Текст песни Freestyle Part 1 - DJ Green Lantern

Fucker
Yeah
Oh shit, it's the evil genius
Green lantern
Yeah
Ayo, Em
Ha ha
What we call this shit right here?
The Invasion!
You have Part One, you got Part Two
Now it's
Part three!
The final chapter, motherfuckers!
Armageddon! Let's go!

I got a riddle: what's little and talks big
With midget arms and creamy white fillin' in the middle
That will do anything to throw dirt on my name
If it means walkin' the whole Mediterranean
Is he an Albanian, Armenian, Iranian, Tasmanian? No!
His name's Raymond and, oh, so sorry, yo, Osorio
But that was a long time ago when I was just Joe Shmoe
Rappin' in Joe Blows basement, I apologized for it befo', so
Either accept it or you don't and let's move on
If I've shown that I've grown and get the bone
Keep lickin' these nuts you industry mutts
Keep walkin' around sniffin' each other's butts
Or should I say asses
What would be the more politically correct term to use for the masses
Hold on, hold on, hold p
New York city man
It's the kid Lloyd Banks
And if you hearin' what I'm hearin' right now
You know this ain't no regular shit homie
This somethin' special, and we gotta bring this back
Green, come on
Countdown to Armaggedon! Let's go!

I got a riddle what's little and talks big
With midget arms and creamy white fillin' in the middle
That will do anything to throw dirt on my name
If it means walkin' the whole Mediterranean
Is he an Albanian, Armenian, Iranian, Tasmanian? No!
It's Dave Raymond and oh, so sorry yo, Osorio
But that was a long time ago when I was just Joe Shmoe
Rappin' in Joe Blows basement, I apologized for it befo', so
Either accept it or you don't and let's move on
If I've shown that I've grown and get the bone
Keep lickin' these nuts you industry mutts
Keep walkin' around sniffin' each other's butts
Or should I say asses
What would be the more politically correct term to use for the masses

The question I ask is: how can I explain this?
How can I swing this in English language
If I switch to slang and turn man to mayn
Do I do it in vain or simply to entertain?
Am I being real or am I being fake?
Am I just a fraud or am I truly genuine?
Or am I caught up in this hot water? Wody on my daughter
I told ya I love this culture, don't let em' insult ya
I'ma tell ya one more time,
This is the environment that I was brought up in
But every now and then I use my pen to get rid of some frustration
Or should I say shun?
Is it just another one of my subliminal ways of racism, huh?
Your face is numb, you're stunned, your look is cold
Like that of a man of seventy-some-years-old
And it only gets colder, which Is why I understand
And can't be mad at a forty-four-year-old fan
With a chip on his shoulder, who only owns a half of a magazine
And the only way to have it seen is to put me on the front of it again
Only thing that makes him grin is to see me frown
Papa can't stand me,
Papa needs to take his medication and sit the fuck down
In his new chair that goes round and round
That he bought from new money in his bank account
That I get him every issue when the thang comes out
Sit back, and let his puffy clown hair come out
And let his black side arm wrestle his white side
Yell "Apartheid" loud enough that he might slide
He might find someone dumb enough who might ride
But ain't nobody over here buyin'
Two white guys disguised as pro-black
There is no slack
Far heart for college grad in a fitted hat and a hunch back
Standin' by the clearance coat rack
In some old slacks and tomorrows old throw backs
Yeah

Shady in the place to be seen
And I got what it takes to rock the mic, aight!
Still not gonna cater these punks
Fuckin' cocksuckin' pussy lips haters dicks cunts!