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    Diamond You Can’t Front (shit is Real) текст песни

    You Can’t Front (shit is Real)

    Featuring Lord Finesse Sadat X

    «Ayo what the fuck is this?»
    «Yo that’s that shit I was telling you about. That’s that
    Sadat X Diamond D and Lord Finesse beat.»
    «Oh okay alright alright.»

    Ayo you know the shit is real (So don’t front jack)
    Yo you know the shit is real (So don’t front)
    Ayo you know the shit is real (So don’t front jack)
    Ayo you know the shit is real (You can’t front)

    [Sadat X]
    Hmmm, straight to my toes making shit that hits
    The brothers often say that the quiet bald head
    Is like a bad motherfucker
    Now Rule bread and uptown fame
    Two to the head, what, daddy listen up
    Ayo, don’t beat me over the head with that dumb shit, dad
    This is the type of shit I do, and Diamond me and you
    Along with your crew and the Nubians, too
    Made up some next shit, ayo but wash it off the skit
    Rapping in this whole soul over, that know from ?throw over?
    Who was in the rough, but Al said I’m the roughest
    Yo buck, this shit is hot, Diamond, you know how I feel
    Every time you call my crib you get some wreck shit is real
    I come with herbs and verbs, always a step ahead
    You can’t nap on the dap cause it’s wide
    The X will provide all souls aside
    Who gets the past but if your shit sounds trash
    You gotta go, I got a lot of soul, yo
    Old enough to know a real move from a brother
    Tell you who gets nuff or who’s just pulling a brush
    Uptown stay the same, 2000 got the coochies
    Peace to Unique, mega Oreo got the lucci
    Bald heads run around, hey my man you got some stubble
    Rob G cut me low, let these cats know
    That when I chopped off my box, it opened up some next shit
    I hold next slow to make the old age grew
    Then I kicked it up, next spice lights
    Shorty’s doing his own thing, the man with the knife
    Check it out, yo, Sadat X and Diamond D with the ’93 shit

    You know the shit is real (You can’t front, Jack)
    Yo, you know the shit is real (You can’t front)
    Yo, you know the shit is real (You can’t front, Jack)
    Yo, you know the shit is real (You can’t front)

    Ayo I’m telling you now, it’s the chubby kid from 125th street
    Chopping motherfuckers into pieces of mincemeat
    Back up boy, don’t try to play me like a pipsqueak
    Don’t even want to hear no words if your shit’s weak
    Cause where I come from you might get done
    Like a steak on a seasame seed bun
    I got the mad flow, niggas drink they hassle
    They contemplate my name and then they say «Shorty’s bad» so
    Come on give me my props
    You can call it for your little sister or your moms and your pops
    Straight from the ghetto, and ?you the birds?
    Stunts that used to front get kicked to the curb
    With the quickness, I’m rhyming over the beats with the thickness
    So run to the store so you can get this
    And memorize the words so the next time you here it you can kick this
    Yeah, no time for faking, stay away from bacon
    I clock G’s from the beats that I’m making
    Niggas was sleeping, but now have awakened
    Ask the Boriquas, ask the Jamacians
    Who’s the man in the hot seat?
    Giving niggas chills like Ralph in ?Hot Sea?
    I’m sending niggas back to bed
    Like an overdose of Actifed
    It’s just a taste of the ’93 shit
    Ayo, it ain’t no secret

    Ayo, you know the shit is real (You can’t front, Jack)
    Yo, you know the shit is real (You can’t front)
    Hey, you know the shit is real (You can’t front, Jack)
    Yo, you know the shit is real (You can’t front)

    [Lord Finesse]
    Check it, it ain’t nothing you can gain from it
    (It’s the Funky Man) And ain’t a damn thing changed, money
    I lounge on the downlow
    MC’s be fronting like they funky but theu can’t fuck around though
    Niggas I spare none, I never shoot a fair one
    And I write rhymes more than bitches get their hair done
    My shit’s butter, word to mother
    Rhyme with the mic in one hand and hold my dick with the other
    (Finesse is the man) Yeah, how’d you know?
    Cause my style of flow is smoother than Al Jarreu
    I’m no joke with the fast or small raps
    Me and Diamond go back like mocknecks and overlaps
    So by now you gots to figure
    I’m not the best motherfucker but I’m better than a lot of niggas
    And in a battle you can pick the winner
    The way I drop heavy shit you’d think I ate grits for dinner
    You want to bet? Then call your bookie
    Cause I’m breaking niggas up like motherfucking fortune cookies
    Check it out while I play post
    And say peace on out, I’ll catch you folks on a later note

    (Diamond gives shoutouts to fade)

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