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    Don Johnson Big Band

    Nutwood Cut

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    Добавлена 15 февраля 2013 пользователем Миша

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    With a mic in my hand
    I'm number one in the chain of command
    And it was all planned beforehand
    I stand corrected and perfected the styles you call grand
    Evolve and solve, involve the small band
    My crew, the click, that blew the brick wall down
    Internationally renown, the hki ball ground
    All crowned, the big band, the dogg pound
    Just a small amount of money and plenty of raw sound
    It's all round the city, the word on the street
    We can rock you with a midi, and turn on the beat
    Put down a word on a sheet of paper in my sleep
    And shape a syllable to complete the skyscraper
    Of the mind, with minerals and elements designed
    On a blue print at the back of my head
    When i rhymed and bled sweat, tears and flames
    Caged on a burned bed
    And reclined as the stage turned red
    When i perform there's exactly seven ways to understand
    What's going on, the way i deviate and break the norm
    The way i storm the stage, you're caught in a cage
    I left every last member of the audience engaged
    I'm enraged flipping sm58 with ease
    Gripping, raising fees, the minimum wage in a freeze
    I seize the moment, but time flees when i foment
    Lyrics of fury captivating minds like an omen
    No men can stop the force of the big band unleashed
    Three man deaconry, father metro high priest
    Mind east, body west, north and south we get blessed
    My five piece is loaded with a manifest
    Four clicks before the gunshot
    Get my motherfucking gat strapped for the mugshot
    The thug shot, we burn the fonque out the buckshot
    And get the crickets and mosquitos for the bugshot
    Yo it's a coup d'état, we bringin' you the star spangled black
    Blue dakar, you want to ride with us to paris
    Move the car, the charismatic johnson blew the bar
    That's when their jaws drop, what the fuck, and who the star now?
    We on the radio and in the record stores
    Catching eighty old men every week, in record scores
    Our record falls in a category all of its own
    All of it's grown like an allegory, all of it's blown up
    And hyped, making heads bop, then stop to say that shit is tight
    Let's drop it and wrap it up for the night
    Despite my shortcomings, more rhymes are forthcoming
    Four times, a short running, i rocked the sport stunning heads
    Helsinki to frankfurt, fill in the blank word
    If i'm not number one or two, i'm ranked third
    Helsinki to frankfurt, fill in the blank word
    If i'm not number one or two, i'm ranked third
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