Limp Bizkit - Conbat Jazz feat. Raekwon | Текст песни

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[Raekwon]
Biz man.. Fuck that
Yeah, Yeah
Hey yo, Hey yo

Hey yo I smoke on the mic
Like smoking Joe Fraser
Holding a blunt with a scope
And blaze shit up

Much more harder to those
We like fathers and bros
Out the slum so the flows is
Hard shit

Yeah, I'm unstoppable
the rhyme is hollow tip
'Dro's how I 'pose
So I gotta hit ya

While i take shotsa Jack Beam
Its like sailing poison
Upside inside the minds elite

Nigga anything Raek says goes
Limp Bizkit shit
Mix together
You convinced it's froze

When the hit start metal and rap
Kid you better than that
you rather die than play
at one of our shows

we will wipe you
But on the other hand we like you
Don't bring your clan or band
We will fight

You might get a gunshot
rap rebels ready to rock
rock and rap
Putting more on the map

[Fred Durst]
I terrorize
with these eyes
All you players on the sidelines
Get victimized

Ain't no mamma on this planet
Who wont cry
When you see the baby boy sucking thumb and
Licking crumbs from their eyes

Switch on the blade
Pay the price pull the pin
What this hand grenade splash
Need i warn you again?

Take another route
Devils waiting for the handshake
Better sell me
Cuz i'm gonna make it to the gate

Fake in a way that's unforgivable
Bam you just got shot
You invisible
Typical

Critical, ridiculed
Motherfuckin' pitiful
You don't know the half about these bitches
that I'm going through

Bullet proof, pull a tooth
i'm killing in this fucking booth
Spiting juice, take a shot
make it absolut

When i'm through, you is through
Speaking all i know is true
Blowing through this revenue
Like something you could never do

[Raekwon]
All I want is maxin' in the wing
Sneakers that match the black bens
Stay relaxin in black tint

Road runner gunners that throw hundreds
Soldiers get so blunted
Let's drop bombs glow one and

All I want is maxin' in the wing
Sneakers that match the black bens
Stay relaxin in black tint

Road runner gunners that throw hundreds
Soldiers get so blunted
Let's drop bombs glow one and

[Fred Durst]
Oh! Got you haters feeling like we too-
Old! Got you feeling like we want you to.
Oh! Got you haters feeling like we too-
Old! Got you feeling like we want you to.

You got that right, Raekwon the chef
Limp Bizkit 2 thousand and 21
Mathematics on the beat
I could listen to this all night
All day, everyday, just rewind it

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