Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Take A Rest, artist - Gang Starr. Album song Step In The Arena, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1989
Record label: Virgin Records America
Song language: English
Take A Rest |
«Now what you hear is not a test» |
«Now what you hear is not a test» |
«Now what you hear is not a test» |
«Now what you hear is not a test» |
Well goodness gracious, let me just take this |
Time out to pull a rhyme out, and update this |
For you and yours, simply because |
Some MCs have luck but suck |
So I pluck 'em like feathers on the back of a chicken |
'Cause I’m mad like a pit when my man says, «sic 'em» |
Positive is the mindstate, but it could still mean that |
I will kick a ill, malicious like mean rap |
Suckers they forced me to knock 'em all out and |
They think they know things like what I’m about and |
They try to analyze, criticize, scandalize |
The outcome is death, don’t ask me to sympathize |
Realize that I’m not to be played with |
I’ll flip so fast you won’t know I’m the same kid |
I’m tired and fed with all the weak stuff said |
All the phony-baloney that went out like Pro-Keds |
You’ve got no leads, so you shoot blanks |
It’s me the crowd thanks as I step to the top ranks |
Bankin' my money, and investin' it wisely |
Snatchin' up chumps when they try to sneak by me |
I’m the dominant one, call me the prominent one |
And as I’m speakin' I’ll be bombin' the dumb |
Deaf and blind 'cause I was born with a sharp mind |
Eatin' MCs with ease like it’s lunchtime |
Or crunchtime, when they get done without warning |
I’ll bust that butt from nighttime 'til morning |
Your song’s boring, and so I’m scoring |
Much points 'cause when it’s time to throw joints |
I cause havoc, the mic I grab is like savage |
I invade the stage, and make you get off |
The force is like a .38 blowin' your head off |
And that’s just in case you might be wearin' a vest |
'Cause you’re simply a pest in this mess, I suggest you |
«Take a rest» |
«If this meaning doesn’t manifest, put it to rest» |
«If this meaning doesn’t manifest, put it to rest» |
Don’t ever sleep son, peep one or two of these lines here |
Arranged by a great brain, delivering rhymes clear |
And concise with a nice dope voice and |
Killin' the fakes like a taste of some poison |
Punks are thinkin' they’re all of that, their voices are all flat |
They’re findin' their names in a wack rapper’s almanac |
Me follow that hollow crap, no way Jose |
I’ll seek out a better sound to somethin' Premier plays |
Days will go by, and soon you’ll know why |
MCs like me will rise like the Enterprise |
Starship, headin' straight for the target |
Destination, a place where no perpetration |
Is permitted, the Guru is with it to explain |
How some MCs are scared to ride on a 4 train |
Or any other train in the city for that matter |
Playin' a role that they stole like a batter |
But I know they ain’t so I’ll paint the real picture |
My vocals go solo and like a bolo I’ll hit ya |
Square in your face, I’ll crack the ribs in your chest |
'Cause you thought your off-brand jam was the best |
You fessed 'cause you guessed people would be impressed |
I’m gonna bust that bubble on the double |
«Take a rest» |
Sit back and reflect, ponder and chill out |
Rhymes like daggers make blood spill out |
But you can’t blame me for bringin' disaster |
With all these ducks claimin' that they’re the masters |
Only thing they mastered is how to get wacker |
As I roll uphill they roll downhill faster |
Now they’re wondering how they lost their touch |
Wanna buy my rhymes but mine cost too much |
I’m the innovative one, call me the creative one |
And I won’t stop 'til the job is done |
All the slobs just run when I come to get some |
'Cause they know better than to challenge this go-getter |
They get bust, you can trust 'cause I won’t let a |
Booty-ass rapper get wins against me? |
I guarantee that I won’t act friendly |
'Cause crabs have a nerve and deserve to get whipped on |
Their girls get kissed on while they get flipped on |
I slaughter and slay or slap 'em up quick |
'Cause the lyrics they kick make me seriously sick |
No substance, no value, but nevertheless |
They’re gettin' daytime play but I still say they should «take a rest» |
(DJ Premier cuts «take a rest» for four bars, then song fades) |