Текст песни K.I.M. - EPMD
                                                Nah 
                                                nah 
                                                check 
                                                this 
                                                out 
                                                yo
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                grab 
                                                my 
                                                dick 
                                                spit 
                                                hit 
                                                the 
                                                blinkers 
                                                split
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                dutch 
                                                coronas 
                                                tokin 
                                                irons 
                                                without 
                                                permits
 
                                    
                                
                                                Repetoire 
                                                long 
                                                faced 
                                                murderer′s 
                                                the 
                                                shit
 
                                    
                                
                                                Black 
                                                bruce 
                                                willis 
                                                mix 
                                                tape 
                                                arsonist
 
                                    
                                
                                                Esquire 
                                                for 
                                                hire 
                                                with 
                                                total 
                                                rapid 
                                                fire
 
                                    
                                
                                                Supplier 
                                                to 
                                                any 
                                                tom 
                                                dick 
                                                jerry 
                                                maguire
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                chose 
                                                the 
                                                right 
                                                man 
                                                to 
                                                get 
                                                the 
                                                plan 
                                                executed
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                get 
                                                the 
                                                situation 
                                                happening 
                                                before 
                                                you 
                                                shoot 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                Flow 
                                                direct-or, 
                                                suprise 
                                                you 
                                                like 
                                                guess 
                                                what?
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                hotter 
                                                    i 
                                                spit 
                                                i'm 
                                                trippin 
                                                off 
                                                smoke 
                                                detectors
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                next 
                                                up 
                                                to 
                                                get 
                                                dressed 
                                                up, 
                                                    i 
                                                don′t 
                                                pop
 
                                    
                                
                                                Corks 
                                                    i 
                                                pop 
                                                new 
                                                york 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                dot 
                                                til 
                                                import
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                art 
                                                then 
                                                the 
                                                craft, 
                                                will 
                                                split 
                                                you 
                                                in 
                                                half
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                    a 
                                                hurricane 
                                                you 
                                                    a 
                                                miller 
                                                genuine 
                                                draft
 
                                    
                                
                                                While 
                                                you 
                                                push 
                                                    a 
                                                s-class 
                                                i'm 
                                                riding 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                giraffe
 
                                    
                                
                                                Uptown, 
                                                naked, 
                                                smoking 
                                                    a 
                                                bag 
                                                with 
                                                hash, 
                                                check 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                Shut 
                                                your 
                                                windows 
                                                and 
                                                lock 
                                                your 
                                                doors
 
                                    
                                
                                                Whores 
                                                scream 
                                                louder 
                                                than 
                                                berrymore 
                                                when 
                                                    i 
                                                pour
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                when 
                                                me 
                                                and 
                                                my 
                                                crew 
                                                walk 
                                                we 
                                                walk 
                                                on 
                                                all 
                                                fours
 
                                    
                                
                                                Atomic 
                                                dogs, 
                                                packed 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                black 
                                                yukon
 
                                    
                                
                                                John 
                                                blaze, 
                                                    i 
                                                keep 
                                                y′all 
                                                niggaz 
                                                rockin 
                                                for 
                                                days
 
                                    
                                
                                                Boriquas, 
                                                to 
                                                eses, 
                                                around 
                                                the 
                                                ways
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                own 
                                                mix 
                                                tape 
                                                dj, 
                                                    i 
                                                flex
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                don′t 
                                                have 
                                                    a 
                                                clue 
                                                when 
                                                i'm 
                                                doin 
                                                ya 
                                                who 
                                                is 
                                                he 
                                                    i 
                                                gets 
                                                busy, 
                                                word 
                                                up
 
                                    
                                
                                                Come 
                                                now 
                                                player 
                                                look 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                eyes 
                                                you 
                                                think 
                                                i′m 
                                                bluffin
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                five 
                                                year 
                                                span 
                                                turned 
                                                nuttin 
                                                into 
                                                somethin
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                don't 
                                                get 
                                                familiar, 
                                                your 
                                                whole 
                                                entourage 
                                                don′t 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                Feelin 
                                                ya, 
                                                behind 
                                                your 
                                                back 
                                                they 
                                                straight 
                                                killin 
                                                ya
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Who 
                                                am 
                                                i?) 
                                                the 
                                                ex-headbanger 
                                                bad 
                                                motherfucker
 
                                    
                                
                                                High 
                                                on 
                                                friday 
                                                with 
                                                chris 
                                                tucker
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                be 
                                                    a 
                                                headbanger 
                                                to 
                                                my 
                                                very 
                                                last 
                                                breath
 
                                    
                                
                                                Even 
                                                jermaine 
                                                dupri 
                                                think 
                                                i'm 
                                                sosodef
 
                                    
                                
                                                K.a., 
                                                shawn 
                                                mims, 
                                                    i 
                                                come 
                                                from 
                                                    a 
                                                long 
                                                line 
                                                of 
                                                geechies
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                didn′t 
                                                care, 
                                                blow 
                                                camp 
                                                lo 
                                                luchinis
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                transform 
                                                like 
                                                spawn, 
                                                takes 
                                                no 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                me 
                                                to 
                                                get 
                                                on, 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                break 
                                                of 
                                                dawn, 
                                                word
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pmd, 
                                                the 
                                                purple 
                                                heart 
                                                admiral
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blow 
                                                your 
                                                spot 
                                                and 
                                                left 
                                                shrapnel
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                escaped 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                benz 
                                                capsule
 
