Spoileur There is no opposition, no competition No blind fury that can stop my vision No adversary, no reason to worry My vision is blurry. Stop, look, and listen [Verse 1: Block McCloud] Let the trumpets ring. It’s the all-encompassing Come to bring a wondrous thing to keep the sons under wing I just do it, be fluent when chewing. Forsaking’s not allowed from me I rock the crowd—hollat the Block McCloud You get to turn this flash. For now, to class and learn Or crash and burn, ashes to urn as the wheel turns You have to learn to take your time like Dutch Masters burn And if your dues are paid, shit'll come back like a tax return For a taste of fame, honest can inflict major pain Bullets’ll raise the brain. I’m on the air like Frasier Crane You heard the flows and dove in. Words is woven Like Woolrich. With motion to gain, don’t slow there These keep my enemies close if they’re posing Threaten, you can bet you’ll get hung like wet clothes and Autumn caught ‘em dozing, toured about, posing Similes. Those in our vicinities know I’m proposing Like Beethoven, Chopin, Johann Sebastian Bach Got little Blocks wishing to clock when I’m rosy Blowing up more spots than cops on Nostrand Explosion, hoes on my jock like a Trojan 1, 'u-xx_large_top_margin': $height > 0}" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: block;"> [Hook: Block McCloud and Mr. Metaphor] There is no opposition, no competition No blind fury that can stop my vision No adversary, no reason to worry My vision is blurry. Stop, look, and listen [Verse 2: Mr. Metaphor] Coming forth with a cyclone of bars Get that mic blown. Stand clear of my strike zone I kick a high tone, putting holes in the ozone Slice you up like provolone, split your chromosome My poem is known to leave your neck mad tense. In an instance The shit I kick will give you shin splints, get smoked like Winstons Or Newports. I’m getting buzzed off two quarts of Olde E Slowly, my flow be Dicking you like Moby I’ll Desert you like the Gobi and cross the Serengeti Plains, so when I rains on top your head, you best be [?] Ready or not, I got a hundred watts of lyrical shock My spiritual flock of emcees got you on Master Lock Pass the rock—I’m on point like Stoudamire Dogging emcees like Oscar Mayer. Yo, a lot admire My style. I’ll set your heart on fire—I’m a pyromaniac Braniac collecting more Banks than Tyra. My re- Sponse is ripping mics for the audiance Been writing shit since the Renaissance with elegance You’ll bless my séance. I’m waking up the dead Attack you like a hammerhead. As my grammar spread I make the light shed, illuminating. My eyes bright-red, blunts are fumigating Smoke accumulating. Folks, to you, them stating: Words is complicating, got you contemplating, thinking Concentrating, drinking. Comp’s compilationist Confiscating. Your whole congregation stuck like constipation Payback’s my compensation 1, 'u-xx_large_top_margin': $height > 0}" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: block;"> [Hook: Block McCloud and Mr. Metaphor] There is no opposition, no competition No blind fury that can stop my vision No adversary, no reason to worry My vision is blurry. Stop, look, and listen [Verse 3: Pumpkinhead] Welcome to my class. Have a seat, pay attention I make you nod your head by way of hypnotic suggestion My topics are hot hits like toxic on the optics Leaving blind mice ejecting out of their cockpits I slam emcees together like a mosh pit I compose composites and make a deposit On tracks when I drop shit to make you bounce like hydraulics Or gay niggas when they frolic Pass the chronic so I can talk stupid like Ebonics With these sonics, I’m making wack emcees vomit Like bulimics. So now you know the math of my staff Class of ’97. My biology experience is beyond your tiny weapons So step in my section and catch a C-section dissection for crossing the intersection I’ll leave you left in a state of shock. I got the hand that made the cradle rock I rock smooth. I’ll feed you ‘til your navel pops Spinning like dreidel tops, don’t need no blades or Glock to blaze the spot Like four-alarmers causing trauma, you’re a goner Putting you through more drama Than a guidance counselor, then pause like a comma Then bend like ori... gami on a Quest like Jonny and Hadji With more technology than Konami 1, 'u-xx_large_top_margin': $height > 0}" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: block;"> [Hook: Block McCloud and Mr. Metaphor] (x3) There is no opposition, no competition No blind fury that can stop my vision No adversary, no reason to worry My vision is blurry. Stop, look, and listen
De The Game celle que j'ai écouté le plus en boucle c'est celle avec Busta Rhymes au refrain (1er album) :
Spoileur https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elkader_Keystone_Bridge https://www.deseretnews.com/article/900062555/utah-jazz-donovan-mitchell-gets-a-bridge- named-after-him-in-salt-lake-city.html https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pont_Morandi#Effondrement_partiel_en_2018
Spoileur https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_(fils_de_Jacob) https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_(Nouveau_Testament)
Spoileur I had to stay mental, when DEA stopped my gray rental Incidental, my girl home watchin' Jay Leno Prophesize, I pulled the wise With frame eyes for disguise, talkin' like them white guys Shallow demeanor, karma was the main schemer What could be greener, when all I thought about was Beemers Then came the questioning Arresting me was steppin' rare Asking permission so he could say he kept it fair Fake mustaches and hundred yard dashes Through lake molasses because my government's so fascist Don't choose to ass-kiss dolo spots Up near Damascus on all areas harassless Don't wanna do enough confront a crew That night I got two, went to sleep, woke up with guns drew No time for cryin' cowards Too late for fire power Karma convinced me to meet him at his dyin' hour [Chorus] (x2) Now leading back to that night, reality strikes Them unknown faces are the casualty types [Verse 2: Donte] When you watch yo' nigga rise and disguise You despise 'cuz I built an enterprise While you still livin' lies And I'm all you wanna be, but that's all you gonna be Get your long path and yo' ass from in front of me Niggas thought you had my back and you was stealin' out my pack When other niggas try to tell me "I wasn't even feelin' that" That's my ace, that nigga got keys to my place And he know about the cash, stashed G's in the safe Wait, no time to waste when best friends player-hate Relocate, (can't sleep), now I gotta stay awake And take a still break, 'cuz I be dealin' with this ill fate When niggas be fake, infiltrate and try to and steal weight 1, 'u-xx_large_top_margin': $height > 0}" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: block;"> [Break] (x2) "The way I vex, will cause an insane karma" [Verse 3: Main Flo] All up on the humble Fuckin wit fake niggas that know I bubble Precise juggle, 'cuz life is my type of struggle Seven-fifty IL's, and tales of fly females Who caught in these sales with live details Shades by Cartier, and big links that hardly play It could be Auste, let's do this in a large way I wanna see the Amazon Basin To set out to gather my thoughts into a calm basement [Verse 4: Donte] Man ain't nuttin' change, niggas don't know what they facin' Already steady pacin', they seeds to be replacements We ain't the felon type Or into sellin' white 'Cuz everything money bring, children of the malonites (I'm Bob's song) Provin' Ja live, not gone To pay a devil on a loan, got to rob yo' own No love with no peace, gave life to the beast As the defecit increase, Exodus outta Greece This note is legal tender, depths connect, render Evil spender, people mentors resurrect to evil vendor now 1, 'u-xx_large_top_margin': $height > 0}" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: block;"> [Chorus] Now leading back to that night, reality strikes Them unknown faces are the casualty types [Break] (x4) "The way I vex, will cause an insane karma" https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walla_Walla_(peuple) https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ubiquisme https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parc_national_de_Yellowstone
https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cénobitisme https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gyrovague https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adéodat_(fils_d'Augustin)
