Текст песни 187 - Diamond D, Guilty Simpson, Ras Kass

187

What up Diamond?\nYou know it’s going down\nStunts, Blunts and Hip-Hop nigga\nOne more time, one more again\nWe in the drug lab\nWatching the first Planet of the Apes\nYou know what afterbirth is right?\nWell this is death’s afterbirth\nWhen I call late with intents to motivate\nSpread love cause I know the hate\nAll too well, I been through hell\nAnd back, then return with a story to tell\nListen: I had a rough transition\nPeasant with a king’s ambition\nImperial, toast with no cereal\nWill visit you if you need a visual\nThe General, I generally\nMove at a pace something like General Lee\nI write from left feel, the best yiel\nFace so familiar, remember the G\nHit em with the semi and flee\nTry to go from MC to the front of a T\nLiterally — like that quick\nWhen real life interferes with rap\nDeadly with a pen\nMultiple 187's\nRest in peace\nDeadly with a pen\nMultiple 187's\nRest in peace\nKick your front row in and drag them out\nThis is death’s afterbirth\nFly on a corpse and you ride in a hearse\nFamily crying, your spirit just glide from the Earth\nLike July on the 4th\nMister you just a guy in the dirt\nMind a weapon they can’t find in a search\nI satisfy your widow with the size of a girth\nI dive in a tsunami and arrive in a surf\nStanding on Shamu in a referee shirt\nCan’t compare me, I’m the best\nWork at the\nTwist MC’s like they possess -leptic, do the metrics\nIf ya pop is dead then I’m a vampire on records\nUndead, haters wanna take me out of my zone\nYou can’t push my buttons I’m a iPhone\nDiamond, Diggin' in the Crates: art\nI dig in your chest and rip out your beating heart\nDeadly with a pen\nMultiple 187's\nRest in peace\nDeadly with a pen\nMultiple 187's\nRest in peace\nKick your front row in and drag them out