Текст Matoma – Business

Marshall, sounds like an SOS…

Holy wack, unlyrical lyrics Andre, you’re fuckin’ right…

To the rapmobile, let’s go…

(Marshall, Marshall), bitches and gentlemen, it’s showtime, hurry hurry, step right up

You ’bout to witness hip-hop in it’s most purest, more rawest form, flow almost flawless, most
Hardest, most honest known artist, chip off the old block, but ol’ Doc is, (back), looks like
Batman brought his own Robin, oh God, Sadam’s got his own Laden, with his own private plane, his
Own pilot, set to blow college dorm rooms doors off the hinges, oranges, peach, pears, plums
Syringes, (vnn vnn), yeah here I come, I’m inches, away from you, dear fear none, hip-hop is in
A state of 911, so…

Let’s get down to business, I don’t got no time to play around, what is this, must be a circus in town
Let’s shut the shit down on these clowns, can I get a witness, (hell yeah)
Let’s get down to business, I don’t got no time to play around, what is this, must be a circus in town
Let’s shut the shit down on these clowns, can I get a witness, (hell yeah)…

So skip to your lou while I do what I do best, you ain’t even impressed no more, you’re used to
It, flows too wet, nobody close to it, nobody says it, but still everybody knows the shit, the
Most hated on out of all those who say they get hated on in eighty songs and exaggerate it all
So much, they make it all up, there’s no such thing, like a female with good looks, who cooks
And cleans, it just means so much more to so much more people when you’re rappin’ and you know
What for, the show must go on, so I’d like to welcome y’all to Marshall and Andre’s carnival
C’mon now…

You can
Even call collect, the most feared duet, since me and Elton played career Russian Roulette, and
Never even see me blink or get to bustin’ a sweat, people steppin’ over people just to rush to
The set, just to get to see an MC who breathes so freely, ease over these beat’s and be so
Breezy, Jesus how can shit be so easy, how can one Chandra be so Levy, turn on these beats
MC’s don’t see me, believe me BET and MTV are gonna grieve, when we leave, dog fo’ sheezy
Can’t leave rap alone, the game needs me, ’till we grow beards, get weird, and disappear into