X-Files (исполнитель: House of Pain)

[bad word]  I say [bad word] [bad word]  [bad word] 
Well if Jesus is your Lord
Then Praise your God
And if Islams's your Thing-
Allah U Akbar
And If you represent the 6 pointed star
Well, then my Hebs back home told me say Shalom
I put grooves in the mix
I make moves like the Knicks
I'll take ya strait up the lane
And block you out the frame
Then I freez it
Believes it
You needs it like heroin
Before you git your fight on
Kid, get your stare on [bad word] the Don Dada
Makin' ghettos red hotter
I drop the boom bada
Like Jake LaMatta
I can single you out
And isolate you like Mato
I'm undefeted like Rocky Marciano
I hit you right below the belt
Now you singin' Saprano
Talk what ya talk
Still you dont know what I know
 [bad word] 
Something for [bad word] Something for cash
Some do the knowledge
Some do the math
Some stick to the road
Some stray from the path
Some do the knowlege
Some do the math

Now East Coast- West Coast
Wonderin' what's the beef
It's goin down rough
Like swallowin teeth
I say word to Din Lizzy
Kid, I get busy
And I'll knock all of ya'll
Off this wonder wall
Cause on a daily basis
I rock like Oasis
Quick to be your style
>From a Fetus to a child
I kill 14 billion cells
Fuffin L's
Stompin devils on all 9 levels of L
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Hear the transition
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