Who Rotten 'Em (исполнитель: Slick Rick)
One of the greatest rapper, walk, I'm sayin' In the field makin' my brick without hayin' Mad busy kid, ah whip cut here You, boy drop your bundle bring your butt in soldier, what I do to that hood? Are you that slave everybody tellin' me rap good? Calm down, not goin' ta murder ya Clean yourself, pharaoh said he wanna have a word with ya My mom, pop, look concerned After takin' a shower, dress and returned The soldier, kinda on the dark end Brought me and the [bad word] palace was barking In the midst, a poet, dryin' Pharaoh and his girl being entertained by him [bad word] got some nerve Said, "Bring slave forward, let me observe" He asked me my name and start badger me "Ricky, what?", 'Ricky, your majesty" And bowed because I had to Kick a rap that [bad word] better sound fat too Who rotten 'em Plaits swing but have you forgotten 'em Biggest big shouts since King Tut and 'em (Who rotten 'em) Kids ville, [bad word] couldn't sit still All [bad word] is open off Rick's grill (Who rotten 'em) Definitely exhort, any stalkin' Hawk gawkin' at silk fabrics when I'm walkin (Who rotten 'em) Fondle with right, yet, spec get delighted All a that jungle [bad word] whites rap "He's fat", queen said to the pharaoh excited And did seem obvious the rap delighted him Then start banging on appliance (Yes your honor?) "Send this other rapper to the lions" (Please, no) Pleasing with merit, if you kill him for my sake My raps will do the spirit please let him live, I prefer that Okay, well, send him where this slave used to work at Do or die jammin' me into Even was allowed to move the family in too Any beat better rap good on Even gave me mad nice outfits to put on Knowing that my rap style bumped many And expecting some [bad word] The king visits where I was put to write Slave, you're behind, better rap real good tonight In other words, lay your mack down 'Cause these cats not the one to sound wack round So that night, when they summers be them clapping Took a deep breath and then began rapping Who rotten 'em Tryin' a find out what excite, what I write, What ignite with Lion never once tried to bite Rick Excuses, assumed to meek, refuse to greet smoother geek, just move ya feet Shocked all dippin' and stoppin' Even slave owner wanted me to whip a man, [bad word] Shakin' any prison, kickin' back, sick of [bad word] And sista breakin' when a [bad word] rap Well, it was obvious the raps unpluggin' Dignitaries spat wine out they mouth, buggin' This they never heard that type a tactic Gold sandals all over their fat steps One dignitary over what man said "I'll give you half the eastern border if you sell him" Back at the rest spot to nap a bit Mom! Pop! They delighted with the rapper did "Son", my mom said sweepin' up "That lunatic will kill you if you don't keep it up" What's wrong with you, "Son, I'm not scornin' you Leave your best for a rainy day, I'm warnin' you" Ripped my ego apart So I set upon a mission to change the king heart 'Sire, whippin' don't pay off lot more done you give a [bad word] one day off' He took my advice, stead a yell again Sir noticed that my input was accurate intelligence That type meant ta stripe, kids Even after he died, I still write raps like this Who rotten 'em All teacher and scholar try proceed me, believe me I am all culture that you need be And superior juice to abuse, I choose Use words racist slave owner used to Sandwich known crook, red bone hook too Got his own land, which you're known look to N