Lockjaw — текст песни (Sir Mix-A-Lot)

{Your silence is my trade}
Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}
Givin` MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}
Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}
I`m givin` MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}

Here we go! Oh no,
Another flow show from the young black dynamo
Lockin` up jaws, MCs pause -
No lyrical flaws
Hush, when the boss is talkin`
Lay down gats and get your weak knees walkin`
You ain`t allowed to speak `cause you`ve reached your peak
The elite don`t get with the weak
Shut up, `cause I`m burnin` this cut up
Boy, don`t try to run up
`Cause I chop up crops
A weak hip-hop boy tried to jock my spot and he flopped
He went down to the concrete ground
I`m a hound when I get down
And I`m back, the mack with a lyrical knack
To pack sacks and never pay tax
And when I leave they diss me
Knowin` they can never get with me
But he who laughs last gets the most cash
And lives the blast past of rap trash
Gone! Left ya, son
Gimme a call when you`re done
Your silence is my trade, shut up!
{Your silence is my trade}

2x:
Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}
Givin` MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}

Run, run, run, your time is done, son
Move out for the well-hung young one
And I`m rackin` up stacks of greenbacks -
Dead presidents, black!
Peace to my fans and I love ya
And I got yo` cover
`Cause I`m back to please
And cool off the hot MCs
`Cause they`re runnin` around like ants, tryin` to grab their pants
That shit don`t make you dance!
What`s this beat doin`?
Leavin` your posse ruined
Stuck my fist in his mouth
Caught him on a whole shout
No pity on the lyrically weak
Face defeat, retreat, but don`t speak
`Cause I ain`t through, fool
And you ain`t true to the Mix rules!
You try to flow so you go for what you know
But yo, bro, you ain`t the flow pro
(Ohh!) I can`t go slow
Gotta grow `cause I wanna get mo` dough
Full blown, bad to the bone
And known to get it on with a microphone, homes
Leave my throne alone
I`ve been to the low zone
Your silence is my trade, shut up!
{Your silence is my trade}

2x:
Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}
Givin` MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}

Come on, Punish!
Punish!


Your host on the coast is known to boast
And roast most that choose to get close
Put `em in a lyrical knot
My spot: the #1 slot
But I gotta have beats
When I lyrically de-feat the weak that try to compete
Get `em up, if you wanna go head-up
What up? Do as I instruct, black
`Cause my gat is jack-backed
And lookin` at your baseball hat
I rolled over that mess you stole
And took control, and then broke the mold!
Now here I stand, boss man
The NorthWest tip is where I am
And I`m runnin` this work like dope
Shippin` it in planes, trains and boats
Up the charts I go
Steppin` on toes and throwin` low bolos
My group is large, and hard
No need for a bodyguard
We flex, rippin` off MCs` necks
Run `em into Critical`s pecs
Your silence is my trade, shut up!

2x:
Lockjaw! {Your silence is my trade}
Givin` MCs lockjaw! {Your silence is my trade}

Come on, Punish!
Punish `em!
Punish!
Punish `em!

Lockjaw!
Givin` MCs lockjaw!
Lockjaw!
Givin` MCs lockjaw!
Lockjaw! Shhh