Текст песни Rapsody - Extra Extra (feat. Mac Miller & Halo)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, uh
And Khrysis on the beat, what up?
Uh, a little Henny and
A turkey burger and
A couple cigarettes and
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, I'll rap somethin'
Hey, hey, yeah
It's young Maccabee and Rapsody
Tell these muh'fuckers that they haven't heard the last of me
All over the map like your latitude, rhymin' with a attitude
This just the beginnin', you ain't even got to chapter two
I don't have to battle you, I'm better than you is
Four-year-old bars, you ain't worthy of new shit
Cory in Topanga, you can watch your boy meet world
With the homie Rapsody, uh, return of the beat god
It's easy as fuck, all I need is a good beat
Fuck me for who I am, but love me for who I could be
And it's simple when you livin' like I am
'Cause I remember grindin', spittin' for five fans
Now I got damn near a million, boy
Oh, I ain't doin' shit? You can kill that noise
Got sniper-type flow, here, I'll take aim
'Cause the boy be ridin' tracks like a freight train
Wishin' I could have Mac Miller, produced by J Dilla
Salutin' all the legends that gone, just know we miss ya
Extra, extra, read all about it
Heartbeats and boom bap, I'd die without this
Hip-hop, yeah, I'd die without this
Hip-hop, this hip-hop, shit
Extra, extra, read all about it
Extra, extra, read all about it
Late night chillin', not really high off shit
Can't afford it, I got work to hit with no benefits
And a car to drive that really don't go too fast
Pushin' it to the limit 'til the day that I crash
So I'm up nights in studio, workin' for pay
Tryna make some classic music that my children can play
For they kids' kids, influence they can reincarnate
Me in they lines and they raps that they someday will make, yeah
Chillin' with Mac, ten after two, just after dude
Finished rockin' the stage, that's how hard work pays
ITunes top ten, eight thousand hoorays
Got they hands high as tightropes, Janelle Monáe
So I spend days and nights on mics, the life I wanted to
And I can have it too if I just kill in the booth
Niggas ain't get enough, yeah, we back in the cut
April 1st, Fool's Day, but yo, this ain't a bluff
It's the return of the duo that you know as the illest
On scene to make it go hip-hop to let you know
Rap and Mac Miller, yeah, we back in the spot
So one time for all the lovers, yeah, one time for hip-hop
Hip-hop, extra, extra, read all about it
Hip-hop, what would I do without it?
Extra, extra, read all about it
Turn it up and play me in your Audi
On the track, throttle and shift
NASCAR, follow my drift
Jeff Gordon recordin' the cure for the boredom
Priceless, can't afford 'em, don't need you to reward 'em
I feel super, blame it on the Buddha
Cats nice, but they still gettin' neutered
Flow champion, meet me in the pantheon
Buzzin' like infinity and beyond
Huh, Jamla rep hardest
Huh, rebuildin' what you tarnished
Uh, awesome power I harness
Eatin' like a five-star meal with the garnish
Look, I'm the end if you start this
Paper and pencil, you fuckin' sketch artist
Most dope flow, so Mac rap
And H-A-L-O makin' dudes pump they brakes
We tired of them big-willy rappers
Huh, they gimmicks and silly factors
Wait, I get it, you really actors
Readin' the script upside down and backwards
Like my Honda's a hillbilly tractor
Huh, and the throat is the farm
All I do is plant seeds and park it in a barn
Real vivid, forced to deal with it, I'm Mac
Extra, extra, read all about it
Dyslexics too struggle about it
Extra, extra, read all about it
Mos Def and Jamla all about it
Mos Def and Jamla all about it
