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  • T-bone »

    T-bone Let That Thang Go текст песни

    Let That Thang Go

    I’m trying to change this music, my nizzle
    It’s official, I’m tired of hearing heaters that whistle and sizzle when gangstas pull out they pistols
    I’m like money trying to get in the middle and settle the difference
    Cuz too many rappers is tripping, don’t nobody wanna listen
    Plus I’m tired of all the cussing and cursing
    So I started rehearsing working on converting a better version
    For every person that’s hurting lurking searching for life’s purpose
    Feeling suicidal and worthless but you ain’t certain
    If you ready to die and leave this earth’s surface then cross over
    And see what’s on the side of this life’s curtain
    Call me the Moses of rap, taking it back to tha days when this artifact
    Wasn’t bout the woman and gats
    I’m sick of this rap, matter a fact
    How many more women you find to pimp, and gangstas we gonna cap
    We murdered them all, Pac and Biggie there ain’t here anymore
    Better do something, sound the trumpet, cuz’ I’m goin to war

    To all the playas popping off at the lip, oh
    Fronting the street game like you a pimp, no
    Ya coming up but going down wit tha ship, bro
    Ya better let that thang go
    And all tha ladies that be shaking they hips, oh
    Up in tha strip clubs stacking em chips, no
    Top of tha world, but you down in tha pits, ma
    Ya better let that thang go

    It’s the Nicaraguan son of Big Pun, who flip tongs
    On kick drums, and leave rappers like victims from big guns
    Better panic, cuz I’m charismatic and automatic
    When it comes to this phonographic magic, I gotta have it
    Like an addict, I’m the magnet pulling these Asiatic and Hispanics bandits
    To make em put down tha cannons, I’m standing for unity in rural communities
    Filled with darkness and cruelty, where men get woman paid off of nudity
    It’s soon to be all over, I crossover barriers of hate and racism plus I bring the Cross over
    I’m out to change all the images in our villages, and all the religious criticisms from church citizens
    Always pointing, judging, shrugging ya shoulders at the adulterers, fornicators, and cobras
    But never question our culture, Biggie prophesied ready to die
    50 took 5 and got rich and Pac’s mamma still crying

    Suckas surfing the internet trying to find kids for sex, and placing bets
    Credit card fraud is next, they write them checks for chicks on em porno flicks
    When they shake they hips sick wit them chain and whips it gets
    Even worse, truth hurts, don’t be mad at me, I ain’t the one getting paid enhancing they anatomy
    And gradually, they rotten out like bad cavities, then periodically prostituting and armed robberies
    This how we raise the little children of America to grow up and be criminal, rapist, and bomb terrorist
    From the second they’re born, innocent but torn
    Between these 2 worlds fighting for souls, like tug a war
    Who’s keeping score got juveniles in the morgue, while killas winning awards
    And steady and praising the Lord, they cheer and roar
    Ego tripping has gotta stop, gotta shine and rhyme in his name instead of hip-hop

    How many more of our people gotta die
    Before we decide, genocide isn’t only in war
    It’s also in the words that we write
    We got tha power

    I keep it gully like a Cali general running the streets, ya freeze when I speak
    Memorized my style is unique, we bringing the heat like the Bahamas talking the word
    From Nicaragua to communist countries like China, Iraq and Havana, canta lo, Godson levanta lo
    They lace the beats then I rock the flow, she hit them notes
    Collab then we rock the show, think we blessed
    No doubt, count the dough, we make about oh 25-30 a show
    People flying from other countries just to hear tha Bone flow
    Sick wit the skills to the point that they wanna honor me
    But I’m not honoree I’m on the Rock like Sean Connery
    And yall fond of me, the rest is just wanna be’s

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