| Haha, I tell 'em better hold tight
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| Blabberman 'pon di mic, haffi mash up di place now
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| We do them shootin' on sight
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| Lyrical trigger 'pon cock, we be the shogun tribe, yo
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| It’s gonna be alright
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| 'Cause we strapped with mad skills and we bring 'em to the cypher
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| So tell 'em better hold tight
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| Blabberman 'pon di mic, haffi mash up di place now
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| Mash up di place!
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| So, check it out, my blade faster
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| That meanin' my grey matter splatter, my rhyme data
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| Then shatterin' rappers like glass platters
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| Mad as a mad-hatter when I gather my team
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| You wanna smoke weed? |
| (Alright!)
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| But we rather be in the lab puttin' tracks together
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| I’m fed up with all these suckers who pretend, yo
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| Makin' wack emcees fail like gravity wins, yo
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| Now they ask me who’s my top three
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| I’m like, «Well it depends, though»
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| Of course it’s I, myself, and me until the end, yo
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| Then I’ma bust a verse fresh like Lord Finesse and crush 'em
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| Maybe not the best but better than a lot of motherfuckers
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| You wanna roll up on me? |
| I warn you, you can’t touch us
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| We swarmin' on your crew, now that’s a lotta motherfuckers
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| These shogun swords will chop ya, bumbaclot ya
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| Fuck ya whole shit up and send ya home in separate boxes
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| I’m a microphone sensei, Rap-Buddah, hip-hopper
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| My parents call me «Ruben», for you it’s still Mr. Blabber, check it out
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| Blabberman 'pon di mic, haffi mash up di place now
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| We do them shootin' on sight
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| Lyrical trigger 'pon cock, we be the shogun tribe, yo
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| It’s gonna be alright
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| 'Cause we strapped with mad skills and we bring 'em to the cypher
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| So tell 'em better hold tight
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| Blabberman 'pon di mic, haffi mash up di place now
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| Mash up di place!
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| 'Cause I got bangers incomin' like «Check the meteor», watch
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| I’m slammin' a crater the size of a stadium when my next release drop
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| And I drop tracks like mortar fire that’s more fire
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| I gotta live life first to make tunes, that’s how my brain is wired
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| I stay inspired, keep it fresh, ain’t no need to stress
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| Got material for days and the competition ain’t shit
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| I exercise and write my daily verse, I gotta stay fit
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| Ey, yo, I’m lettin' my voice be heard when I rock this (yeah)
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| So, I step in the booth and let it out, it’s therapeutic
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| With some Buddah blessin' anything I’m doin' is on the strength of my music
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| Now my rhymes turned to business and business is boomin'
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| So when Blabberman 'pon di mic peoples join the movement
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| While rappers need improvin', we steadily levelin' up some more
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| Hit the lab to record some more to make the crowd give it up some more
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| Haters wanna hate but I give less than a fuck some more
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| Mash up di place when I step in the jam to bust some more (alright)
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| Hold tight now!
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| Blabberman 'pon di mic, haffi mash up di place now
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| We do them shootin' on sight
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| Lyrical trigger 'pon cock, we be the shogun tribe, yo
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| It’s gonna be alright
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| 'Cause we strapped with mad skills and we bring 'em to the cypher
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| So tell 'em better hold tight
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| Blabberman 'pon di mic, haffi mash up di place now
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| Mash up di place! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Alright , by - BlabberMouf. Song from the album Da Flowin' Dutchman, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп