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Puţoii. Ştiţi ce-s ăia? Sunt genu' de persoane cu drepturi prea multe şi prea mari. Puţoii sunt caracterizaţi de ego exagerat, moacă de prost şi impresii de "cool". Puţoii sunt fie cei care se iau de tine pe stradă când te întorci beat acasă, fie martalogii cu drepturi de moderator pe un forum mai mort decât Silviu Brucan, fie şomoiogii cu gangsterisme de vedetă, mai ales atunci când vorbesc cu cei cunoscuţi. Limbricii şi cocalarii sunt puţoi. Indiferent de ce vi se comunică, puţoii nu ştiu ce vorbesc. Chiar sunt imbecili. Se cred "uber-heavy metal". Nu, nu sunt. Şi nici nu vor fi. De ce? Pentru că primesc la 20 de ani bani de gel de păr de la mami. Coaie, nu zice nimeni să nu iei bani de la mă-ta, da' nu-ţi cumpăra gel de ei, for fuck's sake! Hai mucles, sunteţi penibili, puţoilor.

Aşa. Deci revolucion, cum ar zice fanii Che Guevarra. Nu o să încep cu căcaturi gen "suntem alături de voi", pentru că nu-mi stă în fire să fiu chiar aşa de ipocrit. Las asta pentru alţii care cred ca ajută cu ceva dacă se strang 200, 2000 sau 20 de milioane într-o piaţă din Bucureşti cu motivul de a merge la Mec după aia. Nu. Io-s aici să le urez succes "fraţilor de sânge"(că dacă nu-s găozar până la capăt, nu fac nimic - tre' şi urătura asta, are efect), deşi nu cred c-o să iasă mare lucru. Deja "protestează paşnic" acuma. Ce mah? Spargeţi-le capetele dacă sunteţi zmei! Credeaţi că speriaţi pe cineva doar cu atât? Mă rog, nu-i datoria mea să apreciez "curajul neestimat", da' îmi dau şi io cu părerea, ca toată lumea de altfel. Ni se reproşează de către cunoscătorii vieţii care habar n-au pe ce lume trăiesc că nu facem suficiente lucruri pentru noi, în altă dezordine de idei. Păi tu ce faci mă? Te duci să ţipi ca bou' pentru libertatea/sănătatea altcuiva, însă când vine vorba de tine spui "lasă mă, noi să fim sănătoşi!". Bravo, ai făcut treaba. Scoateţi toate boxele în stradă, băgaţi "Fight the Power" de la Public Enemy şi GO OLD SCHOOL ON THEIR ASS. Pula mea, mai avem şi pretenţii. Mie-mi place România. În Republică n-am fost încă, aşa că nu mă pot exprima.

Aveţi grijă de voi. Pace. România vă aşteaptă. Labii fosforescente pentru toată lumea!!

[Intro]
One-two
It's Masta Ace, Cunninlyguists
We about to get into the seasons
The seasons of hip hop
How we gonna start it?


[Masta Ace]
As we Spring back to the past, it was all happening fast
We glorified coke and smoking crack in a glass
When b-boys danced to the latest jam
You could say this man was the greatest fan
When shoelaces were fat, and all the rapper's faces were black
And light-brown, a box with the right sound was all you needed
When it blast...they must move
You just proved you're hard like L in Krush Groove
And songs started to drop - Ain't nobody start at the top
Before Preme (DJ Premier) learned the art of the chop
This is way before SP's...and MPC's
And long before CD's and MP3's
The game started to bloom and blossom
And masters ready for the cermony, like a groom in costume
Growth from the rain of the previous years
I took notes from what I heard through these devious ears
Yeah


[Deacon the Villian]
As Summer's heatwaves ascended in it's splendid manner
Green was flooding our scene, although the skin was tanner
"Fuck The Police!!" jumpin over radio scanners
It was hot in the shade, wet paint all over the canvans
Fuck Vanilla Ice cones, we had T, Cube's Amerikka's Most
And wanted that Chronic on the Left-Coast
Talent pools were full and fresh for swimming
Backstrokin' through Dark Sides and Illmatic beginnings
Them lemonade stands would make you street platinum
It was 2 Live... Florida crews caught heat for rappinţ
But free speech pollination kept bees colonizing in hives
And stung Delores Tucker right in her pride
The Tribes ocean splash was rising the tide
Strictly 4 My Niggaz that were ready to die in the ride
I wish the summer's vibe could've lasted forever
To bad we had to have a change in that weather.. that shit was beautiful


[Chorus]
"Seasons Change, mad things rearrange" - Lauryn Hill, "How Many Mics"
"Play me in the winter, play me in the summer, play me in the autumn, any order"- Ladybug, "9th Wonder"
"Seasons Change, mad things rearrange" - Lauryn Hill, "How Many Mics"
"Trees bright and green turn yellow brown, autumn caught em
See all them leaves must fall down" - Andre 3000, "13th Floor/Growing Old"


[Kno]
As the East vs. West winds blew, causing two
Legends to Fall like maple leaves from escalated beef
Assumed that the worst was over
Til these cats started wearing shiny costumes like the 31st of October
The weather's colder, but the word jacket/jack it
Is what they did to people's styles, not what they covered they backs with
Tactics of the skill impaired
No Limit to what they'll do when the green is scarce
Some be Thanksgiving for who they know, while others get jerked for loot
Cause gettin' signed ain't a turkey shoot
No respect for the pilgrims who paved the way so you could rock that
Just pop crap and Plymouth Rock-Rap
Beyond gimmicks and fake plastic tits
Outkast and Raekwon dropped fall classic discs
Born to Roll, so I'm taking you back to school days of autumn
Before the bottom dropped out in 2K


[SOS]
By the dawn of the new millennium we saw bright chains
Winter brought along platinum causing the ice age
No more Gold, no more YO! MTV RAPS
Now we got R&B cats stealing classic rap tracks
In winter it's snowed in like the temperature's below ten
Citizens open up shows for more snowmen
Scrawny boys rock bubblegooses to pose like grown men
And you can catch freezer burn from women when they show skin
Jolly, fat, white men get paid when rap hits the shelves
And artists themselves get treated like Elves
Matter of fact, Santa's gotten so greedy when a rapper sells
You even need clearance to sample Jingle Bells
What the hell! You need cells and 2 ways for chicks to bone ya?
And so much ice on ya body that you can get pneumonia
Even at the beaches of Daytona it's gotten colder
But it's about time for the cycle to start over (echo)


How we gonna start it?

Referirile la jargoane şi materiale rep sunt bolduite. Întrebaţi dacă nu vă ajută Google.

A-1-2, A-1-2
But you don't stop
Then let the short shot
Production: DJ Large

And Promoe on the mic(on the mic, on the mic)
For all my people(all my people, graffiti writers!)
Goes a little something like this:

It was the last days of summer
Sun shinin' through the window
Life movin' real slow
You know how things go

His friends knew him by the name of Bingo
As he turned up the volume on the hot new single
(Turn it up son!)

From Looptroop his favourite rapgroup
He loved how they represented him yo
The graffyouth from the grassroots
He came from Sweden too

Felt proud when he played
his new friends the latest tunes
Check this shit out man
That he had to download
Cause his local recordstore
Was on the other side of the globe

They didn't carry the stuff
But he felt it was okay to do
He spread the Troop's message
All the way to Australia, dude

And man that couldn't be wrong
When Long Arm and Freedom Fighters
Were his fuckin' theme songs

In the headphones those nights
He spent when he stayed up
Adrenaline Rush
When he entered the lay up, singin...

Bada papa papa...

You know graffiti won't die, die
No, it won't, aha
Because these walls don't lie, lie (They don't lie)
Come on
I'm dedicatin' this piece, aha
He said, to those DVSG's

And stepped in with a grin and a boosted Kangol
Mimicking the king
With the ruler's manners

Fresh dressed

In his newest shoes and flannels
Then began lettin' on
With the loosest cannons

Figurin' this'll be my coolest panel
But when they see it all they see
Is just a gruesome scandal

Erasin' all signs of life
Callin the youth some vandals
They can't handle the truth
So this is how the truth is handled

Deep into the music and his art
Man, his true love
Didn't even notice when the train pulled up

Before the bloodstains faded
On the engine cooler
The very same train
Hit another writer: Olaf

On a different continental: Europe
But then they came to the same place,
That I'm sure of
In this world people always
Looked upon them as a terror
But now 50 000 chariots singin' the chorus, going...

