Текст песни Hip Hop - Skee-Lo

Hip Hop

Verse 1:
Look! I aint even got to rap sixteen’s, I’m only thirty-five but I act sixteen.
Show me twenty rappers & I’ll smack sixteen and the other set of four won’t do
a damn thing. First I Skee-Lo takes all your money. Dummies! You’re like track
stars that run from me. Thoughts that come from me are aged & full grown so my
flow is sicker than AIDS that’s full blown. I’m amphibian I’m swimming in Evian.
I gets like that when I’m deep in Ceribreum. A Helium a mixture of medium
Hydro, I’m fresh like switching from stress to indo. Look out of my window-view
of the west coast; with baby girl who fix eggs & French toast, sex me after
eggs & French toast. Fuck what you heard I am the west coast. Get my props when
on the east coast. Everybody knows I rock the beat most. I’m Skee-Lo I like the
wheat toast.
Verse 2:
I bring it back on some Dj shit, for the sport I’m on some EA shit.
Niggas is lame so get out of my lane on some freeway shit. Give them bars like
a bid with no EBAY shit. K-U double T to the A that’s it, fill up a compact
disc with that ADAT spit. It’s the kid I don’t play that shit, so I can never
loose, when I’m with some clever dudes, rock dropping hell of jewels & running
the tracks you can only give us better shoes. Ring the alarm or forever snooze.
Record pool like the deep end, hope it open your mind let a nigga rhyme sink
in, or maybe you should peak in. I see you aint ready for this intelligence,
mixing it with some audio, bringing it back to the elements. That Hip Hop is
fresher than a zip lock, nigga take a big hock, that bar is to the tip top,
yea I say that bar is to the tip top, yea nigga that bar is to the tip top,
& it’s that mother-fucking Hip Hop.
Verse 3:
I’m all dressed up, so you can buy my records when they all pressed up,
you niggas in the game you got it all messed up, you want to hot dog it but
you can’t catch up to the invisible man. See if I can put this game into a
physical plan; aint no-body more physical than, the enforcer. Long ways from I
WISH we changed courses this nigga go upside your head with Air Forces.
Of course it’s, more hits & more tricks. Niggas they aint rappers they just
trying to pay rent. For me, this is time well spent. Took a little time off,
thought I was soft but I’m like Clark Kent. So now I got a plan for niggas,
I can’t stand you niggas, get on the MIC & superman you niggas;
& aint NO Kryptonite for me, I got a right to be, the only mother-fucking name
you see in lights. The only nigga getting paid is me tonight. Skee-Lo young
Kutta is on the Mic. So everybody in the crowd do what you like.
Talk Segment:
Yea! The Real Hip Hop! We really love this shit man we really love doing this
shit! This is feel good music. My name is Skee-Lo! I’ve been rhyming since '93;
'83! The real Hip Hop!