Текст песни Suntoucher - Groove Armada
'Bout
to
drop
this
right
now
for
You,
the
original
sun-toucher
Lettin'
You
know,
what's
up,
goes
like
this
We're
about
to
put
it
on
You
right
here
right
now,
let
You
know,
how
it
goes
down
And
this
is,
this
is
what
it
is
It's
the
urban
organic
mic
mechanic
Super-human
MC
powers
help
me
fly
around
the
planet
Touch
the
microphone
device,
whole
countries
get
frantic
Saving
damsels
in
distress
so
young
girls
don't
panic
Putting
MCs
under
pressure
till
they
crack
like
ceramic
Always
thought
they
could
flow
but
sink
like
the
Titanic
Rhymes
rip
through
your
skull
like
icebergs
through
the
hull
Survive
the
impact
and
arctic
cold
freezes
your
soul
Create
a
new
style,
then
break
the
mold
Compositions
are
controlled
and
liable
to
explode
Like
land
mines,
my
crew
blows
through
like
wind
chimes
Make
it
hot
like
fire,
200
proof
like
Moonshine
Risky,
playing
yourself
is
risky
And
the
flows
mad
jazzy
like
Dizzy
Gillespie
And
the
sound
be
harmonious
and
deadly
Like
a
harpy,
call
me
the
big
one
like
Wayne
Gretzky
No
man
can
test
me,
so
why
try?
Focus
like
a
samurai,
stronger
than
a
Maitai
Or
a
Tsunama,
I
mean
Tsunami
I
rock
it
from
MTV,
to
the
BBC
Radioactive
waves
short
out
your
TV
Aliens
check
it
for
me
in
the
next
galaxy
Put
it
in
a
time
capsule
till
the
next
century
In
a
black
out
use
it
for
electricity
Danger,
high
voltage,
don't
feed
me
their
daily
dosage
I
break
it
down
mathematically,
99.9
is
the
percentage
Like
closing
fine
wine
the
rhymes
are
vintage
And
the
universal
will
gives
me
strength
like
spinach
With
dinage,
I
eat
it
like
a
tofu
sandwich
With
cabbage,
I
ask
your
girl,
she
knows
that
I'm
not
the
average
Nigga,
who
claims
to
pull
the
trigga'
Reality's
the
root
of
the
rhymes
that
I
configure
Phony,
Baloney,
swear
like
Don
Corleone
But
when
shit
hit
the
fan
they
start
crying
like
Pretty
Tony
Tender
like
Roni
but
wish
to
be
bad
like
Bobby
Been
there,
done
that,
smashed
up,
rockin'
rhymes
is
my
hobby
You're
probably
like,
what's
he
on
'Cause
I
rock
it
from
the
start,
till
the
beat
is
gone
Not
in
the
mafia
but
I'm
the
microphone
Don
And
the
words
that
I
shoot
out
my
mouth
are
Teflon
Jeru
never
touch
ya,
microphone
wrecka'
Meet
out
in
the
stretcha',
step
up
in
my
center
Try
to
match
wits
but
the
mental
will
crush
ya
Jeru
the
Damaja,
the
sun-toucher
Peace
Yeah,
this
is
it
right
here,
how
we'
flowin'
down
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