Текст и слова песни Thirstin Howl III – Brooklyn Hard Rock
Featuring Unique London
* a shorter version of this song appears on "Soundbombing 2"
[Unique London]
Hey Brooklyn Hard Rock your style is mad tight!
Your style is mad tight your style is mad TIGHT!!
Hey Brooklyn Hard Rock your style is mad tight!
Your style is mad tight your style is mad TIGHT!!
[Thirstin Howl III]
My mind is stronger than the pictures in your muscle books
With more manners, than all of the Huxtables
Pain before pleasure (U.L.: Death before dishonor!)
Turn rap wannabe piranhas into _A Fish Called Wanda_
Swordfish.. to mermaids..
I lay down the law without being represented by an attor-ney
Overqualified, for all technical institutes
I get the job done when you barely make it past the interview
The streets is watchin, eyeballin -- careful!
Everybody wants a piece of me like I'm a James Brown sample
Spittin flames -- call the fire warden!
Out of town, violent tourist, glove grip
Isotoner, sands of time, priceless moments
Disguised as doorman -- plug, vital organs
With my bare hands, I fight your swordmen, smokescreen
Rifles scorchin -- even my bible's stolen!
[Unique London]
Hey Brooklyn Hard Rock, your style is mad tight!
Your style is mad tight, your style is mad TIGHT!!
Hey Brooklyn Hard Rock, your style is mad tight!
* a shorter version of this song appears on "Soundbombing 2"
[Unique London]
Hey Brooklyn Hard Rock your style is mad tight!
Your style is mad tight your style is mad TIGHT!!
Hey Brooklyn Hard Rock your style is mad tight!
Your style is mad tight your style is mad TIGHT!!
[Thirstin Howl III]
My mind is stronger than the pictures in your muscle books
With more manners, than all of the Huxtables
Pain before pleasure (U.L.: Death before dishonor!)
Turn rap wannabe piranhas into _A Fish Called Wanda_
Swordfish.. to mermaids..
I lay down the law without being represented by an attor-ney
Overqualified, for all technical institutes
I get the job done when you barely make it past the interview
The streets is watchin, eyeballin -- careful!
Everybody wants a piece of me like I'm a James Brown sample
Spittin flames -- call the fire warden!
Out of town, violent tourist, glove grip
Isotoner, sands of time, priceless moments
Disguised as doorman -- plug, vital organs
With my bare hands, I fight your swordmen, smokescreen
Rifles scorchin -- even my bible's stolen!
[Unique London]
Hey Brooklyn Hard Rock, your style is mad tight!
Your style is mad tight, your style is mad TIGHT!!
Hey Brooklyn Hard Rock, your style is mad tight!
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