Macklemore & Ryan Lewis feat. KRS-One & DJ Premier - Buckshot | Текст песни

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• Macklemore & Ryan Lewis feat. KRS-One & DJ Premier
• Buckshot

I used to work at Subway,
Seven bucks an hour wasn't much money,
But I be rappin' and kickin' it on my lunch break
Like, “I'ma make it out this motherfucker one day!”
I was in the back, back seat of the bus, before a Bluetooth
Got the boombox and a blunt, bootlegger deuce-deuce,
Eight on my crew, we get drunk, a little cuckoo,
Type of dudes who square up and knock a tooth loose.
Quick to the basement, the, the, the basement,
That is the window I'm plannin' to vacate with,
Pops put on bars just in case somebody breaks in,
That's not gonna stop me from gettin' to the pavement.
Shh, meeting Jerome at the bus stop,
I got the bigger roll, paranoid buck cops,
And all my city's known for grunge, flannel, punk rock,
And a bunch of Sub Pop, I was on that Buckshot.

Window to window and wall to wall,
Can of Krylon, we out to bomb.
Buckshot!
Four in the morning I'm with the squad,
There we go, there we go, there we go, there we go!

Just copped that new Boot Camp tape,
The neighbors keep complainin' ‘bout too much bass,
Bang, bang, let me do my thing,
Give me two cans and you gon' know my name.
You don't want to get involved,
You know I be on these overpasses burnin' bridges, dawg,
You know I be dippin' through these alleys tryna diss the law.
Sixteen with Adidas on,
I'm too speedy for police, I'm chiefin' through these streets, I'm gone,
I got game, don't need to talk anymore,
Boppity-bo, tippity-toppity, I pop me some more.
I was underground where he came from and he pop out a hole,
Cracked the top back on the flat black aerosol,
I woke up in the morning and I had a vision,
These suit and ties got the nerve to call it vandalism,
They hella mad, say my art is really bad for business,
But I'ma paint a better world until the cans are empty.
Now let it drip, let it drip,
If they catch me doin' dirt, I'll plead the fifth,
I pop a top, I bomb the block,
Speakers bumpin', I was on that Buckshot.

Window to window and wall to wall,
Can of Krylon, we out to bomb.
Buckshot!
Four in the morning I'm with the squad,
There we go, there we go, there we go, there we go!

Chill-chill-chilin' with the crew,
Just writin' my name in graffiti on the wall.
Who-who-who is he?
Yeah, Knowledge Reigns Supreme!
Got the world followin' the...

Turn up the CD or turn up the TV,
Turn up your T-A-P-E, turn your phone up, crank up the PC,
See, my boys are really PC if you're talkin' graffiti,
See, we call it aerosol art when we splatter the city.
I got twenty five cans in my napsack,
Crossin' out the whick-whack,
T-O-Y-S's ain't even get that.
Fat tips and black books, yo, we rep that,
149th street bench is where we slept at,
Clep-clap, clep-clap, clep-clap, clep-clap,
Those are not my words, the spray can said that.
Where them reds at, or them green turquoise?
Where my real graf writers? Make some noise!

Chill-chill-chilin' with the crew,
Just writin' my name in graffiti on the wall.
Who-who-who is he?
Yeah, Knowledge Reigns Supreme!
Got the world followin' the...
Macklemore!
Buckshot!