Take A Rest
(专辑: Step In The Arena - 1990)
[Sugarhill Gang] "Now what you hear is not a
test" [cut up x4 by DJ Premier] [Guru] Well goodness gracious, let me just take this time out to pull a
rhyme out, and update this For you and yours, simply because Some MC's have luck but suck So I
pluck em like feathers on the
back of a
chicken Cause I'm mad like a
pit when my man says, "sick 'em" Positive is the
mindstate, but it could still mean that I
will kick a
ill, malicious like mean rap Suckers they forced me, to knock em all out and They think they know things, like what I'm about and They try to analyze criticize scandalize The
outcome is death, don't ask me to sympathize Realize, that I'm not to be played with I'll flip so fast, you won't know I'm the
same kid I'm tired and fed, with all the
weak stuff said All the
phony-baloney, that went out like Pro-Keds You've got no leads, so you shoot blanks It's me the
crowd thanks as I
step to the
top ranks Bankin my money, and investin it wisely Snatchin up chumps when they try to sneak by me I'm the
dominant one, call me the
prominant one And as I'm speakin I'll be bombin the
dumb deaf and blind cause I
was born with a
sharp mind Eatin MC's with ease like it's lunchtime or crunchtime, when they get done without warning I'll bust that butt from nighttime til morning Your song's boring, and so I'm scoring much points cause when it's time to throw joints I
cause havoc, the
mic I
grab is like savage I
invade the
stage, and make you get off The
force is like a
three-eight, blowin your head off And that's just in case you might be wearin a
vest Cause you're simply a
pest in this mess I
suggest you "Take a
rest" [KRS-One] "If this meaning doesn't manifest, put it to rest" [DJ Premier cuts x2] [Guru] Don't ever sleep son, peep one or two of these lines here Arranged by a
great brain, delivering rhymes clear and concise with a
nice dope voice and killin the
fakes like a
taste of some poison Punks are thinkin they're alla that, their voices are all flat They're findin their names, in a
Wack Rapper's Almanac Me follow that hollow crap, no way Jose I'll seek out a
better sound, to somethin Premier plays Days will go by, and soon you'll know why MC's like me will rise like the
Enterprise Starship, headin straight for the
target Destination, a
place where no perpetration is permitted, the
Guru is with it to explain How some MC's are scared to ride on a
Four train Or any other train in the
city, for that matter Playin a
role that they stole like a
batter But I
know they ain't so I'll paint the
real picture My vocals go solo and like a
bolo I'll hitcha square in your face I'll crack your ribs and your chest Cause you thought your off-brand jam was the
best You fessed cause you guessed people would be impressed I'm gonna bust that bubble on the
double "take a
rest" [DJ Premier cuts "take a
rest" for the
chorus] [Guru] Sit back and reflect, ponder and chill out Rhymes like daggers make blood spill out But you can't blame me, for bringin disaster With all these ducks, claimin that they're the
masters Only thing they mastered, is how to get wacker As I
roll uphill, they roll downhill faster Now they're wondering how they lost their touch Wanna buy my rhymes but mine cost too much I'm the
innovative one, call me the
creative one and I
won't stop til the
job is done All the
slobs just run when I
come to get some Cause they know better, than to challenge this go-getter They get bust you can trust cause I
won't let a
booty-ass rapper get wins against me? I
guarantee that I
won't act friendly Cause crabs have a
nerve and deserve to get whipped on Their girls get kissed on, while they get flipped on I
slaughter and slay, or slap em up quick Cause the
lyrics they kick make me seriously sick No substance, no value, but nevertheless They're gettin daytime play but I
still say they should "take a
rest" [DJ Premier cuts "take a
rest" for four bars, then song fades]