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(альбом: Bruce Wayne: Gothom City 1987 - 1997)

[Samples "Se7en" (1995):]
"He cuts the skin off the tips of his fingers. That's why we couldn't find one single usable print in his apartment. Looks like he's been doing it for quite some time."
"What about the trace on his bank accounts, and the guns?"
"So far everything's a dead end. No credit history, no employment records. His bank account's only five years old, and it was started with cash. We're even trying to trace his furniture. About the only thing we know about that guy right now is he's independently wealthy, well-educated, and totally insane."
"Because he's John Doe by choice."
"Okay. So when do we get to question?"

[Esham:]
NATAS
NATAS, uh
Nigga
What, what, nigga
Gonna hit you with the shit
[?] Esham, right there, nigga

Just do your thang, bang the slang (That's right)
If you can't buy the whole chicken fuck the wing (Say what)
You wanna fuck that bitch 'cause she's a freak (That's right)
I'll break a ho down like Iron Sheik (That's right)
My style is fantastic, stretch like elastic (Uh)
Nigga you just plastic, don't get your ass kicked (Yeah)
These rhymes that I bust are second to none (That's right)
Magnify my shit so you can feel the sun (That's right)
Esham AKA Bruce Wayne (Uh)
Kick Superman, ass-fuck Lois Lane (Uh)
Looking at my roadie it's about that time (Time)
A style like mine is genuine
I'll make a bitch like Brandy suck my dick and diss her (Bitch)
Fuck the ho on the floor and don't have to kiss her (Uh)
I been fucking these hoes since way back
Fuck the [?] pussy hanging off the brat (That's right)
Make niggas bow down with the cash and cane
I could give a fuck less, and y'all know my name
I move twenty-five birds on the streets of the D (What)
And if a nigga get mail he ain't got it like me (What)
You see I do not rob, I have no job (Come on)
I sell rap records, and I run with the mob (Yeah)
So if you talking about fucking then you talking some shit (Yeah)
You need to take your ass home if you ain't sucking no dick

Just do it, just do it
Just do it, do it, do, do it (Uh, that's right)
Just do it, just do it (Just do it, bitch)
Just do it, do it, do, do it (Like this)

[Mastamind:]
When you're rich you got friends, when you're poor you're alone
No niggas to smoke with, no hoes to bone
The shit goes on, backstabbers in my face
Smiling knowing they don't wanna see me in the first place
The world is cold, get your gear for the winter
My heart is so cold, like Detroit in December
Remember the time like [?] when
You said Mastamind wasn't shit but the great pretender
I'm finna ride on these niggas now
With a 1987 young boy clipping style
Uh, I'm strictly business, can I get a witness
Did you see them NATAS niggas riding off with the quickness
With the hoes in the hood on the dick
Old school flames see me now, I make 'em sick
The mind control of Mastamind and [?]
Come to Detroit and let me show ya how you get over
Pay your dues and stay with trues
And never let the money get away from you

[Esham:]
Just do it, just do it (That's right)
Just do it, just do it
Just do it, just do it
Just do it, do it, do, do it (Uh, yeah, just do it)

I ain't no ho, I used to let the blunt smoke (That's right)
Now I puff it when I'm finished make sure I choke (What is you)
I be the freestyle fanatic [?] acrobatic
My nine milli a-matic [?] you static
The blunt smoke I toke, the ill shit I wrote
The murder Mastamind behind and cut throat (What)
The style be so ugly as Biggie
And Chef Boyardee cooked up a hoagie
My dope packs and stacks are stacked [?]
Big bloody Seven Mile riding, Bens sliding (That's right)
Niggas pay attention, murder composition (What)
For me and my niggas ain't no competition
I hip to the hop and I hop to the hip
Still tote the nine milli with the extra clip (What)
I'll let you wipe the style like a chocolate chip (That's right)
So next time I'll know whose ass to whip

Just do it, just do it
Just do it, do it, do, do it
Just do it, just do it
Just do it, do it, do, do it