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Letra : Kickin’ wicked Rhymes
Excuse me, uh, ladies and gentlemen?
We regret to inform you that the rock band Warp 97
Will not be joining us this evening (crowd jeers)
But instead, here to kick some wicked rhymes-
Unghh! (Altercation ensues)
(C'mon, get up)
(gimme the mic, gimme the mic!)
Kickin' wicked rhymes like a fortune teller
Kickin' like Bruce Lee's Chinese Connection
Kickin' kickin' like Bruce Lee's Chinese Connеction
Kickin' wicked rhymes like a fortunе teller (yeah!)
Hello everybody, do you and yours
My name is Ad-Rock, I'm from the B-boys
I go by the sign of, umm Scorpio
You know I rock ya' body in ster-E-er-E-O
Been down with the hurra- since like, umm 86'
Call the paramedic cause' my man is sick
I kicks it like Renaldo from brazil, it's ill
I've gots to get my medicine and chill
It's just I'm gettin' heated by the way things is
Who says racism ain't the same biz?
It's a joke what the man calls 'rehabilitation'
Keepin' all the money for the business relation
People in New York gettin' mad as hell
We should rob the cops for the keys to the cell
Tell Giuliani, "go to hell and stick it!"
My name is Ad-Rock and I'm known to go kick it
Kickin' wicked rhymes like a fortune teller
Kickin' like Bruce Lee's Chinese Connection
Kickin' kickin' like Bruce Lee's Chinese Connection
Kickin' wicked rhymes like a fortune teller
Check it out, just get ready (uh!) cause it's far from funny
My name is Black Thought and I'm bout' to make money
Here come the flamethrowa' back taking thing over [?]
Dance on yo' ass like a grass monkey
Who handle and tuck? I'm Philly, like gamblin' huh
So scramble and duck, It's like I'm c*ckin hammers to buck
The party people throw they mits up, that's if ya get it
I spit the most blaze alphabetic
They used to call me hot-headed
Now they call me crown-dreaded Black
I'm Hurricane Carter puttin' rappers on they back
Make ya drop ya spliff and throw up ya cognac
Dealin' with this, I bring the full-frontal attack
The Intergalactic Planetary master, Black Thought
Storm like Hurra, bring the weather report
And let em' know you been around since hot sauce and chicken
Fat rope chains, and wicked rhymes I'm kickin' like
H-U-double R-to the-A, from around the way
Kickin' every day of the week to a dope beat
You can't sleep on this style, cause it's Buckwild
Flippin' this sh*t cause we so versatile
Makin you shake similar to an earthquake
When I take the stand, mic in hand
Then I land like Delta, you never felt a-
Notha' brother that could come and melt ya'
Helped ya when you was down and out, got mad clout
Jealous? What's that all about?
We come hard, just like an all-out Blitz
We make hits, then I'm eatin' eggs and grits
I don't quit, cause I spit the flame that's hot
We rock non-stop up and down your block
As the clock starts tickin,' the lighter starts flickin'
Now I'm eating chicken with the rhymes that I'm kickin'
Kickin' wicked rhymes like a fortune teller
Kickin' like Bruce Lee's Chinese connection
Kickin' kickin' like Bruce Lee's Chinese connection
Kickin' wicked rhymes like a fortune teller
(kick it on the amp!)
We regret to inform you that the rock band Warp 97
Will not be joining us this evening (crowd jeers)
But instead, here to kick some wicked rhymes-
Unghh! (Altercation ensues)
(C'mon, get up)
(gimme the mic, gimme the mic!)
Kickin' wicked rhymes like a fortune teller
Kickin' like Bruce Lee's Chinese Connection
Kickin' kickin' like Bruce Lee's Chinese Connеction
Kickin' wicked rhymes like a fortunе teller (yeah!)
Hello everybody, do you and yours
My name is Ad-Rock, I'm from the B-boys
I go by the sign of, umm Scorpio
You know I rock ya' body in ster-E-er-E-O
Been down with the hurra- since like, umm 86'
Call the paramedic cause' my man is sick
I kicks it like Renaldo from brazil, it's ill
I've gots to get my medicine and chill
It's just I'm gettin' heated by the way things is
Who says racism ain't the same biz?
It's a joke what the man calls 'rehabilitation'
Keepin' all the money for the business relation
People in New York gettin' mad as hell
We should rob the cops for the keys to the cell
Tell Giuliani, "go to hell and stick it!"
My name is Ad-Rock and I'm known to go kick it
Kickin' wicked rhymes like a fortune teller
Kickin' like Bruce Lee's Chinese Connection
Kickin' kickin' like Bruce Lee's Chinese Connection
Kickin' wicked rhymes like a fortune teller
Check it out, just get ready (uh!) cause it's far from funny
My name is Black Thought and I'm bout' to make money
Here come the flamethrowa' back taking thing over [?]
Dance on yo' ass like a grass monkey
Who handle and tuck? I'm Philly, like gamblin' huh
So scramble and duck, It's like I'm c*ckin hammers to buck
The party people throw they mits up, that's if ya get it
I spit the most blaze alphabetic
They used to call me hot-headed
Now they call me crown-dreaded Black
I'm Hurricane Carter puttin' rappers on they back
Make ya drop ya spliff and throw up ya cognac
Dealin' with this, I bring the full-frontal attack
The Intergalactic Planetary master, Black Thought
Storm like Hurra, bring the weather report
And let em' know you been around since hot sauce and chicken
Fat rope chains, and wicked rhymes I'm kickin' like
H-U-double R-to the-A, from around the way
Kickin' every day of the week to a dope beat
You can't sleep on this style, cause it's Buckwild
Flippin' this sh*t cause we so versatile
Makin you shake similar to an earthquake
When I take the stand, mic in hand
Then I land like Delta, you never felt a-
Notha' brother that could come and melt ya'
Helped ya when you was down and out, got mad clout
Jealous? What's that all about?
We come hard, just like an all-out Blitz
We make hits, then I'm eatin' eggs and grits
I don't quit, cause I spit the flame that's hot
We rock non-stop up and down your block
As the clock starts tickin,' the lighter starts flickin'
Now I'm eating chicken with the rhymes that I'm kickin'
Kickin' wicked rhymes like a fortune teller
Kickin' like Bruce Lee's Chinese connection
Kickin' kickin' like Bruce Lee's Chinese connection
Kickin' wicked rhymes like a fortune teller
(kick it on the amp!)
