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Текст и слова песни Rakim – Musical Massacre

How could I keep my composure
When all sorts of thoughts fought for exposure?
Release then veins in the brains increase
When I let off make a wish and blow the smoke off my piece
Unloadin unfold and the rhymes are explodin
And the mic that I’m holdin’s golden
Cordless cause the wire caught fire like a fuse
Gunpowder and the slightest bruise is a friction
The outcome is there so listen
Here's the brief description
A boom then flame then smoke, ashes a dust to dust
Contact is compact when I bust
MC's are now in a massacre
A disaster a... master at fashion a beat to death
To a pulp, till it can't pump
Speakers aint sayin nothin
Now the ball can thump
As I'm lookin' I stand like great buildings in Brooklyn
Then the stage is took then
Havoc struck that could product a whole court
Keep in touch with the mic when you're holdin y'all
Sumpin and pumpin and slobbin and droolin
Nothin's pumpin, who do you think ya foolin?

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