Bada papa papa...
(aha, aha)

Graffiti writers won't die, die, no
(I'm telling you)
Because these walls don't lie, lie, no
(They don't lie)
Come on
I'm dedicatin' this song, song
To those gone
Your memory live on(live on)

Bridge:
I know a lot of people
Including myself get uncomfortable
When people including myself
Get emotional

But I gotta be true to myself
And to most of y'all
Man I still got love
For graffiti culture though

A lot of people including myself
Get uncomfortable
When people including myself
Get emotional

But I gotta be true to myself
And to most of y'all
Man I still got love
For graffiti culture though

A lot changed from
The days of Spraycan stories
See me in the yard today
Lost like a freakin' tourist

And I don't claim to know much
All I really know is
We were 17 once
Actin' like we were immortals

Fearin' no evil
People said we had no morals
That's fine, their corrupt world
It really wasn't for us

We just laughed at the bullshit names
That they called us
Hated us, we hated them
And both sides found out what a war is

We were winning in the beginning
Then found out ‘bout the horrors
Don't get me wrong my lover
Hundred percent, no less

Peace to my people
We grow with the knowledge
I bite on death same time
I'm playin' hardish to catch

From South Africa
Writers from New York
Australia, Spain, France
And Germany, up north

Still the same rapper tellin'
Cops to fuck off
And all my writers:
Survive! This my love song to y'all

Bada papa papa...

You know graffiti won't die, die, no
Because these walls don't lie, lie, no
To all my people world wide, wide, yo'
All my writers survive

[Damian Marley] 
Some gal in a twinkling of an eye 
Dem a ready fi come pull down me Karl Kani 
Oh, come on now 
Tell me how can I 
Love a one dat really don't deserve me 
Na try fi keep and na try preserve me 
Me's a boy could get whole heep a girl ya heard me 
Many are called but only few dem worthy 
Body have to physically strong and sturdy 
Spiritually balanced fi clean and purge me 
Mentally advanced fi always urge me 
Read a couple books and challenge the clergy 
Read a couple psalms up in the morning early 

[Damian Marley] 
Could you be so kind 
Then show me a sign 
I've been searchin' and it's so hard to find 
Decent values with a decent wine 
Decent jubee running it down the line 
Maybe it's my mind 
Maybe I'm blind 
Maybe it's the way that I've been spending my time 
I'm still searching for a fine peace of mind 
Decent jubee running it down the line 

[Yami Bolo] 
A little child has grown 
And he'g got love on his mind 
But what he'll never know 
A virtuous woman is hard to find 

[Stephen Marley] 
And dat's when she said 
She feels the pain 
And she'll never fall 
In love again 

[Damian Marley] 
So if you is a gal with whole heep of value 
What a valuable nice and decent gal you 
When I get you I'll be glad I got you 
Then stand firmly inna your life like statue 
Seen some old tings seen some young tings 
Seen some little silly go and come tings 
Seen some one night just for fun tings 
What an indecent piece of someting 

[Ziggy & Damian] 
Be so kind 
The show me a sign 
I've been searchin' and it's so hard to find 
Decent values with a decent wine 
Decent jubee running it down the line 
Maybe it's my mind 
Maybe I'm blind 
Maybe it's the way that I've been spending my time 
I'm still searchin' for a fine peace of mind 
Decent jubee running it down the line 

[Yami Bolo] 
Some say that love is blind 
But he keep saying "Not This Time" 
So all we need is love 
To keep his heart in line 

[Stephen Marley] 
But that's when she said 
Lord I feel the pain 
And she'll never fall 
In love again 

[Damian] 
You have some gyal ah come pon man premises 
And ah fling up dat ting that's between di knees 
And ah fill up man head with false promises 
Oh dutty bungle please 
Couldn't want to run that so fast with ease 
Been there done that my main squeeze 
Is natural, simply natural 

[Damian Marley] 
Could you be so kind 
Then show me a sign 
I've been searchin' and it's so hard to find 
Decent values with a decent wine 
Decent jubee running it down the line 
Maybe it's my mind 
Maybe I'm blind 
Maybe it's the way that I've been spending my time 
I'm still searching for a fine peace of mind 
Decent jubee running it down the line 

[Yami Bolo] 
A little child has grown 
And he's got love on his mind 
But what he'll never know 
A virtuous woman is hard to find 

[Stephen Marley] 
Cause that's when she said 
She's feeling pain 
It seems they have fallen in love again 
That's when she said 
Lord I feel the pain 
And now they're standing in love again 

