CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Ain’t Sayin’ Nothing
I'm suspicious of Whites who join Negroes and always have to be in the lead; who always have to be the head, who always have to be "at the top" in Negro organizations. Those Whites who really have the interest of Blacks at heart, let 'em give some advice to some Negroes and stand on the sidelines, but don't join the organization and then get at the head of it and pose as a friend of Negroеs
You're rappin' fast, but you ain't sayin' nothin'
You a rappin' ass, but you ain't sayin' nothin'!
You're rappin' fast, but you ain't sayin' nothin'
You a rappin' ass, but you ain't sayin' nothin!
You're rappin' fast—fast, you'rе rappin' fast— fast
You're rappin' fast, but you ain't sayin' nothin'!
You're rappin' fast, but you ain't sayin' nothin'
You a rappin' ass, rappin' ass, rappin' ass (Yeah)
I gets bread n***a, I was breastfed
Shot off a n***a left leg on his deathbed
I don't need a bussdown, I know how to tell time
You're sus now, the sun's at twelve o'clock, that's the twelfth sign
I don't need a Phantom, a Honda Civic is well fine
I sell crime, and Apple Express buyin' 'til the 12 [?]
Smell twelve twelve times, get low, avoid jail time
With twelve white b*t*hes in a hotel
All doin' twelve lines for the twelfth time
Twelve times twelve times twelve times
In room 1212, on the twelfth day of Christmas
Call me Saint Nicholas
Pick a thick b*t*h that ain't ticklish, give her the stiffest d**k
Then lick her clitoris like licorice
Twelve seconds left 'fore the beat drops, I beatbox
To the beat, like Biz goin' off the beat, the beat knocks
Through avenues and street blocks
They like, "Az Izz, the world is yours" like Nas and Pete Rock's
We aren't a violent group. When we see our people being brutalized by white bigots, white racists, uh... we think that they are foolish
You're rappin' fast, but you ain't sayin' nothin'
You a rappin' ass, but you ain't sayin' nothin'!
You're rappin' fast, but you ain't sayin' nothin'
You a rappin' ass, but you ain't sayin' nothin!
You're rappin' fast—fast, you're rappin' fast— fast
You're rappin' fast, but you ain't sayin' nothin'!
You're rappin' fast, but you ain't sayin' nothin'
You a rappin' ass, rappin' ass, rappin' ass (Yo)
Midnight comes, that's the only way that I can tell time
Twelve voices in my head got me committin' twelve crimes
I grab the razorblade, slash his body up twelve times
Wrote "XII" with his blood to leave my gang sign
Talk sh*t, a dozen dudes'll jump you, see the hell rise
Nothin' but fists and kicks flown at your ass from twelve sides
When you see the light, 'bout to accept your demise
You'll realize it's my Timbs stompin' you out, b*t*h, twelve size
f**kin' fake rapper sheep, keep tryna steal my thunder
f**k six feet deep, I'll leave you twelve feet under
Got your twelve seconds of fame from being one-hit wonders
Make me wanna grab the gat and leave you leakin' like a Gusher
Said I'll grab the f**kin' twelve-gauge and let the f**kin' twelve spray
Corpse mangled in twelve ways up on Twelfth Street for twelve days
This for the pedo freaks that f**k kids around the twelve age
Ironic that R. Kelly named his first album 12 Play
12 Play? Twelve play, got so much built-up rage (Rage!)
Got a lot up on my hitlist, bunch of bodies on my wishlist
Got twelve lines of white girl snorted by twelve white b*t*hes
In the month of December, that's my twelve days of white Christmas
I'm p*ssed, b*t*h, haters talkin' sh*t ain't got they mob up
Y'all screamin, "f**k twelve" and snitch the minute y'all get shot up
Get caught up, with gangs of threes and sixes, get your squad up
Or 12 Angry Men in vans will blow your f**kin' block up
Leavin' blatant lies every day, just like the Bible
Seek to kill the freshest rapper, that's why I'm suicidal
It's a cycle, leavin' all my rivals dead on arrival
I'm walkin' Jesus, b*t*h, still lookin' for my twelve disciples
Gone
You're rappin' fast, but you ain't sayin' nothin'
You a rappin' ass, but you ain't sayin' nothin'!
You're rappin' fast, but you ain't sayin' nothin'
You a rappin' ass, but you ain't sayin' nothin!
You're rappin' fast—fast, you're rappin' fast— fast
You're rappin' fast, but you ain't sayin' nothin'!
