aus dem Album: Kutmasta Kurt presents Masters of Illusion
Songtext:
"It was late afternoon of the same day at homicide police headquarters." Klebefolie Camouflage
"The coroner's report says the bullet was a lead ball fired from an antique handgun."
"The victim's left ear was sliced off by a sharp blade of some kind."
"Yeah, and pinned to the body together with a note reading this is only the beginning."
[Motion Man] You reneg, straight off the shit the psycho kid did I don't know, I lost my mind a couple years back My head is hollow point tips, straight penetrate deep in yo' skull My marksman skills, be on some Bronson, Eastwood Rambo, Sid or a Norris tip, whatchu heard I'm a nerd? I'll wax yo' ass in reverb, reverb, reverb Get off that gangsta man style, you just a clone Wannabe fuckin Al Capone, I got somethin you ain't seen But wait, there's seems to be some funk on the scene I got visions, extra periphreal, the C-1's all off and tell 'em "Time waits for no man!" You look soft, like cotton, absorb it all up in your head Yeah soak it up kid now mix this in I'm on some +Off the Wall+ +Beat It+, New York turned +Dangerous+ +Thriller+ Now switch that pan button, send me on a vocal rotation Bounce from ear to ear there, and talk to those that ain't here But wait, there's major non-believers in the midst I got solver, for those who zap my style is gon' piss Believe that, when I rap, often Motion's absurd It ain't heard, I'm so fly, I soar on pine shit just like I'm a bird They sneak up on me for the vick I'll bodybag 'em
"Psych! I carry a magnum" -> Kool Keith
[Chorus: Motion Man] You got the right to remain silent, anything you do can cause you harm Freeze! Now throw your hands in the air {*both lines 3X*} You got the right to remain silent, anything you do can cause you harm Freeze! Get 'em up, get 'em up
[Motion Man] There won't be no more garbage talkin brothers, I'ma take out the trash on +Fridays+ I'm Ice Cube knockin out Zeus, get off my block when I'm loose You watchin camoflauge brothers with infrared beams You shootin up dreams I aim for targets you ain't seen But wait, don't try to sneak up on me from behind I ain't fake You know my type of style, I hit him in them awkward spots Round after round after round after round after round They're comin down, yo hit the ground Straight on that crime scene, you'll say that this rhyme's mean Instead, I'm buckin off a shot at yo' head I talk to pimps, players, mack daddies, all areas Free said, rhymes'll straight up sharpen yo' head Baldheaded or dread, don't let yo' ego write a check that yo' ass can't cash, slide my whale down the track like that was hundred yard dash, sneak up roughly overnight just like an eczema rash, movin swiftly with Kurt We make dirt, and ride up on these other MC's that wear skirts, broads, they all soft Wigs come off, and move on
"Psych! I carry a magnum" -> Kool Keith
[Chorus]
"Hello, Pirelli here. Huh? Yeah, yeah I got it. I'll be right over."
