Текст Onyx – Slam
Текст:
Slam! (duh duh duh, duh duh duh — Let the boys be boys!) x2
Verse 1:
Well, it’s another (What!?) In the gutter (What!?) Ghetto runnin’ ’em
Troublesome — Extra double dum; I come to beat ’em
Now everyone wanna say I’m grimy (Yeah, I know!)
I’m-a show ya’ how; Come on! (All in together now!)
Yeah, ooh, yeah — YEAH! — That’s how it’s gotta be, so
Stop tryin’ to be loud as me, ’cause you can’t do that!
Think about it! Playin’ Russian roulette with an automatic,
I put my ass against the line, the last bullet is first — on line
Toughest step, and I rep and I run; Packin’ a weapon is wild!
Peace to the brothers on Ryker’s Isle — Toughen up; A-tremble-em-ba-lin
Like a crimin-a-million puffs I took: I — ooh, my God, I’m so high!
Just they say, «Hey, Rodney, » say, «You look like a —
— Grem-a-lin!» A What!? Just they say to make a kid
Make a million children slam! Slam! SLAM!
Slam! (duh duh duh, duh duh duh — Let the boys be boys!) x4
Verse 2:
I’m the mean ‘n nasty, greedy-smashing, ever-slow-gasser (Ooh!)
Strictly swift blast of the raspy-rasp basher (Aah!)
That I provide — I provide that you was cheap!
Beside the ghetto vibe make me flip like Jeckle and Hyde (Of Course!)
I come across with the pure, for sure
Un-adult-a-rated, un-conformed
Disgusted! Busted! You wanna touch it! Too hot!
You forgot, you’re not ready! Your head could get ruptured!
Hit between the eyes; I plan to vandalize
I supply the static (I roll with the bad guys!)
The villians (Yup), Crooks (HA), biters and the fighters!
My mind: It’s graphic. Expressed it. Grasp it.
So, kill the copy cat — I can’t: It’s all mastered!
Directed it. When ya’ least expected it
And thought it was safe, ONYX hit you in the face, so SLAM!
Slam! (duh duh duh, duh duh duh — Let the boys be boys!) x4
Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz
I’m a b-boy
Standin in my b-boy stance
Hurry up and give me the microphone before I bust in my pants
The mad author of anguish; my language, polluted
Onyx is heavyweight (
Sonsee
And still undisputed!)
He took the words right out my mouth and walked a mile in my shoes
I’ve paid so many dues, I feel used and abused
And I’m… so confused
Umm, excuse me, for example
I’m the inspiration, for a WHOLE generation
And unless you got 10 Sticky Fingers
It’s straight immitation
A figment, of your imagination
But but but but wait it gets worse!
I’m not watered down so I’m dyin of thirst
Comin thru with a scam, a foolproof plan
B-boys make some noise, and just, JUST SLAM!
Slam! (duh duh duh, duh duh duh — Let the boys be boys!) x8
SLAM!
