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    Leaders Of The New School

    Syntax Era

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco
    Go Charlie, Charlie go
    Charlie. Go Busta, Busta
    Go Busta. You know we got style
    Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco
    Go Charlie, Charlie go
    Charlie. Go Busta, Busta
    Go Busta. You know we got style
    When it comes to shootouts
    Boogie Brown is here don't fear
    The clear just step to it. Now I drive
    Come alive from the bottom to the top
    Temptation or confusion makes you wanna stop
    But? (I know you, and you know me)
    C.B.M.C. Given to me by Chuck D
    That's deep as I look at all the videos
    Wack stage shows, wack page flows
    Biters non-rhythm writers. (Example the sample)
    It was an age under and a stage back
    The girlie's screaming she's having a cardiac
    Like epileptic seizures no
    Amnesia comatose double dose Anesthesia
    Damn. (DAMN) should I say
    What are you doing! , I dare at your stare so yo
    Come do me, it's done or rather should I say it's on
    The mental instrumental I continue with
    My song yeah we've got jumping jerks with no understandings of
    The East Coast stomp. Fam understand
    Several other brothers watch our videos the vidiots discover
    (It's just another case) Wow! (Base)
    Why is everybody always picking on me
    Now let's see our games played
    I'm Donkey Kong fat freak the notes
    Flip the script run the jewels
    (The Leaders Of The New School)
    Yet I shine when I rhyme (You know, you know)
    Always remember the scenario
    Syntax Era
    Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco
    Go Charlie, Charlie go
    Charlie. Go Busta, Busta
    Go Busta. You know we got style
    For the Harper Valley Pete's sake tea makes
    A great ace in a hole
    You cheated gold, only sold to who
    Was told now trembling remembering
    When I timberland and down listen wait
    Who's that coming around sounding like that sound
    I guess it's Dinco, Milo, Busta, and Bro! win
    Four minds of two kinds run one with the sun
    I love my father, mother, my brother, and the sisters
    That come from all over the place to trace the base
    Inspector Clouseau I wonder is true though
    Oh no, no more security
    Nets straight human casualties
    Call for raw regrets in beat societies
    Lessons must speak
    Stand be strong. Keep away from weak in the years long
    Life leaders let loose leading left backs
    And misguided youth letting leaks lack
    Levels of truth. Look ma' no hands
    Lend likes lots of love only lasting cause I'm asking
    Could we be above average not savage
    But near newly more duty, more than terror
    Peace to my girl
    "Whoops? Syntax Era
    Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco
    Go Charlie, Charlie go
    Charlie. Go Busta, Busta
    Go Busta. You know we got style
    Copy cat do this, do that
    Wanna do something ?
    Do this
    Chicky chaka chubaka
    Gitty getty gothca
    Ah man, all of a sudden people say I be buggin'
    Rugged culture musikal Hip-Hop! I be lovin'
    Gimme, gimme, gimme something
    Gimme something for nothing
    Rich blood sucker of the poor I see you
    Hickory, dickory
    Hay watch out for the trickery
    What happened to creativity, dignity, integrity
    Hey Mr. Sneaky-one don't try to read my mind
    Just worry about getting yours, because I'm getting mines
    Leaders made a commitment to keep this type of music
    Livin' forever
    Whatever, whatever
    We live in an era where errors aren't made to
    Remain an error, but I think that's kinda better
    Understand that word and how you use it
    Rap is business music, Hip-Hop is cultural music
    Now you get to see the one sun getting super dumb
    Dance around because you know that we doin' it for fun
    Flippin' and trippin'
    You little sorry sucker you slippin'
    Lay over my lap because I'm gonna
    Give you a whippen
    Trippin', dippin' and winin'
    Stop the damn crying
    I don't know what you try! n'
    You better stop lyin'
    With correct intellect, wetter, bigger and better
    As I come straight
    Check my Syntax Era
    Word to God, 1993, shit is solid
    We are the L. (What!)
    We are the O. (What!)
    We are the N. (What!)
    We are the S. (What!)
    We are the L. (What!)
    We are the O. (What!)
    We are the N. (What!)
    We are the S. (What!)
    We are the L. (What!)
    We are the O. (What!)
    We are the N. (What!)
    We are the S. (What!)
    Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco
    Go Charlie, Charlie go
    Charlie. Go Busta, Busta
    Go Busta. You know we got style
    Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco
    Go Charlie, Charlie go
    Charlie. Go Busta, Busta
    Go Busta. You know we got style
    Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco
    Go Charlie, Charlie go
    Charlie. Go Busta, Busta
    Go Busta. You know we got style
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