Твой любимый микстейп (Def Squad)

[Текст песни «Твой любимый микстейп (Def Squad)» ft. Erick Sermon, Redman & Keith Murray]

[Интро: Seryoga, DJ Morrison & Redman]

KingRing — строго мясо, йоу

Твой любимый рэп, йоу

Erick Sermon on the track making hot

Erick Sermon, who else?

Redman, who else?

Keith Murray

And Russia's number one, Seryoga

DJ Morrison, let's go

Давай, Erick, че, кто твой любимый рэпер?

Ladies and gentleman

[Куплет 1: Erick Sermon]

Redman, let me put some input

E Dub, I stand tall like ten foot

Rap Giant, my crew been had juiced

Way back when Craig G was Droppin' Science

Heads turned when I came in the door

I'm something never seen before I'm King Raw

While the record is spinning got the fly [?] grin

Easy's in the housе and it's just the beginning

[?] I stay willing, this venom is poison

BBD shit, turn up thе beat a wee bit

Knocked them again it's [?]

Underground, who cares if mainstream sees it?

Word, DJ drop the needle (there it is)

Haha, and let me do it for my people (Damn right)

[Припев: Erick Sermon & Seryoga]

It the [?] sequel

[Кулпет 2: Seryoga]

Меня зовут Серёга, я твой любимый рэпер

Я начитал шестнадцать на твоём любимом треке

Приехал в Бруклин и навёл там шухер будто Бэтмен

И говорят, что в этом мне помог, как будто, Redman

Ему это так просто, как твоей чике шерри сёрбать

Кто замутил этот бит? Mr. Erick Sermon

Тебе такое имя незнакомо, пустомеля?

Этот парнишка не крадёт биты как Руставели

В такой компании мне придётся зачитать зачётно

Придётся сделать горячо, как Лигалайз очём

Придётся поиграть словами, как Пеле с мячом

Чтоб мой квадрат Никитин не сравнил с Малевичем

Ещё бы, ведь я щас представляю русский рэп

Я не имею прав сдать какой-то тусклый трек

От злобы хейтеры краснеют будто семафоры

Короче, вот эти шестнадцать тактов — всё на форум

[Припев: Erick Sermon & Seryoga]

[?]

[Куплет 3: Redman]

Pump your brakes, you got water in them boys

I'm writing more starving lines than unemploy

I'm a fat chick chaser, I'll handle the bish

Spread 'em, their legs look like the hand on the clips

We, suck a free, Def Squad general

First draft pig got a [?]

I'm animal when the mic on recording

You tryna move on up, I'll stick half the doormen

This Professor's nutty: half man, half dog like Buddy

Mucho caliente, my writing pimp my sensei

I give notebooks, backpains and two [?]

Y'all best rapper pass out when I greet him

Knowing I'ma leave him ass out like Christina

Boy I'm itchy like skin with azima

Cause I'm after them Franklins and the reefer

Y'all forget I'm grown as hell, my voicebox spins [?] when I inhale

I ain't sayin' I'm better than y'all, but my game is like full court with a medicine ball

You takin' down a dog? Not in the plans

I'm quick, and you move like "I am Sam"

My man Keith Murray wildin' out in the corner

Security! [?] out in the coma

[Припев: Erick Sermon & Seryoga]

[?]

[Куплет 4: Keith Murray]

Chill as in existense in the illest wicked metaphor

Spillest killer coming to you village and porridge

My recital was vital, my title is idol

Misconstrue what I do while you smoke like bamboo

So dope, no joke, take a [?] for broke

He's lying, [?] him out like my hands around your throat

Well doubt you about you, can't live without you

But I know I'd know the dogshit up out you

My sling boomerang contact flaps snap necks

Steak you can hang, must be an orangutan

We can [?] episodic flow

Fashion is smashing an operator by her toe

Beat attacker, heat packer, mic hijacker

Green bag, [?] rap record, way up Zappa

My floormat break rooms, torment you fools

Spray back with twos, can't show you news

[Припев: Erick Sermon & Seryoga]

[?]

[Аутро: [?]]

Yo, what's the deal, man? It's ya boy [?]

Represent for the hitmakers

Right now you're listenin'

Russia's number one MC, Seryoga

Do not get it twisted

Yo, get busy, my dude