Текст песни The Gift - Rappin' 4-Tay

Police, they infiltratin'
But us Black folks, we infiltratin' our damn self
You know what I'm sayin'?
So we just gotta roll with the punches
And be prepared for anything comin' our way, you know?

I had it hard, I remember it all, man
No need to perp', I had to put to work a proper plan
Because my mama, she was workin' and cookin' and doin' it all
Washin' my clothes, cleanin' my nose
Scrubbin' the floors, scrubbin' the walls
She said, "Whatever you do with your life, just do it properly
And maybe one day, you'll own your own business and buy some property"
My mama schooled me with the game, oh, yeah, she laced me
So all them sheisty suckers up in the town, they couldn't fade me
Still came, I clocked bank, I'm potent like a spliff
You know why? Because the good Lord gave me the gift

I don't know what you can do (He gave me the gift to
Spit to get through the thick and the crowd, rowdy)
Whatever it is, make sure it's good for you (I'm tryna
Control my sin, it's good for my frame of mind, I'm rowdy)
A butcher, a baker, a candlestick maker (He gave me the
Gift to spit to get through the thick and the crowd, rowdy)
Whatever (I'm tryna control my sin, it's
Good for my frame of mind, I'm rowdy)
I don't know what you can do (He gave me the gift to
Spit to get through the thick and the crowd, rowdy)
Whatever it is, make sure it's good for you (I'm tryna
Control my sin, it's good for my frame of mind, I'm rowdy)
A butcher, a baker, a candlestick maker (I'm tryna
Control my sin, it's good for my frame of mind, I'm rowdy)
You know the rhyme

How would I rap? How would I rhyme?
How would I get me some peace of mind?
I'm thankin' the Lord I'm not in the morgue
For pullin' the shit that I pulled before
Laughin' and gafflin', criminal minded
Federal agents follow me 24/7, I pop my spot, but they can't find it
And they so mad 'cause I'm shakin' 'em
Breakin' 'em, takin' 'em, yes, I'm swift
You know why? Because the good Lord gave me the gift

I don't know what you can do (He gave me the gift to
Spit to get through the thick and the crowd, rowdy)
Whatever it is, make sure it's good for you (I'm tryna
Control my sin, it's good for my frame of mind, I'm rowdy)
A butcher, a baker, a candlestick maker (He gave me the
Gift to spit to get through the thick and the crowd, rowdy)
Whatever (I'm tryna control my sin, it's
Good for my frame of mind, I'm rowdy)
I don't know what you can do (He gave me the gift to
Spit to get through the thick and the crowd, rowdy)
Whatever it is, make sure it's good for you (I'm tryna
Control my sin, it's good for my frame of mind, I'm rowdy)
A butcher, a baker, a candlestick maker (I'm tryna
Control my sin, it's good for my frame of mind, I'm rowdy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (I'm tryna control my sin
It's good for my frame of mind, I'm rowdy)

Chillin' at home, life goes on, remindin' myself of Al Capone
'Cause soon as some drama comes up in my
Face, I'm tellin' you, nigga, it's on
And the last verse is definitely for the young ones
Slangin' and bangin' and hangin' out on the turf
Don't be the sprung one, the dumb one
Who follows the leader, you be the leader so you can achieve a goal
Because I tell you, my brother, there's nothin'
That's better than keepin' your ass off parole
You gots to do what you gots to do if you choose to hustle
Just remember the circumstances, brother, life is just like a puzzle
I'm droppin' somethin' that you can relax your mind to
It ain't no rat-tat-tat, you don't need
A gat to roll with the Ragtop Crew
Just a gang of the riggity raps so we
Can lift up out of the five-oh's face
And tell 'em that the good Lord gave me the gift

I don't know what you can do (He gave me the gift to
Spit to get through the thick and the crowd, rowdy)
Whatever it is, make sure it's good for you (I'm tryna
Control my sin, it's good for my frame of mind, I'm rowdy)
A butcher, a baker, a candlestick maker (He gave me the
Gift to spit to get through the thick and the crowd, rowdy)
Whatever (I'm tryna control my sin, it's
Good for my frame of mind, I'm rowdy)
I don't know what you can do (He gave me the gift to
Spit to get through the thick and the crowd, rowdy)
Whatever it is, make sure it's good for you (I'm tryna
Control my sin, it's good for my frame of mind, I'm rowdy)
A butcher, a baker, a candlestick maker (I'm tryna
Control my sin, it's good for my frame of mind, I'm rowdy)
Whatever (I'm tryna control my sin, it's
Good for my frame of mind, I'm rowdy)

Woo, he gave me the gift, the gift to sing, haha
He gave me the gift, the gift to sing
To do my thing whenever I want
To sing on top and make things go right
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
He gave me the gift to spit to get
Through the thick and the crowd, rowdy
He gave me the voice to sing
Oh, yeah, same way 4-Tay is doin' his thing
He gave me the voice to sing