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Текстове на песни: Will Smith. Uuhhh.

Can you feel it baby? uuhhh
Take me away uuhhh
Flow crazy, uuhhh
Make em' say uuhhh
Make it hot, uuhhh
Take me away uuhhh
Flow crazy, uuhhh
Make em' say uuhhh, uuhhh, uuhhh

Been to the mountain top, down to the valley
Philadelph to Cali, y'all feel me like Harry felt Sally
Clothes exotic, flows erotic
No jewels that's for them fools who ain't got it

Rap to my own sitcom, now I just sit calm
Watching y'all respond to my July 4th bomb
Yeah, I'm a nice kid but here's some advice kid
Don't get me hyped, I'll set it off like my wife did

Playin' down a path like Sajak, Wheel of Fortune away
Price ain't right I don't play, find yourself in Jeopardy
The first clue, what is Will Smith?
Hot to death, not you

I'm like a Porsche, you a Pinto
You like a tiny figurine, I'm monumental
You're like a small get together on your neighbor's back porch
You know just a couple of y'all, I'm a million man march

Attack of the man in black like Jordan playin' on a train
Yo my game on track, mad ice for my wife
No care for what it costed
Had to ease up though, her wrist got frost bit

My style, flava, delivery, my diction
Gettin' medieval like dude in Pulp Fiction
You want some? Bring it. Come one, come all, come in
Watch me take they heart away like penny

I could take 12 rappers and put 'em in line
Then 12 emcees that think they can rhyme
Then 12 more brothers that still ain't signed
Then don't do nothing, just watch 'em decline

Gangsta hardcore, menace to society
Raps all the same my pen spits variety
Eclecticism is a virtue it may not be a word
But it's definitely a virtue

Rappers approachin' me all across America
Believe me you don't wanna battle like Erykah
I was in the game before publishin' was an issue
Yeah platinum now but next year I'm gonna miss you

Mad rappers like bad actors should have no parts
Wanna be mad? Check the charts, any of them
Oh, you don't see my name, you don't see my spot?
Here's a hint, look closer to the top

Can you feel it baby? uuhhh
Take me away, uuhhh
Flow crazy, uuhhh
Make em' say uuhhh
Make it hot, uuhhh
Take me away, uuhhh
Flow crazy, uuhhh
Make em' say uuhhh, uuhhh, uuhhh

Love and loyalty
Yo yo, the flow spray, Vito say
I'm tryin' to live and if I catch you out of bounds
It's cheap shots to the ribs
Love and loyalty dawg, do it how Pac and Big did it
It's the Wild Wild East and me keepin' me jig with it

Play no games, thirst to heat the rhyme
Motivation 'cause procrastination is the thief of time
Holding a torch, I was programmed to scorch
Can't run with the big dawgs? Then stay on the porch

These cats is craftmatic, hand on the steering wheel
Rocks from the road dodging oncoming traffic
Manhandle rappers, dismantle rappers
Yeah lukewarm slash sweet-scented candle rappers

Any teams posing a threat we defeat those
The wealthy man is the man that knows how to keep dough
As long as y'all play foul I'ma keep hittin' free throws
Crush Spanish mamis calling me Kelito

Remember Lego blocks? All about the paper now
I use writer's blocks to build skyscraper style
Catch rappers using the same flows every day 'cause they lame
True players gotta change their uniform after the game

Y'all seen the flow like y'all never seen before
Don't stop for the door why do you think green mean gold?
Baby learn life's lessons scratch regression
Kel Spence the truth, the answer to all questions
Come on

Damn Kel, you kind of good