Too Many Rappers feat. Nas

歌詞

Mic Check (Nas) Mic Check One (one) two (two) three (three) Too many rappers and there's still not enough emcees It goes three (three) two (two) one (one) MCA Adrock Mike D that's how we get it done like Ladies and gents attention Nas in the house With Beastie Boys we can turn it out Perpetrators we can point eem out So if you got somethin' on your mind let it out Yo I been in the game since before you was born I might still be emceeinf even after you're gone Strange thought I know but my skills still grow The 80fs the 90fs 2000fs and so On and on until the crack of dawn Until the year 3000 and beyond Stay up all night and I M.C and Never die cuz death is the cousin sleep eCuz I'm back with the bang boogie oogie oogie Strawberry letter 23 like shuggie Oh my god just look at me grandpa been rappin' since e83 Oifm supersonic like J.J. Fad Got crazy pullin out the bag Don't forget the tartar sauce yo cuz it's sad All these crab rappers they're rappin' like crabs I have carte blanche the vagabond Nas is a narcissist my pockets are rotund I'm no killa, but compared to you I'm more realer You aint a a mobster or a drug dealer A slug peeler you're not mafioso no You aint got the cutthroat in ya beginner I aint tryin' to hear your racket You work with police dog you snitch you rat you wear that jacket How many rappers must get dissed Gimmie 8 bars and watch me bless this I start to reminisce when I miss The real hip hop with which I persist like Rum in mojitos Bullets in banditos Matzah balls and soup Jackets and Troop Yes Yfall this is one for the history books Nasty Nas whatfs the word count it off in the hook One (one) two (two) three (three) Too many rappers and there's still not enough emcees It goes three (three) two (two) one (one) MCA Adrock Mike D that's how we get it done like Ladies and gents attention Nas in the house With Beastie Boys we can turn it out Perpetrators we can point eem out So if you got somethin' on your mind let it out Cuz this the type of lyric goes inside your brain To blow you bullshit rappers straight out the frame My lyrics spin round like a hurricane twister So get your hologram on off of Wolf Blitzer Too many rappers to shake a stick at I oughta charge a tax for every weak rap I had to listen to ecuz we be makin' stacks Like Stax records My squad we gotta pack We never coming wack To all you crab rappers and hackers And circumventers souped on splendour I take the cake I stole the mould The golden microphone well that's mine to hold And why all these biters all up in my crotch-space sniffin muffin huffin And mean mugginf with a Blimpie Bluffin Back up off me sucka you aint sayin' nothin I'm broader than Broadway I was in project hallways Dual tape recorder lacinf auditoriums all day I'm just getting started on this beat this is foreplay And when this song finished yfall can sing along with this By the way I have a strong fetish For Christian Louboutin steppers I hear Russian blondes the wettest But anyway I better pay homage to my fellas And that's whatfs on my mind and the rhyme whofs next up Mike D The man of mystery History in the makinf and now we're takinf Titles awards and accolades Scarin the competition as I sharpen my blades We come together like peanut butter and sandwiches Like pen and paper like Picasso & canvases Rockin' stadiums and shitty bars Go back in time send a fax from my car One (one) two (two) three (three) Too many rappers and there's still not enough emcees It goes three (three) two (two) one (one) MCA Adrock Mike D that's how we get it done like Ladies and gents attention Nas in the house With Beastie Boys we can turn it out Perpetrators we can point eem out So if you got somethin' on your mind let it out