Текст песни The Roots - Here I Come

Project Gotham Racing 4 - OST
Жанр: OST
Исполнитель: The Roots
Альбом: Project Gotham Racing 4 - OST
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[Chorus 2X] He said yeah You better come out with your hands up We got you surrounded I'm in the back Changin my outfit He said blink We gonna send the hounds in I said wait Cause here I come Here I come Here I come You boys get ready Cause here I come Here I come Here I come [Verse] I'm soul brother one hunted How much charisma Could another one stomach If I be the prisoner then I wasn't more cunning Or wise If I come outside I'm not running Stone lone wolf of the pack The unwanted I really got nothin to hide I'm bout cuttin Go out in a blaze Wouldn't pop one button I'm a murk half hurt leave the cop dogs huntin The pretty black one in the group The smooth villain under fire Cause I'm pennin the words that move millions Slide right in front of your eyes true brilliance It's a new bad boy on the rise Who feelin it New true skill in it Y'all the roots still in it Ready plus willin it's all the true killer shit You know we got them Involved We too diligent They say the music is strong and too militant [Chorus] Yo Black Inc raw life In this whatumacallit Weed smokin junkie alcoholic One foot in the grave One foot in the toilet Still I'm onstage In front of an audience Disturbing the peace And the local ordinance My eta I'll arrive by morning Money long like the arms on Alonzo Mourning Vampire chicks suck blood Dusk to dawnin Waitin to catch me sleep But I'm not yawnin They in the vip At the garden They gon jump me When I stop performing I got something for them Behind the organ I always roll deep With my squadron The sheriff out front Gonna sic the dogs in That nigger talkin bout he got warrants [Chorus] I'm in the darkness Heartless Fuck you regardless Move with hardness Y'all just pressin charges It's often injury Floss and force my entry This peninitentiary Knockin niggers for centuries It's elementary Like KRS and evidently Incidents They all stress I'm lawless That's my problem Evolve And never solve them Chill in Harlem Bang you Bring you stardom You full of boredom Bastard you been aborted Bring your neck out Bring the tech out Absorb it See you check out And then step out The orbit Blow your flesh out Till I'm fressh out my torment Street apostle Pop shit Preach the Gospel Still I'm hostile Sippin a duece When possible Turn into a monster Grouchy Gimme the Oscar Hit you like vodka Then screech off in a Mazda
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