RZA - The chase
Tekst :
Burst, better run, better run for your life!
Burst, break, run, jet, flee, boogey, move, be audi (yo)
Slide, duck, dip, bounce, be ghost, escape, blazini, poof
The Genie, disappear, cast out like they ain t seen me (yo) ...
(Yo) Burst!
Put the key in the ignition friction sparks my transmission
I m gear shiftin, fast lane switchin, tryin to ditch em
Escape, I got the briefcase full of papers
Plus the microtape of all the secret society snakes
Recordings, plan how they want to destroy the black man
and take every square inch of land and kill the Wu Clan
What the fuck? My four hundred horsepower truck
High speed with the Ironman CD turned all the way up
Shots fired in back of me, they practically hit my tire
Yo I smell smoke, I hope my engine ain t on fire
Pulled off the road, hope this damn truck won t explode
Felt like a scene from the last James Bond episode
Drivin sixty miles per hour through weed trees and dead flowers
Bust the overdrive, couldn t control the power
Pushin through bushes, mud, bugs
Covered the front and back windshield like carwash suds
I couldn t see, I knew these niggaz was gainin on me
I tried to bust a 360, I crashed into a tree
It felt like a bulldozer, knocked my ass over
I fell out the Rover, grabbed the briefcase ran over
to a log cabin, had a sign posted DO NOT ENTER
I bust through the door my body got cut up with splinters
I ain t give a FUCK, tryin to find somewhere to duck
Ahh, ahh, uhhhhh, ahh
and catch my breath, count how many shots I had left
My clip was full, the first nigga walk through I m gonna pull
It was Ivan Korlof, he came through with a sawed off
Bust the cannon shot and tore the rest of the fuckin door off
Burst, break, run, jet, flee, boogey, move, be audi
Slide, duck, dip, bounce, be ghost, escape, blazini, poof
The Genie, disappear, cast out like they ain t seen me
Killer Bee, fast lamborghini
(repeat 2X)
Junk turned fragments scattered in all direction
One grazed me, on my kneecap but didn t faze me
Count to three, jumped up, I fired back
My four-four snub slug, dug a hole in his head
like Dig Dug, partner crashes in
with the infrared precision shots, just missin
Night vision goggles, shit had me boggled
Forty-Four mag, was too much to swallow
Held the briefcase in front of my face, jumped through the window
Daring, got up and went like Dr. Kimball
I burst, broke, ran, jetted, fleed, boogied, moved, was audi
Slid, ducked, dipped, bounced, ghost, escaped, blazini, poof
The Genie, disappear, niggaz out like they ain t seen me
Killer Bee move with the speed of lamborghini
Bobby Steels on the track, word up
Bout to escape with the tape
Word up Inne utwory
Lab drunk Must be Bobby Do you hear the bells Show u love The birth Hood rats Daily routine Drama Digi snacks (Intro) Good night kiss Odeesey Love is digi II No regrets Airwaves Losowe utwory
Well I ve been walkin
Down a one way dirty street
Tryin to find the answers
And I ve been hopin
For a chance to meet
The rat that spread the cancer
And the lies they ve been spinnin
And the smiles they ve been grinnin
There sure has been some sinnin
But...
A grey ghost night
On an Eastern flight
Sixteen thousand miles away
I lay awake
When the morning breaks
But what can I do to get you
Back in my heart again
The towns top gun
Safe at number one
No man s will can change my life
Safe and certain
But now I m hurtin
So what can I do to...
Tonight I sit here with you
I can t believe what we ve just been through
When all has been said and done
I know that you re the one
Who s been sent to show me the meaning of love
That s why tonight
The beginning of my life
I ll start it right with you...
Fuiste mía
Sólo mía,
mía mía
cuando tu piel era fresca
como la hierba ba mojada
fuiste mía
sólo mía
cuando tu boca y tus ojos
de juvendtud rebosaban
fuiste mía
sólo mía
mía mía
cuando...
You and I have been chilling for a while now
Never knowing where this thing is gonna end
Will it be another kind of love thing
Or shall we stop and say we ll just be friends
Never thought it would end up being like this
Situation is getting...