[Damian Marley] 
So tell me ah when price tag gone pon ay nanny 
Gyal ah love man for Benz and ferrari 
Little one eyed brethren weh name Omari 
Couldn't get no loving since him sell stary 
Some gyal in a twinkling of an eye 
Dem ah ready fi come pull down me Karl Kani 
Oh, come on now 
Tell me how can I 
Love a one dat really don't deserve me

Pisicile din spatele blocului meu cred ca sunt pe stop. Incep sa grohaie si sa se scuipe una pe alta ca proastele. Mda, viata-i grea aici. O sa m-apuc sa scriu o piesa de "ghetto" despre cartierul meu...

[speaking softly, gradually getting louder]
One time.. yeah.. yeah..

Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage
One nigga front, my face on the front page
Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib
One God to show me how to do things his son did
Pure, like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with
151, one sip'll make a nigga flip
Writin names on my hollow tips, plottin shit
Mad violence who I'm gon' body, this hood politics
Ackowledge it, leave bodies chopped in garbages
Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us
Police watch us {*siren*} roll up and try knockin us
One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up
But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again
Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken
Richochetin between the spots that I'm hidin in
Blackin out as I shoot back, fuck gettin hit! [more sirens]
This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death of it
'til everybody come home, little niggaz is grown
Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon
Sip from the star sun and the moon
In this life of police chases street sweepers and coppers
Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin victims with doctors
IF YOU REALLY THINK YOU READY TO DIE, WITH NINES OUT
THIS IS WHAT NAS IS BOUT, NIGGA THE TIME IS NOW!

[whispering again]
Yo, all I need is one mic..
All I need is one mic.. that's all I need
All I need is one mic.. all I need niggaz
All I need is one mic.. yeah

[gradually getting louder]
All I need is one blunt, one page, and one pen
One prayer - tell God forgive for one sin
Matter fact maybe more than one, look back
at all the hatred against me, fuck alla them
Jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-three shots
from twin glocks there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two
Which means, one of my guns was holdin 17
Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you
Everybody gotta die sometime; hope your funeral
never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent
Nothin is fair, niggaz roll up, shootin from wheelchairs
My heart is racin, tastin revenge in the air
I let the shit slide for too many years, too many times
Now I'm strapped with a couple of macs, too many nines
If y'all niggaz really wit me get busy load up the semis
Do more than just hold it explode the clip until you empty
There's nothin in our way - they bust, we bust, they rust, we rust
Led flyin, feel it? I feel it in my gut
THAT WE TAKE THESE BITCHES TO WAR, LIE 'EM DOWN
CAUSE WE STRONGER NOW MY NIGGA THE TIME IS NOW!!

[whispering again]
All I need is one mic.. that's all I need, that's all I need
All I need is one mic.. there's nuttin else in the world
All I need is one mic.. that's all a nigga need to do his thing y'know
All I need is one mic..

[starting loud this time, getting quieter]
ALL I NEED IS ONE LIFE, ONE TRY, ONE BREATH I'M ONE MAN
WHAT I STAND FOR SPEAKS FOR ITSELF, THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND
Or wanna see me on top, too egotistical
Talkin all that slick shit, the same way these bitches do
Wonder what my secrets is, niggaz'll move on you
only if they know, what your weakness is I have none
Too late to grab guns I'm blastin cause I'm a cool nigga
Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggaz
What you call a infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin
War gets deep, some beef is everlastin
Complete with thick scars, brothers knifin each other
up in prison yards, drama, where does it start?
You know the block was ill as a youngster
Every night it was like a, cop would get killed body found in the dumpster
For real a hustler, purchased my Range, niggaz throwin dirt on my name
Jealous cause fiends got they work and complain
Bitches left me cause they thought I was finished
Shoulda knew she wasn't true she came to me when her man caught a sentence
Diamonds are blindin, I never make the same mistakes
Movin with a change of pace, lighter load, see now the king is straight
Swellin my melon cause none of these niggaz real
Heard he was, tellin police, how can a kingpin squeal?
This is crazy, I'm on the right track I'm finally found
You need some soul searchin, the time is now

All I need is one mic.. yeah, yeah yeah yeah
All I need is one mic.. that's all I ever needed in this world, fuck cash
All I need is one mic.. fuck the cars, the jewelry
All I need is one mic.. to spread my voice to the whole world