Так делaть было нечего...

Just listen to the sound of the music,
You must feel the noise and don't be confused.
I'm representing you Urban Tribe,
When you saw us you must say hi.
Throw your fuckin hands in the air
And please stand up if you don't care,
If you don't care you must do what I say
But you can say Yo! That's you may.
My name’s mc Funksta and I don’t tell a lie.
I wear broad pants and I never put on a tie.
Hey you rapper, white nigger,
Don’t be stupid and don’t press a trigger.
I fill in in your brain street lyrics,
Rise on a correct way without drugs,
I tell set of stories about different lives
And do what I can to make a rapper’s paradise.
Because our existence is very dangerous
So I want to solve that many fuckin problems.
I hope that you’ll help me and give me your hands
And we'll together shoot this world of shits.

I don’t believe the hype and lick politician's ass,
I wanted to be independent but I’m afraid of death.
I can say shut up to many fuckin punks,
If they aren’t listen me they’ll be in the trunks.
You know that I respect most peoples from street,
But someone I’m hating and I like break beat.
Ooh you nit, if you don’t like my style
You can suck my dick and close your fuckin smile.
My voice it’s a voice of street rapper,
I’m telling the truth of life and what is real matter.
Da K. City Squad is my second and hip hop family,
I’m a member of it’s rather new rap remedy.
Ah! I heard some ache near my left hand,
So I must calm down, my native dear friend.
But I never quit and shut my talkative noise mouth
I’m only taking a break and going to my place.
Well mother fuckers! See you little latter,
And we’ll together talk about fuckin predator.


Peace niguz...

[Редактировал Funksta (04-04-2001)]