Текст песни Glam Rap (feat. Prince Po of Organized Konfusion) - Mars Ill

[ManCHILD]
Yes, this is glam rap central
Calling hair band hip-hop with anthrax potential
The pencil-pushers and number crunchers teamed up
Poison the water and managed to keep it clean-cut
Night, quiet, riot, an up-roar
Twisted our sisters, like why they look like us for utilize a vast amount of hairspray
To trick the programmers for ad spaces and air play
I dare say your jewels are all rented
To worn a gimmik with very specific limits
A night ranger whose looking for a place to land
Your motley crew is full of dudes who couldn't make the band
Candy rappers pull out their L.A. guns
And funds disappear when their carers is all done
With judas priest, you pack arenas and big shows
Midnight cinderella, we leaving you here on skid row

Glam rap
It's made for the clubs where they don't know the truth, but they making it up
Glam rap
It glitters and it shines, but it don't reflect for me and mine (me and mine)
Glam rap
We gonna burn it down, quick to wreck your body and say "turn the party out"
Glam rap
It's pretty-faced and perfect, we working the circuts just to bring the fans back

[Prince po of organized konfusion]
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Glam rap
It's made for the clubs where they don't know the truth, but they making it up
Glam rap
It glitters and it shines, but it don't reflect for me and mine (me and mine)
Glam rap
We gonna burn it down, quick to wreck your body and say "turn the party out"
Glam rap
It's pretty-faced and perfect, we working the circuts just to bring the fans back

[ManCHILD]
Hey lover boy, it's a slaughter
Souls on the auction block and they taking the best offer
Dudes looking like ladies in the '80s
It's 2000 and 6 now and rappers are grabbing chicks' style
Write it off and call me crazy?
You bet, it's Chingy and Winger set to record a duet
Bon Jovi to queen right to nelson(?)
I got more than words, I rock for the first person
Shock these absurd trend now, what now
I captured the energy when you first got down
No lipstick, no spinning rims, no spandex
No pretty, shinny, flossed-out thug rapper wannabes, it's a cycle
We on some Grand Master Flash meets Creedence Clearwater Revival
Press a CD and vital raw recital
Coban wins American Idol, take the title
Tap your spial cord, plugged into AC-DC
Shaking you down, so take it easy
Glam rap is done, you gotta believe me
Still rocking the spot from Abby Road to Beach Street

Glam rap
It's made for the clubs where they don't know the truth, but they making it up
Glam rap
It glitters and it shines, but it don't reflect for me and mine (me and mine)
Glam rap
We gonna burn it down, quick to wreck your body and say "turn the party out"
Glam rap
It's pretty-faced and perfect, we working the circuts just to bring the fans back