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Son Of Bazerk Featuring No Self Control And The Band‎ "Change The Style" Full 12"
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Son of Bazerk
Son of Bazerk
Künstler:in
No Self Control And The Band
No Self Control And The Band
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
James Henry Boxley III
James Henry Boxley III
Komponist:in
Keith Shocklee
Keith Shocklee
Komponist:in
Stanton
Stanton
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
The Bomb Squad
The Bomb Squad
Produzent:in
James Henry Boxley III
James Henry Boxley III
Produzent:in
Keith Shocklee
Keith Shocklee
Produzent:in
Gary G-Wiz
Gary G-Wiz
Co-Produzent:in
Carl Ryder
Carl Ryder
Co-Produzent:in

Songteksten

Yo we ain't playin, and as the chang stop, let's get buckwild
Now let's take it to the stage, you suckaz
"I'm the son of a bad..."
... Dance
'Cause suckaz can't deal with it
Straight up til they hittin it
Yall diggin would do it and I let you know I'm diggin you
Basically... We'll swing with a hit
Coming from the grip
Me on another brother tip? Ain't none of that
Down like a elevator
You know I gotta make it feel funky for ya
- Yo, does that mean we're going with it, or what?
- Show em no pity fool, huh
Cause you're fakin the funk
Preach to the mic and I'll recite
And I'm not the herb or the one to be tested
Take my advice brother I suggest
When you steppin, the mic checkin
I'm wreckin, so the rhyme must stop
Yeah it feel like that, bust it while I change the style
Can you feel it, word
Feet cut you to the curb
Hey, this new way to sway
SOB, now run and get right back at it with your bad self
Look, I got the bag
- I got the cash
Hit me with a hit from the past
...Damn
They can't get enough of the funk, I said
//
I cut your hole in your pants
So devastating as I'm saying these rhymes
To the party like a renegade
Hit 'em raw
//
I'm back, just like the Bozack
Rhymes from another world while radio jocks be killing me softly
Bust it while I change the style
(Baby I love you) Baby I love you
(Yes I do) Oh, yes I do
(With all my life) With all my life
(You're my dream come true) You're my dream come true
Up and down, wrapped around
Pardon my manners
Yo word to the mother, I like your style
- Somebody talkin 'bout cutting us down?
Now, cut a brother down?
Suckaz will be world renowned
//
Born and raised on a one way street
And you can see I'm wheezy that be tearing it up
Yo, you should watch the sound
I'll freak movements with this shit here
Put it on the air
Rhyme on a coaster, cold like a hoe
Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt
Try and test me and I smoke ya
Take the microphone cord, straight up choke ya
//yo kick that crab to the curb!
//Hot damn, here I am, jammin at the jam, jammin at the jam
Stand up... you know I got soul
I'm feelin so super bad
You foamin like the Foreman like I'm formin a line
A circle for the wear and tear
But if I was the crooked Al I would switch it around
Criss Cross your little hit down get down skeet down, punk
...Jack
Well I'm a LI Killa, you bet I'm strapped
I'm layin out a world attack on the mic
You know when I kick, you don't dig it, and I'm doing the saying
I keep sayin...
I'm roaring like a lion, the rhyme need a brother Ice
I'm on fire, sit down for my people, it's suiting my scripture
I emphasize the dialogue needs nothin
You become inferior
I go and bury ya
I go and put my hand on my tool
The technique is funk for ya eardrum
You will say the Son of Bazerk?!
Change the style!
Get wild!
Change the style!
Ow!
Written by: James Henry Boxley III, Keith Shocklee, Stanton
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