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capital tax - treetop connection كلمات أغنية

[intro]
yo rudy, i wanna, er, say something before we play
go ahead, man

[verse 1]
freeze! n0body move! hold your brain cells
you can never keep up, i beat you to the train bell
rains, got some things in the track
i freak the funk and the funk freaks me back
you can’t ground the steel when the steel is hot
the master’s h_lla potent and he’s making you bop with crocs
i fold your ass like a futon, crouton
i like to step the stage with my timberland boots on
i break off, take off on you motormouth f_ckers
[?] with the words that i speak, you can’t tuck a
brother under thе rug, catch a slug, you b_st_rd
i’m freaking on the beats and i might not stеal plasters
hit launch productions is phat
snapping the bills of their face so they can’t quack
push ’em in the flame with the microwave brainstorm heat rap
i stimulate, motivate the party with ease
i’m immune to the bites from the mc fleas
i pinch ’em and fl!ck ’em off, the stage is mine
the jh is the boss and he rips your behind
fall back, way wack with your contacts
so you can see me busting over swole tracks
i sue mcs that talk that dumb sh_t
blow a big bubble, pop ’em when the drum kicks
messy like marvin ’cause i splatter
plus i roll ’em over like a steamroller, flatter
it doesn’t matter if you strike, or field or batter
i rip the mic, crush the mic, flip the mic, melt the mic
i’m kryptonite, brighter than broad light
uh, i’m the treetop connection
[verse 2]
well, i’m the next one from the collection
i’m striving for perfection and this my mantis selection
so i’m gonna have to make it funky
like a hookers monkey and, yo, i do not take no junk, g
my rhymes are on top just like a steeple
they tryna slow my people, like danny glover, i am lethal
with my weapon, so keep on stepping you punk_ass coward
i’m motherf_cking psycho so i poke you in the shower
coming up slow but soon i’ll reach the top
every time i rhyme i get off like it’s my stop
and punks with a passion, you know my rhymes is smashin’
i’m not the lord above but, yo, i will be castin’
suckers like you and you, i k!ll your whole crew
have your friends lookin’ for you like scooby_doo
now that you’re missin’, why don’t you listen?
i’m dissin’ and you so scared that you p_ssin’

[verse 3]
maximum is at the treetop with the master, word is bond
at the peak of freakin’ rhymes but we still climbing on
smooth g freaks the beat, a real mc dreams of rhymin’ on
but still i’m pickin’ up the rhythm and you know my time it is
word is bond, i puffed up then cracked the forty
weed type: buddha thai, my lyrics are fortified
and guaranteed to freak and rock the whole tribe
and pump up this jam like a pair of reeboks
funky like your sneakers with feet but no socks
you might think i’m nuts but i’m in touch with reality
on this day of knowledge power be born true equality
you’re chosen to specialize in the sk!lls of weak rhymers
and do ’em real quick so you can pop them with a timer
this boy sounds scoring ’em, ducks i’m flooring ’em
your posse ran up, i kept well like emporium
and when i’m done taxin’, you can find me maxin’ at the treetop
[break]
yeah and you don’t stop
[?]
and you don’t stop

[verse 4]
i hear you wanted something, drop mics [?] kind of heavy
music [?] barges through like a chevy
taking all the phonies, the chickens and baloneys
make your sandwich, showin’ ’em we’re really doing damage here
’cause i don’ think they know and if they get it
we can act so dumb, frontin’ like they want something
[?] shuffles and hurdles like a track star
the further i go, the closer you stay where you are
so watch your step and tie your [?] shoestrings tight
eyesight is very important for your first fight
i make it clear for ears to comprehend
i send, then bend, break, bash and i crash
[?] with another black on my back
blackjack, back up or get smacked
like an h.o., we’ll send [?] with chicken
you say, “stop!”, but the clock’s still tickin’

[break]
and you don’t stop
[verse 5]
the cats sit in the front, puff blunts that are slammin’
it’s the treetop from ’93, goddammit
hangin’ with my n_ggas jh and the father
can’t hold back, the last vocal on the saga
the masha, t and the slasher
so now it’s time to rip shop and slash sh_t when you pass the
mic up on the left_hand side to [?]
ass n_gga who talks more sh_t than paul mooney
it’s super, vibrate your limbs like a [?]
and peace out to my n_ggas smooth g and [?]
super fat tracks for the rhyme insurrection
in a second, but check the twelve joints on my record
they slammin’, stricken with the [?] hit styles, b
that’s word to my granny and my grand papi
so slap me some skit and then i cause [?]
with the eighth in my hand now, would wear the jacket
so dig it for a sec as i freak you with the sloppy hip_hop, g
yo, peep this technique, it’s the tree, known as tmd
i wanna say peace to the maximum and my man [?]
i swings it like a check when it’s time for some flavor
and get your gears goin’ ’cause rudy destroy the fader
wait! [?] rap statutory
mc ain’t lame hate hookers that’s corny
and that’s how it is when i flex ’em
i’m out, ct for a treetop connection

- capital tax

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