                                    
                                
                                                Harder 
                                                than 
                                                    a 
                                                nfl 
                                                tackle, 
                                                back 
                                                to 
                                                bite 
                                                the 
                                                big 
                                                apple
 
                                    
                                
                                                Southpaw, 
                                                raw 
                                                since 
                                                    i 
                                                was 
                                                    a 
                                                sophomore
 
                                    
                                
                                                Before 
                                                    i 
                                                met 
                                                jane 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                corridor
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                mentals, 
                                                rapper 
                                                slash 
                                                entrepeneur
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                more 
                                                action 
                                                than 
                                                roger 
                                                moore
 
                                    
                                
                                                Turn 
                                                your 
                                                cabbage 
                                                into 
                                                coleslaw, 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                four 
                                                four
 
                                    
                                
                                                Spray 
                                                windex 
                                                on 
                                                your 
                                                glass 
                                                jaw
 
                                    
                                
                                                Shatter 
                                                it, 
                                                fuckin 
                                                with 
                                                p, 
                                                is 
                                                hazardous
 
                                    
                                
                                                Iced 
                                                out 
                                                lazarus 
                                                started 
                                                and 
                                                manufactured 
                                                this
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                squad's 
                                                wild 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                manimals 
                                                on 
                                                geographic
 
                                    
                                
                                                Smash 
                                                you 
                                                bastards 
                                                on 
                                                some 
                                                crab 
                                                shit
 
                                    
                                
                                                Epmd's 
                                                the 
                                                group 
                                                the 
                                                squadron 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                click
 
                                    
                                
                                                Transmit, 
                                                lyrical 
                                                grit, 
                                                time 
                                                to 
                                                shift 
                                                cause 
                                                i′m
 
                                    
                                
                                                Keith 
                                                murray, 
                                                the 
                                                holder 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                boulder
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lyrical 
                                                analyst 
                                                mental 
                                                roller 
                                                coaster 
                                                flower
 
                                    
                                
                                                Money 
                                                folder, 
                                                track 
                                                blower, 
                                                mc 
                                                overthrower
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                flow 
                                                witcha 
                                                two 
                                                at 
                                                    a 
                                                time, 
                                                like 
                                                noah
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                goes 
                                                off 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                beat, 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                edge 
                                                of 
                                                reality
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                kick 
                                                rhymes 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                sleep, 
                                                and 
                                                battle 
                                                mortality
 
                                    
                                
                                                Finally, 
                                                every 
                                                dimension 
                                                know 
                                                keith
 
                                    
                                
                                                Y′all 
                                                egotistical 
                                                simple-minded 
                                                niggaz 
                                                is 
                                                pitiful 
                                                and 
                                                weak
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'll 
                                                give 
                                                you 
                                                    a 
                                                    g 
                                                    a 
                                                week 
                                                for 
                                                life, 
                                                if 
                                                you 
                                                can 
                                                defeat 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                kick 
                                                poetry 
                                                at 
                                                    a 
                                                high 
                                                rate 
                                                of 
                                                mortality
 
                                    
                                
                                                At 
                                                static, 
                                                lyrical 
                                                kraftmatic, 
                                                smokin
 
                                    
                                
                                                Barkin 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                dog, 
                                                breathin 
                                                like 
                                                an 
                                                asthmatic
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lyrical 
                                                sculpture 
                                                create 
                                                fly 
                                                rap 
                                                sculpture
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ninety-eight 
                                                headbanger 
                                                boy, 
                                                yeah 
                                                    i 
                                                told 
                                                ya
 
                                    
                                
                                                Total 
                                                chaos, 
                                                helter 
                                                skelter, 
                                                run 
                                                for 
                                                shelter
 
                                    
                                
                                                Here 
                                                comes 
                                                the 
                                                lyrical 
                                                brain 
                                                melter
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                be 
                                                maxin 
                                                and 
                                                relaxin, 
                                                attractin 
                                                action
 
                                    
                                
                                                Flippin 
                                                more 
                                                big 
                                                ol 
                                                words 
                                                than 
                                                jesse 
                                                jackson
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                shit 
                                                knock 
                                                don′t 
                                                it, 
                                                drive 
                                                you 
                                                crazy 
                                                if 
                                                you 
                                                loan 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                Man 
                                                    i 
                                                feel 
                                                for 
                                                my 
                                                opponents
 
                                    
                                
                                                (To 
                                                end)
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Intro
2 Richter Scale
3 Da Joint
4 Never Seen Before
5 Skit
6 Intrigued
7 Last Man Standing
8 Get Wit This
9 Do It Again
10 Apollo Interlude
11 You Gots 2 Chill '97
12 Put On
13 K.I.M.
14 K.I.M.
15 Dungeon Master
16 Jane 5
17 Never Seen Before (Remix)
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