
 
                                    
                                
                                                You're 
                                                sweatin, 
                                                then 
                                                goin' 
                                                all 
                                                out 
                                                representin'
 
                                    
                                
                                                You're 
                                                in 
                                                and 
                                                out 
                                                steppin' 
                                                like 
                                                3-5-7
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                kept 
                                                it 
                                                honest, 
                                                promise, 
                                                no 
                                                threatin'
 
                                    
                                
                                                You're 
                                                probably 
                                                (?), 
                                                if 
                                                not 
                                                forgettin'
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                stepped 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                house, 
                                                throwback 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                (?)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Excused 
                                                the 
                                                fool, 
                                                but 
                                                hold 
                                                back 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                hatin'
 
                                    
                                
                                                [Verse 
                                                8: 
                                                Andre 
                                                Nickatina]
 
                                    
                                
                                                Check 
                                                it 
                                                crack 
                                                the 
                                                bottle, 
                                                then 
                                                crack 
                                                the 
                                                whip
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yo 
                                                here 
                                                go 
                                                    a 
                                                slug 
                                                that'll 
                                                crack 
                                                ya 
                                                hip
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                like 
                                                an 
                                                angel, 
                                                but 
                                                at 
                                                an 
                                                angle
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                then 
                                                    I 
                                                start 
                                                to 
                                                talk 
                                                like 
                                                Marlon 
                                                Brando, 
                                                like 
                                                that
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blow 
                                                back 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                crocka 
                                                sack
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                the 
                                                Benz 
                                                dealer 
                                                that 
                                                the 
                                                Cadillac 
                                                is 
                                                back
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                had 
                                                to 
                                                turn 
                                                (?) 
                                                Moonshine 
                                                into 
                                                yak
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                then 
                                                the 
                                                ATF 
                                                wanna 
                                                come 
                                                raise 
                                                the 
                                                track
 
                                    
                                
                                                [Verse 
                                                9: 
                                                Equipto]
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                connive 
                                                with 
                                                more 
                                                drive 
                                                then 
                                                multiply 
                                                chedda
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                see 
                                                the 
                                                fortune 
                                                without 
                                                the 
                                                teller
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cut 
                                                back 
                                                the 
                                                raw 
                                                rap 
                                                and 
                                                release 
                                                the 
                                                classic
 
                                    
                                
                                                Suckas 
                                                that 
                                                jaw 
                                                jap 
                                                but 
                                                    I 
                                                look 
                                                past 
                                                'em
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                get 
                                                detailed 
                                                just 
                                                (?) 
                                                and 
                                                graphic
 
                                    
                                
                                                Practice 
                                                the 
                                                graph 
                                                'till 
                                                I'm 
                                                knowin' 
                                                it 
                                                backwards
 
                                    
                                
                                                Spit 
                                                it 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                passion, 
                                                ...(?)
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                    I 
                                                release 
                                                the 
                                                masters, 
                                                study 
                                                the 
                                                game
 
                                    
                                
                                                [Verse 
                                                10: 
                                                Andre 
                                                Nickatina]
 
                                    
                                
                                                Okay, 
                                                    I 
                                                hit 
                                                the 
                                                night 
                                                skies 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                ruby 
                                                red 
                                                eyes
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                streets 
                                                are 
                                                hurtin, 
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                hear 
                                                her 
                                                cries
 
                                    
                                
                                                Freaks 
                                                wear 
                                                shoes 
                                                that's 
                                                not 
                                                their 
                                                size
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                here 
                                                come 
                                                Nicky 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                felony 
                                                rhyme
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                melody 
                                                crime, 
                                                can 
                                                you 
                                                crack 
                                                the 
                                                case?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                    a 
                                                bat 
                                                outta 
                                                hell 
                                                as 
                                                    I 
                                                start 
                                                to 
                                                race
 
                                    
                                
                                                Scars 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                face, 
                                                dictate 
                                                the 
                                                hate
 
                                    
                                
                                                Get 
                                                    a 
                                                scale 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                rhyme 
                                                when 
                                                    I 
                                                push 
                                                the 
                                                weight
 
                                    
                                
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6 Rise And Fall Of A Rap Cat
7 Pick-cha
8 Dice Of Life - The Battle
9 Soul of a Coke Dealer
10 The God And The Stripper
11 Summer In Florida
12 Fist Full Of Dollars "Green Eyes"
13 Train With No Love
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15 Show Gone Wrong
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