You're rappin' fast, but you ain't sayin' nothin'
You a rappin' ass, rappin' ass, rappin' ass
Show me in the White community where a comedian is a White leader. Show me in the White community where a singer is a White leader, or a dancer, or a trumpet player is a White leader. These aren't leaders, these are puppets and clowns that—
You're rappin' fast, but you ain't sayin' nothin'
You a rappin' ass, but you ain't sayin' nothin'!
You're rappin' fast, but you ain't sayin' nothin'
You a rappin' ass, but you ain't sayin' nothin!
You're rappin' fast—fast, you'rе rappin' fast— fast
You're rappin' fast, but you ain't sayin' nothin'!
You're rappin' fast, but you ain't sayin' nothin'
You a rappin' ass, rappin' ass, rappin' ass (Yeah)
I gets bread n***a, I was breastfed
Shot off a n***a left leg on his deathbed
I don't need a bussdown, I know how to tell time
You're sus now, the sun's at twelve o'clock, that's the twelfth sign
I don't need a Phantom, a Honda Civic is well fine
I sell crime, and Apple Express buyin' 'til the 12 [?]
Smell twelve twelve times, get low, avoid jail time
With twelve white b*t*hes in a hotel
All doin' twelve lines for the twelfth time
Twelve times twelve times twelve times
In room 1212, on the twelfth day of Christmas
Call me Saint Nicholas
Pick a thick b*t*h that ain't ticklish, give her the stiffest d**k
Then lick her clitoris like licorice
Twelve seconds left 'fore the beat drops, I beatbox
To the beat, like Biz goin' off the beat, the beat knocks
Through avenues and street blocks
They like, "Az Izz, the world is yours" like Nas and Pete Rock's
We aren't a violent group. When we see our people being brutalized by white bigots, white racists, uh... we think that they are foolish
You're rappin' fast, but you ain't sayin' nothin'
You a rappin' ass, but you ain't sayin' nothin'!
You're rappin' fast, but you ain't sayin' nothin'
You a rappin' ass, but you ain't sayin' nothin!
You're rappin' fast—fast, you're rappin' fast— fast
You're rappin' fast, but you ain't sayin' nothin'!
You're rappin' fast, but you ain't sayin' nothin'
You a rappin' ass, rappin' ass, rappin' ass (Yo)
Midnight comes, that's the only way that I can tell time
Twelve voices in my head got me committin' twelve crimes
I grab the razorblade, slash his body up twelve times
Wrote "XII" with his blood to leave my gang sign
Talk sh*t, a dozen dudes'll jump you, see the hell rise
Nothin' but fists and kicks flown at your ass from twelve sides
When you see the light, 'bout to accept your demise
You'll realize it's my Timbs stompin' you out, b*t*h, twelve size
f**kin' fake rapper sheep, keep tryna steal my thunder
f**k six feet deep, I'll leave you twelve feet under
Got your twelve seconds of fame from being one-hit wonders
Make me wanna grab the gat and leave you leakin' like a Gusher
Said I'll grab the f**kin' twelve-gauge and let the f**kin' twelve spray
Corpse mangled in twelve ways up on Twelfth Street for twelve days
This for the pedo freaks that f**k kids around the twelve age
Ironic that R. Kelly named his first album 12 Play
12 Play? Twelve play, got so much built-up rage (Rage!)
Got a lot up on my hitlist, bunch of bodies on my wishlist
Got twelve lines of white girl snorted by twelve white b*t*hes
In the month of December, that's my twelve days of white Christmas
I'm p*ssed, b*t*h, haters talkin' sh*t ain't got they mob up
Y'all screamin, "f**k twelve" and snitch the minute y'all get shot up
Get caught up, with gangs of threes and sixes, get your squad up
Or 12 Angry Men in vans will blow your f**kin' block up
Leavin' blatant lies every day, just like the Bible
Seek to kill the freshest rapper, that's why I'm suicidal
It's a cycle, leavin' all my rivals dead on arrival
I'm walkin' Jesus, b*t*h, still lookin' for my twelve disciples
Gone
You're rappin' fast, but you ain't sayin' nothin'
You a rappin' ass, but you ain't sayin' nothin'!
You're rappin' fast, but you ain't sayin' nothin'
You a rappin' ass, but you ain't sayin' nothin!
You're rappin' fast—fast, you're rappin' fast— fast
You're rappin' fast, but you ain't sayin' nothin'!
You're rappin' fast, but you ain't sayin' nothin'
You a rappin' ass, rappin' ass, rappin' ass
Show me in the White community where a comedian is a White leader. Show me in the White community where a singer is a White leader, or a dancer, or a trumpet player is a White leader. These aren't leaders, these are puppets and clowns that—
