Astro - Stro is the Name текст песни

Well it's the 1, 2 checker
Take it back to the match
You got no choice but to respect the better
Bigger hater than off with this head
With this rhyme flow
Fake MC's couldn't grow with no masato
Good God! Got the wickedness, witness
They bust shots whenever
Forget ballistics, my chick is ranchy
We don't ride Givenchy, Armani
They take too much of our money
His dough ain't intact but the star be ... and precious
Mad fair, I keep it mad black everywhere
Never call me, but you got a Hollywood star
In Congo Square
I'm masochist, kicking every lyric with a different rhythm
Young and black, ain't tryina see the system, that's a stigmatism
I drop the science, I'm implying, I be Frankenstein
Tracks for racks of wracks or loo, give me that
I don't need no cosigns to hold minds with them rubber bears
Like the mother land, it's the origin of that funky stuff
Open and closing and kicking them doors with these rusty chucks

You smell me? Does what we gots to do, when we got the jazz
Like they send an early prostitutes, so please
I'm too G, drop a king to at least pause

Hey, you, what's that sound?
Everybody look, what's going down?
You better run and tell 'em 'cause I'm at the door
He wail like Jersey Shore with flows, good Lord
Ain't down with the radio, no more, oh no
The hardest thing grumping would be to act me promos
Got underground shapes by the boatload
You get papa, your boy got to boycott you
Keep a couple rugged leverage just to get on their nerves
Paralyze paragraph with these powerful words
… my joint is hit, you below that
He snap on beats like Kodak and you know that
With no words I master sound like Bozak
But I could tell you that these rappers is ass
Go back, you want more rhymes? Show me dollar signs, word!