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    Текст песни Sunz Of Man - Shining Star (Trackmaster's Remix long Version)

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    featuring Beenie Man

    [Intro: Beenie Man]
    All american girls are shinin shinin shinin
    And all the latino girls dem shinin shinin shinin

    [Chorus: Beenie Man]
    Father Abraham have many Sunz and
    we're the Sunz of Father Abraham
    So are the Sunz of Man and so are you
    So let's just sing this song come again

    [Killah Priest]
    Hip hop started out in the dark
    Yo we used to do it Lafeyette Park
    Yo, Back in '83, I rocked Boss and JVC
    I'm by Allah, what, who wanna MC?
    Don't panic, I push the Panasonic button
    I transhore, rock, express myself somethin
    I microphone fiend MC's that watch me freeze
    I body rock till I flat top, then I squeeze
    I bring block partys to anybody wanna rob me
    I beat em till their legs are wobbly
    Screamin sorry, pullin out my shotty
    For anyone who wanna copy
    My style, that was just a mere hobby

    [Hell Razah]
    Go read your bibles, y'all worship idols
    We number uno, black or latino
    We be teachin so that you know
    So understand that the rhymes that's deep
    Learn your lesson before you even carry your heat
    Eh yo, it's been a long time
    I totally left you without another rhyme to step to
    Shining Star ladies in the jam, we crept thru
    Chk-chk-glocks up, don't make me have to wet you
    Y'all niggaz want a beef, we can shoot at you
    Whoever wanna killa, we could do that too
    I got death scared to come around me, angels surround me
    I hold my breath, go underground, why let you drown me
    I let the King's of King's County, make em bow, crown me
    We too rowdy rowdy, niggaz couldn't never clown me
    Check the blacksmith, shoot affair, wanna smack shit
    Everybody wanna be involved in this rap shit
    We on some never die Chirst is black shit
    Breath the same life, sword sword in the mask is
    Turn the poor life, Hell Razah turned to Lazurus
    Very hazardous, BK be my Nazurith, same address
    We use the hot burners under the mattress
    Never scared to clap it and act like it didn't happen
    Eh yo, don't buy if you won't start a riot with it
    If you gon' live by the sword, you gon' die wit' it

    [Chorus]

    [Hook: Beenie Man]
    All american girls are shinin shinin shinin
    And all the latino girls dem shinin shinin shinin
    And all the caribbean girls dem shinin shinin shinin
    Listen to the DJ's song

    [60 Sec. Assassin]
    When 60 strike a mic, I recite precise the hype
    So get it right, make my brothers unite
    I pimp-up scripts and suck on clits
    Vex on wet, niggaz slip and get tossed in a Abyss
    Take yo' last breath cuz 60 sure 'nuff means death
    Comin back like I'm avengin a company's debt
    Recollect, shake your vest thru your chest
    I shoot back, smack the war with blood as evidence
    I done contracts, skip that, for that, you heard it
    Sunz of Man war track, play it back
    Who thought we played that? The Hay stack Calhoun of rap
    Straight jacket, don't beam, yo, track it
    Record settin, department, corrected international business section
    Empolyed by wettin, for whoever in the Hell wanna come contestin

    [Prodigal Sunn]
    Well bless the sun and the flesh
    Dunn, of course I'm fresh
    What you ever though that I was writin?
    I'm fuckin, I beg your pardon
    Right in his Ac, crucify tracks and break backs
    Since the '80's, black, ladies attack the young mack
    Generate plaques in place from state to state
    Before 88's snatchin tables, turn turn to turntables
    Rockin stage doors, project hoes, we makin dough
    and I blast at crews with 4-4's, elevate the poor
    Educate more, dampin horse, stamp your whore
    Settle the score, I'm hardcore
    For the top to the bottom, bottom to the top
    Prodigal Sunn, y'all and I just don't stop

    [Chorus]

    [Beenie Man]
    Yo, don't disrespect it, respect it, dunn, follow the motion
    Can't test the man, then go and beat the poor man
    Don't bother this, who me? A real Jamaican
    With a book, come read it to teach a nation
    King Salasi tell us 'bout education
    Marcus Gavi tell us 'bout our poor creation
    With a crowd up in a confusion
    All them trifees do is walk in fling pay cons
    God, nah educate my D's with prostitution
    Wanted men of rasta in a rasta-tution
    Fun, yo, they messin up the situation
    Listen DJ's sing the conversion
    Lyrics never bear now the mic is in-a mi arm
    Knowin come and feel the Sunz of Man
    Who I am? Come here, man, don't ask me where me from
    Summon black will ogel me a pro black man
    Listen to the DJ's song

    [Chorus]
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