Max Kellerman & Sam - Young Man Rumble | Текст песни

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Like a babyface killer
I step in a box, and the mob flocks
They hoppin' on bad rock as a lyrical cannon cock
Jump start the sparkin' in stock bars
Reign the lost arts straight to the top of hip hop charts
Dyin' to do a mob, and doin' the job and
Co-runnin' Gothan like Batman & Robin
Painful brain full of why I rearrange y'all
Delivish rhymes but I lookin' like an angel
Before I came into the game
You couldn't name a rookie entertainer
Who could rhyme like a hall of famer
You got delusions of dope and a dumb plan
To battle the one Sam
Rumble, young man

RUMBLE YOUNG MAN RUMBLE 4x

New York's a state, my city's
And a man who I hate, I pity 'em like I brashed the Vidian
Got skills, got stamina
Got hands of stone like the champ from Panama
Bodies drops from body shot, cause I could box
No need for glocks or karate chops
So if you wanna see, who the best be
Come and test me, come and test me
Come and test me
Got stardom
Car gets stuck from the crock
To the big ball yard in the South Bronx
My flavor's good, my flavor's good
Hear city, city, you're nothin' but my neighborhood
New York, New York, so nice, got named twice, and
I'm harassin' punks like Mike Tyson
And I'll break, connive, it's worse
Than Pernell Whitaker fuckin' up Chavez
Display skills like a museum so you could see 'em
And rabbits go fleein', though my skin's European
Hit ya man with a hook, in the head, don't even jab it
And beat you with just, my left hand, like (???)
It gets scarier, and scarier
Got props on every block of the tri-borough area
King of my concrete jungle
Rumble, young man, rumble

RUMBLE YOUNG MAN RUMBLE 4x

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