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blackeyed blonde - dedicated to the professionals كلمات الأغنية

how do-dle you how
ask my rhyme and my mind and my crew
it’s too fonkey here yes fonkey
so what i have to do for you
get a job cut broth’ cause that’s not the way i am
it took 23 years to create a better man
if i step to the right side
some brothers try to hit
they said “-ss music makers”
what do you think “they don’t quit!” (yeah)
blah, blah, blah, i must laughin’ ’bout this
for those professional artformers, yo band take a kiss

there’s a delicious entertainment that we’re fighting for
not to play just to play, but some rapcore
but what do you see some directors tried to treat us
like some pop kids, really, they don’t need us
yo professionals i got a message for the next time
if you bust my -ss, i’ll make your head mine
so chill, real chill, with this band do’
if not i’ll take a nine and let ya -ss go!

too smooth! why for? we’ve got nothin’ to prove
too h-ll with your pop groove, that’s the f-ckin’ truth
i got no words to lose about you wretched superfloos
little worms… you’re gonna creep to our shoes!

i’ll take a cut and a f-ck, take ya money home
we are artists and you’re not so b-tch ya pop ‘lone
no more words, but ya realize i’ll f-ck your face down
if you wanna touch this band, you’ll hear my gunsound

f-ck this f-ck that f-ck that f-ck this
please check ya own thing, naaah, i don’t miss
take a p-ss, but remember, you the first in my list
if ya turn back, boom! you see… don’t p-ss
we are hard and we know what we have to do
we are bring back brothers straight out da fonkey school!
yes cool ya b.e.b. got to move ya
what’s in this life, life without a rap fool ya!
it’s over now, how some bullsh-t get’s fonkey
bullsh-t get’s dronkey, you act like a monkey
diddeli diddeli di, yo
diddeli diddeli do, go
b.e.b rhymers are dead
f-ck, no!

we takin’ a cut, yes on ya last breath
we’re rockin’ it undercover power
your sh-t is powerless (uhhh)
buh, buh, ha, that’s what i’m sayin’
you’re turnin’ good to bad, f-ckin’ sellout is what you’re prayin’
i’m sick of it sick, youre guitar’s not da game
da game is your shame, so checkin’ all out da fonkey flame! (now)

that’s how we’re rulin’
we don’t have a need to justify
’cause we are proud shout it out in doin’ that thing
that no one, no one else could bring
and if ya think that you got da f-ck
to tell us about
see we got da soul
to count you out…

hey brothers, what, yo we’re fightin’ for that sh-t
h-ll yeah brotha! together we roll da people’s trip
hit, hit, my man, rock those brains, let ’em in…
hit brains, break professional chains and you will win
pop me, pop you, pop you, pop me
pop is what you go, but not da b.e.b
we are still street fonkers, still don’t pray a day
you wann try us, shotgun, that’s what i say
black – eyed – blonde, it’s for da youth quake
somethin’ with trouble, one hand against da fonk fake
fonk ya, fonk ya, b.e.b. got to fonk ya!
what’s in this life, life without a rap drunk ya
it’s over now, how some bullsh-t get’s fonkey
bullsh-t get’s dronkey, you act like a monkey
diddeli diddeli di, yo
diddeli diddeli do, go
b.e.b players are flat
f-ck, no!

[chorus]
that’s how we’re livin’
we givin’ a f-ck
that’s how we’re spinin’
da hardcore drug
so what… so what… so what…
so what… yo, b.e.b. take a cut!
so what… so what… so what…
so what… yo, b.e.b. take a cut!
so what… so what… so what…
so what… yo, b.e.b. take a cut!
so whatta, whatta, whatta want!
so whatta, whatta, whatta want, man!
so whatta, whatta, whatta want!
so whatta, whatta, whatta want, man!
so whatta, whatta, whatta want (so what…)
fossiles of yesterday your race is run (so what…)
feel da sound, it’s da sound, it’s da way (so what…)
how music has to be like a storm, earthquake
or a f-ckin’ ca-“taste”-trophy
what… so what… so what…
so what… yo, b.e.b. take a cut!
so what… so what… so what…
so what… yo, b.e.b. take a cut!
ha! you f-ckers!

- blackeyed blonde

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