Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Is A Test, artist - Paris. Album song The Devil Made Me Do It, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1989
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Guerrilla Funk
Song language: English
This Is A Test |
Too many sounds irritate my earholes |
Like Planet Rock beats from L.A. hoes |
The same old thing, same old shit I’m tired |
Was once on the payroll about to be fired |
Black radio shame, pop rap’s to blame |
Program your playlist to sound the same |
With a disco tempo, cliche intro |
Wack rap tracks for commercial shows |
Mindless music for the masses has to take |
Time away from the real rap master |
So I’ll stay cool for community airplay |
While ratings slip for the shit that you play |
This is a test a lesson to be observed |
No wack rhymes are heard I keep on raising the curve |
Back and forth I never stick I’m soft I just run it |
Punks’ll shun it, gangs keeping girlies on it |
Paris is the dog, much doper than morphine |
Sick with the style so you can say you’ve seen |
The radical magical man, master of master plan |
So smooth from beginning to end |
This is a test, back it up when I’m in the place |
And all hail to the dog with the righteous bass |
The boss I come across rough on your radio wave |
Terror on two-track whenever I’m played |
Punks keep stepping that’s the reason why I |
Come through sicker than a L.A. drive-by |
By dropping bombs in songs y’all keep singing along |
So smooth it couldn’t never go wrong |
This is a test |
Yo dig |
When you buy a rap record do you buy it for dance moves |
Or do you buy rap cause the lyrics are smooth |
Cause if you wanna dance you should stick with the other one |
And leave the dog alone till the dancing is done |
But then when you’re ready for the brother who leads |
And feeds all rap lovers with rhymes like these |
I dish a little taste of the bass of Scarface |
And pace the rhyme space to chase the weak-kneed |
Cause I don’t play -- Well my name ain’t |
Or A-T-C, or N.W.A |
I’m Paris, the Asiatic lord of light |
With the power to fight and write rhymes to stay |
Cause I’m hotter than lava when I be up on a microphone |
By now you should know it the poet’s doper than most |
By dispensing of ignorance and by keeping the wack down |
You enter to the realm of the Scarface sound |
This is a test |