M&M, Chaos Kid & Champtown - What Color Is Soul | Текст песни

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[Verse 1: Champtown]
It's a rusty ass summer block with a shine to it
See man, it's man I trust so I'mma rhyme to it
20% out of a hundred groups are mediocre
They took a medicine effect and I'm a pretty choker
So once you got a couple microphones well I'mma rep 'em
You got some Nile rapper rivers too, well I'mma check 'em!
Because they new to this, I'm true to this!
They shouldn't be doin' this
A lot of rappers reppin' keepin' miles is a few in this
Game, to maintain, I keep it going on
You hear the guitar and the funky beat I'm flowin' on
I don't tell 'em when I see it, I just spot it
Just runnin' me, have soul and ain't the only person got it
And bless who have that white if they're like red hot chili peppers
And bless who have that black if they like salt and pepper
Cause I like alot of people [?] mucus on the [?]
So I'm Blackened like Metallica, look at me in shock
But nothing, else matters wherever I may roll
The microphone's my best friend and the stage is my home
Our music got the sounds, [?] got the hooks
I listen to Kenny Rogers, Marvin Gaye and Garth Brooks
I listened to that [?] that's [?] and [?]
But music is good music, the other, is mess
The [?] you chocolate and a peppermint
What color is my soul? Here's a hint: Let's hook 'em

[Hook: Champtown, Chaos Kid, Eminem]
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Now open 'em up, even the best eyes squint

[Verse 2: Chaos Kid]
We're up in it, open the way, hi ho!
It's over when I don't get on the tip of the stickity sterile
If you want to high roll
Some people are comin' the [?] road, why though?
With my soul, it's deep enough to shake [?]
My oh my!
[?] someone touchs a bottle
The albino brothers steppin' 'em up, we'll wake your [?]
Yeah, I think I'm enough to rhyme so [?] look like a [high-boat?]
I don't play around, we'll run and get the five'o, wait
Hold up! They don't, hold back, to just roll up, they cut no slack
You better step up to bat, or please get a hobby
Cause even a videotape can bring them [?] to rob me
Or IV, I'll put your chest [?] to the point its futile
Get back on your [?] noodle
So you will understand that you won't have the upperhand when
You think I may getting brutal
The America to Bootle
To get the zoom, zam, the zip for the rip
For the kid who had to [?] my tint
It's as simple as A-B-Cs and as easy as pie
But is it never to be as intuitive as the question "why?"
Bullets try to inflictin' pain [?]
[?]
[?] skills they haven't even thought about yet
But when I [?] they act as if my color soft as my step
[?]
But don't call me Vanilla Ice, Serato or Kid Rock
And grip with the [cold super missile?] Roundabout
Cause' I'm so down, I'm out

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Eminem]
Shit, there ain't idiots bad as the fattest skinniest
Sick with a little rapper to never battle, little, piddle or paddle the prettiest
Dumb fuck, lookin' for the hats or suck a numb
Or jackin' jeans keep your hangin' nuts tucked
And I'm about to take my look up it, up in a book
Plus I'm almost on the top of the booty pull that coppin' a district shit
See you're just barkin up tha wrong tree
Cause I got diarrhea, myamia, I uh be a fuckin' honkey
So bad on the mic gotta make ya titterid kid retell what tha fuck I'm saying
He just talk, but neva the type babbadababa they think they shits so poppa hipty
I'd imagine if I were to put up a zipper to the mic i'd be able to do a lip-sync
Because I rap in this muthafucker there's gotta be a certain rhyme this microphone stick, what the fuck i'll hoist it around inside my home
And the DJ better stick up like a rocket
Cause he could scratch up a pool table with 27 pockets
Buttafingaz scratches like a girly fight
But if our color matters, take no less than pearly whites
But I’m hardcore like rocks in a tomato
Gettin' skinned like I was boxing a potato
I wouldn't suck on the mic if it was shaped like a nipple
I done made lots'a money so I'm good if i make like a nickel
But I'm out cold like a snowstorm
So I got nuts so fat, it'll keep my toes warm
(Hit)

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