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    Masta Killa

    No Said Date

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    Добавлена 2 марта 2007 пользователем AND1

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    [Intro: Masta Killa]
    Time to ride..
    Yo... yeah..
    Lord, when you droppin'?
    [Chorus 2X: Masta Killa]
    No said date, no said date, no said date
    No said date, no said date (Lord, when you dropping?)
    No said date, no said date
    [Masta Killa]
    They said the God wasn't never comin' home
    Grandma in a nursin' home, my mind is blown
    I'm known to walk alone, but the fam
    It's deep, yeah we all love heat
    These military arm' marine, sub machine gun
    Legend of Brooklyn, master craftsman
    Lord, when you droppin'?" No said date
    Thought premeditated, well calculated
    The air's been tested, the people can't wait
    So, ahh -- we agreed to send one, to swim from lost and found
    See truth be the life preserve, we can't drown
    Drunk with the victory, the Wu cavalry
    Bomb the seminar, the last "hoo-ra" for chivalry
    Classical, Yo-Yo Ma, laced in the bulletproof fabric
    Crafted and mastered in space
    What better place of birth than the Earth
    When a star is born, but the path was narrow
    Float across the Verrazano, stack ya ammo
    Hit 'em while we got the muscle, in the streets we hustle
    For survival, what the God reign, build me a brain
    Support it with a physical frame, imperial Asiatic material
    Scratch the serial, smoking him, he gonna need a miracle
    repare for burial, it's time, .45 to your head, drop your nine
    We came to collect, the debt is overdue yo
    Set to connect with Deck, we pushin' through
    Yvette with the red Corvette from Lafayette
    Pussy stay wet and she hold Tec
    Respect to the six, she sexy wit a switch
    Gun never stick when 'victions for the brick
    Shots lick
    [Chorus 2X]
    [Masta Killa]
    Heh, yo, this is No Said Date
    Peace, I'm Jamel Arief, pleasure to meet you
    Not to affend you, somethin' for the mental
    Straight from the Shaolin Temple, so simple
    Ain't enough ink for the thoughts I think
    They travel so rapid, it's hard to grasp it
    No assumption, Kay Slay get the shit thumpin'
    Darts stay lethal, blaze one for the people
    They travelled so far to witness
    The killin' of a mastermind line-for-line
    Half-time, center stage, 50 yard line
    Long time, man for dead
    Should've been, put one in his head
    Before the poison spread to the body
    Partly done, 'nough said... {*echoes*}
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