Текст песни Fake MC's - Killah Priest
They
got
a
problem
now
KnowI'msayin?
Too
many
corny
rappers...
KnowI'msayin?
Pretenders,
knowI'msayin?
{2X
Theres
too
many
phony
MC's
out
there
this
year
Ya
best
to
beware
I've
burnt
thousands
already
So
get
ready,
lyrics
are
deadly
Niggaz
keep
frontin,
ain't
saying
nuthin
Killah
Priest
remains
calm,
yet
carry
on
Go
ahead
sing
your
song,
claim
you
have
the
dons
Rap
superstars
look
cute
with
your
cigars
Bitches
like
that,
where
your
mics
at
Bite
me
I
bite
back,
plus
I
break
backs
Fuck
you,
you
can
sue
me,
from
yours
truly
When
niggaz
sound
booty
Theres
too
many
rappers
in
the
east
wanna
be
gangsters
Too
many
gangsters
in
the
west
wanna
be
rappers
Bunch
of
actors,
I
ought
to
smack
ya,
who's
your
master
Sit
down
take
a
lesson,
stop
guessin
For
years
I
had,
show
your
mad
face
And
only
showed
bad
taste
Runnin
around
like
your
delirious
Foamin
from
the
mouth
like
you're
furious
I'd
rather
be
serious,
it
keeps
the
audience
curious
These
fantasies
is
nothin
but
your
fantasies
It
might
cause
casualties
Hollywood
is
not
your
neighborhood
And
if
it
is,
give
the
mic
to
Nappy
Woods
And
y'all
can
be
all
to
be
the
wizard
The
wonderful
Wizard
of
Oz,
which
are
the
A
& R's
And
you
a
Toto
doing
promos,
along
with
the
scarecrow
You
receive
no
dough
{2X
I
lay
in
the
cut,
like
a
rock
star
Looking
at
ya
ca
ca,
cuz
your
music
sound
lop-side
They
sound
tounge
tied,
butch
of
young
guys,
have
'em
hung
high
Watched
his
lungs
fry,
from
the
sunshine
Which
is
one
rhyme
generating
from
the
mind
Killah
Priest
now
late,
I
terminate
Burn
and
break,
and
intimidate
I
come
cold
as
when
the
winter
break
I
put
it
into
snakes,
pretenders
and
fakes
Shake,
like
the
earthquakes,
I
judge
wisely
Between
two
pillars
of
poison
ivy
For
those
that
despise
me,
attach
'em
to
the
I.V.
Your
pops
should've
bust
you
on
the
couch
Or
sent
you
down
the
mouth
Next
time
where
a
condom,
when
I
step
upon
them
I
make
emcees
memories,
whenever
theres
a
symphony
I
look
sinfully,
been
doing
this
for
centuries
I
write
shit
sick
as
Shakespeare
tripping
off
of
acid
Rolling
you
like
John
The
Baptist
with
the
rusty
hatchet
I
preach
the
word
of
God
before
I
murder
y'all
Swear
I
never
heard
of
y'all
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1 Intro
2 One Step
3 Blessed Are Those
4 From Then Till Now
5 Fake MC's
6 It's Over
7 Crusaids
8 Tai Chi
9 Heavy Mental
10 If You Don’t Know
11 If You Don't Know
12 High Explosives
13 Wisdom
14 B.I.B.L.E.
15 Mystic City
16 Information
17 Science Project
18 Almost There
19 The Professional
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