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Rza, MF Doom, Wu-Tang Clan - Biochemical Equation(2005)

Rza, MF Doom, Wu-Tang Clan - Biochemical Equation
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  • Год: 2005
  • Жанр: Хип-хоп
  • Битрейт: 320 kbps
  • Продолжительность: 03:56 min
  • Размер: 9.22 мб
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Rza, MF Doom, Wu-Tang Clan - Biochemical Equation

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[00:11.68] Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust
[00:15.22] With wild imaginings that you can't discuss
[00:17.92] Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace
[00:20.68] It's a daily conflict between man and beast
[00:24.28] We strive for God and a better tomorrow
[00:26.90] Still suffering from the unforgettable sorrow
[00:29.60] Repent from thy sins, son and walk ye straight
[00:32.36] Stop talking all that trash boy and talk ye straight
[00:36.03] Afflicted by the pressures of life at every vital point
[00:39.66] Still, I wouldn't give an oint'
[00:42.32] Or flinch an inch or pitch a pinch
[00:45.05] Off the pie or every try to try your wench
[00:47.75] Confronted by the devil himself and stay strong
[00:51.38] You think you can take the King now meet Kong
[00:54.07] Strong as the base of a mountain, there's no counting
[00:57.66] How many MCs have sprung from our fountain
[00:59.47] Fifty thousand year process to make this combination
[01:03.06] I'm not giving mine away to Satan
[01:06.72] Although I know that he's awaiting
[01:09.41] To get a hold of my biochemical equation
[01:12.15] I'ma slip him son, I'ma dip him, son
[01:15.75] When I catch the drop on him, I'ma clip him, son
[01:18.48] Fifty thousand year process, to make this combination
[01:21.15] 99 elements, biochemical manifestation
[01:24.79] I'm not giving mines away to Satan
[01:27.42] Although, I know that he's awaiting
[01:30.18] I'ma slip him son, I'ma dip him, son
[01:33.83] When I catch the drop on him, I'ma clip him, son
[01:48.28] Bet ahk, straight to the head with the pet rock
[01:50.95] At least til I can get from out this booth, it's like a sweat box
[01:53.63] Trade a few bars of head nodding, throw us a stack
[01:57.27] Pay him and it's sewed up like thread and bobbin bonus pack
[01:59.97] Invest in the first B-boy kid show
[02:02.65] Live off skid row with jive talking negros
[02:05.46] He wear his beard like a frizzly haired grizzly
[02:08.16] And kept his appearances exquisitely rare, where is he?
[02:10.85] Is he in the backyard or on your front porch
[02:14.46] Or standing in the corner of the club with the blunt torched
[02:17.13] You're soft, they say he rhyme like he starving
[02:19.89] And sold odds and bodkins to old gods and goblins
[02:22.53] Golly, I'm just a pest and your worst best friend
[02:25.25] Who mend and rip space-time fabric like polyester blend
[02:28.84] Not a hobby for no knobby-kneed lesser men
[02:31.58] Or sloppy like the rest of them, they probably need estrogen
[02:34.23] Yo, yo, drunk or sober, son, don't lose your composure
[02:38.82] Semi off the Remy, mixed with Henny, Moet demi'
[02:42.45] Underneath the passenger seat, son, tuck the semi'
[02:46.00] Israeli issued automatic black pistol
[02:48.78] The cop with the flashlight chew gum as he whistle
[02:51.47] Tapped on the glass, roll it down fast
[02:54.12] License, registration addressed to your lab
[02:56.83] They made insurance, the reason why I pulled you over
[03:00.42] Cuz the way you were swerving, sir, you can't be sober
[03:03.11] Have you been drinking? Breathe into the breathalyzer
[03:05.99] Get out the car, please, follow this exercise, sir
[03:09.51] Put one finger on your nose, now from heel to toe
[03:13.13] Walk in a straight line, ten paces, down the road
[03:14.97] My homeboy Kano, used to do the mashed potato
[03:17.65] Or cartwheels and then spin out like a tornado
[03:21.22] They used to chase him, right; but son, he would always shake em
[03:24.82] Then come and puff bowls and make beats inside my basement
[03:27.58] Drunk or sober, never lose your composure
[03:30.29] Stress on the brain cause pain and stomach ulcers
[03:32.90] If you can't understand, then come closer
[03:36.13] We civilized the uncivilized like we supposed to
[03:39.76] Drunk or sober, never lose your composure
[03:42.56] Mic in your hand, black man stand as a soldier
[03:45.29] Stress on the brain, cause pain and stomach ulcers
[03:48.82] If you can't understand, then come closer
[03:51.58]