Snowgoons - Teacher's Trademark (Feat Wise Intelligent) | Текст песни

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[Hook]
Sick of them trick and insignificant talk
Robbing and killing not the teacher trademark
Cool and unscrupulous gangsta I fear not
[?] teacher without second thought

"I control the stage since the golden age" - Edo G 'Claimin' Respect 2'

[Verse One]
Remember knick knack patty wack give a dog a bone?
No, don't give 'em nothin' but the fo' fifth chrome
A muzzle, knuckles, some tribulation and trouble
Lean on his scheme until his punk ass crumble
Humble, hustle, Timothy never tumble
Any hood that I come through, rappers call me they uncle
And if I'm repping my jungle, Dirty Jerz in ya house
Sit thirty birds on ya couch, put more than words in they mouth
I'm that spinner who sips a fifth of cherry wine and [?]
For the scripture paint a clear picture 'bout how this shit gon' get ya
Get ya wide like sister's thighs when they welcoming Wise
Or they eyes when they surprised by the rising size
But besides my sexual powers I was just fucking with ya
Switch the issue, I had some issues so I copped me a pistol
Yet I'm peace, repping the east and Brick City and such
We were skinny can not get any niggas give me they lunch

[Hook]

[Verse Two]
I'm going downtown baby, your street in the Dodge Viper
Call me the Pied Piper, I got ya chick to follow
I got the nickle hollows, I get the pickle swallow
I tell a copper, "Listen, I ain't Amadou Diallo."
[?] I say many bottles, Dolce Gabbana models
I makes 'em wobble wobble
Watch how they shake and drop it
Cop it, if it's MC's on the topic
Negros believe I'm a prophet, critics agree but they knock it
Till I put g's in they pocket
Cock this heater and pop it
Watch it, rep Brick City bet it to a buck fifty
She wanna fuck skinny, up in the truck with me
Bend over bump with me, never suck a slut titties
Mind on this money see this money is mine
This might sound funny but I'm still wonderful with the rhyme
You see I'm still independent and defending my grind
So while you clapping that iron out I'll be perfectly fine, ya dig?

[Hook]

[Verse Three]
Uh oh, heads up cause I'm dropping some shit
How any topic ya pick when I'm on top of ya mix I like it
Mid tempo when my shit go on your instrumental
You're still [?] to be this influential
Intelligently yet eccentrically live
I pack big guns when I ride, who like to see if I'm lying?
I pop up every so often costing MC's their jobs
But why the fuck where they high? They're narcolepticly tired
Money managed way like their talent most artistically challenged
Preacher balanced between the talent and the marketing dollars
[?] should be popping they collars, stop and holler
You never find a rhymer hotter than him
The talented Tim
Taylor don't be hating on them
Well fuck it I am, don't be overrating 'em then
The paper the pen
The [?] that I use to ascend when tagging my name
Trying to get my foot in the game

[Hook]

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