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    Текст песни Paris - This Is A Test

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    [This is a test]

    Verse One:

    Too many sounds irritate my earholes
    like Planet Rock beats from L.A. hoes
    The same old thing same ol shit I'm tired
    Was once on the payroll about to be fired
    Black radio shame pop rap's to blame
    Program your playlist to sound the same
    With a disco tempo cliche intro
    Wack rap tracks for commercial shows
    Mindless music for the masses has to take
    time away from the REAL rap master
    So I stay cool for community airplay
    while ratings slip for the shit that you play
    This is a test a lesson to be observed
    No wack rhymes are heard I keep on raising the curve
    Back and forth I never stick em soft I just run it
    Punks'll shun it, gangs keep their girlies on it
    Paris is the dog, much doper than morphine
    Sick with the style so you can say you've seen
    The radical magical man, master of master plan
    So smooth from beginning to end
    This is a test, back it up when I'm in the place
    and all hail to the dog with the righteous bass
    The boss I come across rough on your radiowave
    Terror on two track whenever I'm played
    Punks keep steppin that's the reason why I
    come through sicker than a L.A. driveby by
    Droppin bombs in songs y'all keep singin along
    So smooth it couldn't never go wrong
    This is a test

    Verse Two:

    Yo dig
    When you buy a rap record do you buy it for dance moves
    Or do you buy rap cause the lyrics are smooth
    Cuz if you wanna dance you should stick with the other one
    and leave the dog alone till the dancin is done
    But then when you're ready for the brother who leads
    and feeds all rap lovers with rhymes like these
    I dish a little taste of the bass of Scarface
    and paste a rhyme space to chase the weak-kneed
    Cuz I don't play - well my name ain't [*******]
    A A-T-C, a N-W-A
    I'm Paris, the asiatic lord of light
    With the power to fight and write rhymes to stay
    Cuz I'm hotter than lava when I be up on a microphone
    By now you should know it the poet doper than most
    By dispensing of ignorance how I'm keeping the wack down
    You enter to the realm of the Scarface sound
    This is a test
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