FreestyleShaq and Sonja Blade — текст песни (Funkmaster Flex)

[Shaq]
Funkmaster, Big Dawg
Flex, Sonja Blade
Freestyle, uhh, uhh
Wha-wha-what-what?

Show your best, Shaq shit`ll blow your chest
Go through your vest one time flow correct
Brick City style talk with flair, walk on air
Sumo, your Halle Berry coochie wear was just a rumor
Crazy raw, blaze the hardwood floors
Shut out a whole country two, days before
Slay your whore, like you never heard of the man
Rap, Roberto Duran, you, Davy Moore
So much dough, I could buy a third of the land
Crash my Jeep jump out, my Suburban you ran
If you ask me, Shaq ain`t flashy
One piece of platinum make my whole body ashy
Nigga what?

[Sonja Blade]
Uhh, yo
It`s the sty` thing, I`m a feast, you fried wings
Sonja Blade gettin more light than your high beams
It`s over, when I spit my words I make it dark
like an eclipse occurred when my click emerge
I flip you birds, not a gravedigga but I getcha shit
then serve, y`all know that this chick`s disturbed
I spit superb, so ill, and so real
While you no frills with no deals I hold steel (BLOW)
And if I don`t kill you, bet the flows will
For my niggaz that ain`t here I`m lettin the Mo` spill
Briefcases of cough, like a coke deal
Uncut verses, nuttin but dope skill
Can`t fill my shoes, beyond complicated
All them big gats you got they confiscated
Contemplate, I`m the shit, and you constipated
I slaughter all cause y`all water got it concentrated

See that? Funk Flex, Shaq Dog, Sonja Blade, Redrum
How we do, nine-eight, uhh