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mc zappa - 4 tha record كلمات الأغنية

they’re not takin’ me seriously!

[verse 1: mc zappa]

you know i gotta k!ll the beat like a video game boss
all the other suckas who rhymin’ so sh-tty and lame lost

they were about to drown, but i blew ‘em out the water
wouldn’t be suin’ ‘em for a quarter, ‘cuz i’m doin’ it just to slaughter

like nintendo’s old slogan, i keep playin’ wit’ power
every year, every month, every day; every hour

no chill; relaxin’ tough; i jazz, razzmatazz it up
now tell me if yo’ black -ss done had enough

or should i continue to funk you up like the sequence?
can you take it, or will it make you combust or fly to pieces?

i last longer than an elephant’s memory
and i’m guaranteed to deliver one h-lluva symphony

i was fed hip-hop in my curriculum
so all these mumblin’ m-th-f-ckas, i’m sick of ‘em

they couldn’t write a rhyme with a thousand dictionaries
they need ocarina time fountain wishin’ fairies

like sly and the family stone, they sing a simple song
and i can’t seem to remember where it went wrong

was it about around the time of the platinum chains?
that some disease attacked the rappers’ brains?

i’m tryna keep calm and express views intelligently
but that means nothin’ in today’s world, evidently

so i mighta oughta yell; i mighta oughta bell
but whatever the case, out, i will never sell

not tryna be political; i’m tryna keep it critical
yell it out from the u.s. to china, sweden, and brazil

behold; hip-hop grew back and regenerated
in the form of the style that mc zappa has innovated

i do it for the love of the game, not for the money or fame
so i refuse to let these imbeciles sully the name

and if yo’ -ss ever doubt for a second
i’ll let you know what it’s all about, for the record

[hook]

specializin’ in the rhymin’ for the record, of course!
specializin’ in the rhymin’ for the record, of course!

for the record, let it be known…

[verse 2: mc zappa]

real hip-hop; i know it like the back of my hand
that’s why i can’t stand ya, ‘cuz ya wack and ya bland

you claim to be hip-hop, but you unaffiliated
i’m really jaded, ‘cuz the sh-t is kinda silly, ain’t it?

all of your rhymes are stolen and pickpocketed
you start to fear when i’m throwin’ some bit-hop in it

mumble rap is the dumbest sh-t that i ever seen
unsustainable, ‘cuz you’re winter; i’m evergreen

yo, y’all a couple nickels short of a dime
and i’m sick of ya horrible, deplorable rhyme

you’re jokers; i’m batman; i’m dope, but you rap bland
yo, you all need to go home ‘cuz you wack, far

i’m rugged and tough, but you’re delicate as a daffodil
when i’m rappin’ ill, you’re beggin’ mc zappa “chill”

so don’t try to play the tough and aggressive
you’re a kitten tryna roar; i had enough of the fessin’

i’m charrin’, k!llin’, and breakin’ the artificial and fakin’
and if you disagree with that, go far and swim in a lake and

don’t come back ’till you’re as sharp as a thumbtack
if you try to return, then the fire will burn

get the f-ck outta here with that kidz bop bullsh-t
the only thing we doin’ here is hip-hop, no sh-t

i’m cuttin’ the switch; it’s a ruthless termination
like a magazine, i’ll put ya outta circulation

even though you’re nothin but p-wns in the conspiracy
i’ll still destroy with this song; i wrote it lyrically

you’ll never begin to be more than a facsimile
like a weak dragon, you’re incapable of spittin’ heat

like public enemy, they wack, so i shut ‘em down
word; we need to go back to the underground

and if yo’ -ss ever doubt for a second
i’ll let you know what it’s all about for the record

[hook]

specializin’ in the rhymin’ for the record, of course!
specializin’ in the rhymin’ for the record, of course!

for the record, let it be known…

[verse 3: mc zappa]

if my rhyme was a drug, it might be a medicinal grade
enemies, i smite thee wit’ a lyrical blade

so the rhyme won’t cease until i turn the microphone off
and like biz markie, i’m ‘bout to go off

yo, because to wack rhymes, i am allergic
i broke out in freestyle every time that i heard it

no disrespect to suck mcs, and no offense
but mumble rap and hip-hop cannot coexist

vocals are paint, and the beat is my canvas
none of you mumblin’ m-th-f-ckas could understand this

yo, i put my own spin on a cl-ssic
my rhymes are steel, but your lyrics are plastic

rappers be not writin’ and bitin’ it like a raticate
that’s why the market is flooded with the wackest sh-t

nothin’ but hot air and empty calories
and these rappers ain’t nothin’ but simps wit’ salaries

there’s more to hip-hop than repet-tive hooks
and yo, i gotta say, it ain’t as def as it looks

matter of fact, it ain’t worth diddly squat
but they all shiver in shock when i lyrically rock

i strike with the mic, and i’m attackin’ ‘em wit’ rhythm
if it was illegal to be wack, they’d be in prison

word, cuz they committin’ a felony
but i’ll execute wit’ a riff and melody

my music is dangerous; looney, deranged and nuts
they try to knock me, but the fools, they ain’t fazin’ us

spittin’ wack verbal diarrhea like ipecac
they shrink back, and i break ‘em to bric-a-brac

when you hear what i orchestrate, there won’t be any more debate
you’ll say “d-mn!” ‘cuz i’m bustin’ the watergate

and if yo -ss ever doubt for a second
i’ll let you know what it’s all about, for the record

- mc zappa

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