Текст песни
Know when to hold 'em, when to fold 'em Know when to walk away, know run Manipulate, Articulate thoughts that penetrate Separate real From fake, elevate my mind state I concentrate with The mic and with my fate Use my voice To copulate, hold it solo like those who masticate My heart aches from all the stressin', guns blastin' And weapons Nine times out of ten, y'all fellas Is half-steppin' What you flexin' irrelevant, Use your common sense My mind, my first line Of defense Keeps me away from the judge on The bench Heads is bein' hit with time based On no evidence The modern day lynch, bet you Glamorize the lifestyle pinch That's nonsense, I make a phony rapper flinch When it comes Down to it, speak my mind No remorse when I do it, to me it's all about Movin' The crowd, you feel the movement in fact Your Whole persona seems to indicate rap You wanna rap, But vocabulary you lack Fly the devils of black, I kill 'em with facts Got to know when To hold 'em, when to Fold 'em Know when to walk away, know when To run Showdown at the O. K. Corral I blast you and your pal, What now? It ain't like you know how So I watch and strategize and plot To make myself Top notch, let up like hopscotch With Tim Roth, It's time to blow your block and break out The scotch We rhyme songs like the Impressions This Young mobster got the story, got lessons Stop Guessin', ask questions 'Cause who denyin' if I was A Billy Bryant I'd be twenty years before my Time Screwin' up your mind Got to know when To hold 'em, when to fold 'em Know when To walk away, know when to run Rapture your Mind with rhythmic lines After my secret signs from Ancient minds of sacred times These mighty rhymes Inject concepts To your mind senses, Rhyme breasts When I flow shit in context, Your complex Napoleon complex No progress, Five percent, now I address the eighty-five Nonsense, the last ten tracks by me, myself and I Before the seven deadly sins that caused Jehovah To die And now you know why the false Cry, they eyes dry Never try, never lie, You just say hi Yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, yeah You got to know when to hold 'em, when to fold 'em Know when to walk Away, know when to run You got to know When to hold 'em, when to fold 'em Know When to walk away, know when to run
SHINING BREEZZE — YA GOTTA KNOW
«YA GOTTA KNOW» — SHINING BREEZZE. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 2:19. Жанр — Хаус.
