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"Made Out of Babies"
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название:

The Major


автор:

Made Out of Babies


жанры: post-hardcore, hardcore
альбомы: The Ruiner
рейтинг: ★★★★★ / 5.3 / 1339 просмотров
[Chorus: Really Doe]
You mufuckers better do your job and roll up, and watch how we roll up,
An' I can't control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts.
I take a sip of that ‘gnac, I wanna fuck,
I take a hit of that chronic, it got me stuck.
But really what's amazing is how I keep blazin',
Towel under the door, we smoke until the day's end,
Puff, puff and pass, don't fuck up rotation.
Hypnotic for Henny? Now, nigga, that's a chaser.
Turn nuttin' to something, now pimpin' that's a savior,
Best things are green, now pimpin', get your paper,
High off the ground from stair to skyscraper,
Cool off, thinkin' we local, c'mon, homey, we major!

[Kanye West:]
We major? C'mon, homey, we major.
We major? C'mon, homey, we major.
We major, c'mon, homey, we major.
We major, c'mon.

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Feelin' better than some head on a Sunday afternoon,
Better than a chick that say yes too soon,
Until you have a daughter, that's what I call karma,
And you pray to God she don't grow breasts too soon.
Projects to up, gang signs is thrown' up,
Niggas hats broke off, that's how we grow up.
Why else you think shorties write rhymes just to blow up?
Get they first car and then IRS show up.
He ain't never had shit, but he had that nine,
Nigga come through flickin' and he had that shine,
Put two and two together and a little bad weather,
Gon' be your whole family on that funeral line.
Asked the reverend, was the strip clubs cool
If my tips helped send a pretty girl through school?
That's all I want, like winos want they good whiskey,
I ain't in the Klan but I brought my hood with me.

[Chorus]

[Nas:]
We major? C'mon, homey, we major.
We major? C'mon, homey, we major.
We major! C'mon, homey, we major!
We major! C'mon, homey, we major!

[Verse 2: Nas]
I heard the beat and I ain't know what to write,
First line, should it be about the hoes or the ice,
Fo-fo's or Black Christ? Both flows'd be nice.
Rap about big paper or the black man plight?
At the studio console asked my man to the right,
What this verse sound like, should I freestyle or write?
He said, "Nas, what the fans want is “Illmatic”, “Stillmatic”".
Looked at the pad and pen, fell, and jotted what I feel.
Been like twelve years since a nigga first signed,
Now I'm a free agent, and I'm thinkin' it's time
To build my very own Motown,
‘Cause rappers be deprived of executive 9 to 5's,
And it hurts to see these companies be stealin' the life,
And I love to give my blood sweat and tears to the mic,
So y'all copped the LP's and y'all fiends got dealt.
I'm Jesse Jackson on the balcony when King got killed,
I survived the livest niggas around,
Last longer than more than half of you, clowns,
Look, I used to cook before I had the game took,
Either way my change came like Sam Cooke.

[Tony Williams:]
Feelin' better than I ever felt before today,
Like better late than never, it's orientation.
Still we can make it better throwin' all your cares away.

[Chorus]

[Tony Williams:]
Feelin' better than I ever felt before today,
Like better late than never, it's orientation.
Still we can make it better throwin' all your cares away.

[Chorus]

[Kanye West:]
We major?
[Nas:]
C'mon, homey, we major.
[Kanye West:]
We major?
[Nas:]
C'mon, homey, we major.
[Kanye West:]
We major!
[Nas:]
C'mon, homey, we major.
[Kanye West:]
We major!

[Tony Williams:]
Feelin' better than I ever felt before today,
Like better late than never, it's orientation.
Still we can make it better throwin' all your cares away.

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Can I talk my shit again?
Can I talk my shit again?
I can't believe, I'm back up in this mufucka.
I'ma be late, though.
I gotta figure out what I'm gonna wear,
Yeah! The Roc is definitely in the building,
G.O.O.D. Music's definitely in the building.
I gotta say what's up to Tony Williams,
On the vocals sings, he sings quite beautifully,
Don't you agree? Don't you agree?
Uh, and Jon Brion on the keys right now,
And Warryn Campbell on the keys right now.
So they ask me, "Why you call it “Late Registration”, ‘Ye?"
‘Cause we takin' these mothafuckers back to school!
If you know this part right here, feel free to sing along!

[Tony Williams:]
Feelin' better than I ever felt before today,
[Kanye West:]
If you feelin' good.
[Tony Williams:]
Like better late than never, it's orientation.
[Kanye West:]
It's orientation.
[Tony Williams:]
Still we can make it better throwin' all your cares away.
[Kanye West:]
We want you to get used to this.
Uh, they can't do what we do, baby!
Uh-uh, uh-uh, they can't do what we do, baby!
Uh-uh, uh-uh, they can't do what we do, baby!
Yeah!
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Это интересно:Formed in 2004. As their playfully gruesome name suggests, Made Out Of Babies are not a demure or delicate band, but a vehicle of cathartic assault; as evocative as The Jesus Lizard, as imaginative and impassioned as Björk, as disturbingly frank and unnerving as Big Black, the New York City quartet conjures a wholly unique sense of claustrophobic fury, undermining the listener’s sense of order and rationality. Having signed to Neurot in 2005 - probably the most outright rock act to have yet done so - Made Out Of Babies released their debut ‘Trophy’ to immediate critical... продолжение
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