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letra de macho man randy savage - k21

[sample: “macho man” randy savage & gene okerlund]
gene okerlund: macho man randy savage. you have changed over the past couple of months like i cannot believe, sir
randy savage: i’m a chameleon. yeah huh huh
okerlund: a chameleon?
savage: uh huh yeah! i’m talking about the beat goes on, yeah. and the beat goes on, yeah. and the beat goes on! now sugar is sweet and so is honey, yeah!
okerlund: but the beat goes on?
savage: but the beat goes on

[chorus: macho man randy savage (sampled)]
“and the beat goes on, yeah
and the beat goes on, yeah
and the beat goes on, yeah
and the beat goes on, yeah
and the beat goes on, yeah
and the beat goes on, yeah
and the beat goes on
and the beat goes on”

[verse 1: trials]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
trust, i’m on the bus and the weed is h-ll stinky
[?] get it when i finish helsinki (that’s the capital)
once again another brilliant day
woke up, got stoned, watched citizen kane
(they call him trigga) bigger than this motherf-ckin’ universe
my crew’s a mixed bag of criminals and super nerds
i’m a rocket man (man), never been home (home)
funny lookin’ d-ck {vomits} tellin’ in-jokes {laughs}
[?] language, hangin’ with my lingo
it’s on, get my firstborn to eat a f-ckin’ dingo (come here)
gettin’ down till i’m dyin’ in my sleep
then i make her p-ssy riot like she dyin’ and i’m weak
let me bury anybody (uh,) but very sloppy (oh)
not can they fire me, but can they stop me?
no milk, got f-ck all weed
can’t contact my friends, they been up all week
well, “mama se, mama sa, mama ma ku sa”
no fightin’ in my crowd or i’ma f-ck you up
next up, bop-bop-bo-bop, wait a minute
i don’t give a f-ck, i’m the best (i did it)
[?] and some poetry
trials is mcnulty, give her a little of some’in’ salty
who the f is really f’in’ with the reverend of the f word?
word, word

[verse 2: briggs]
mr busta, where the f-ck you at?
song was a bite and the video’s wack (wack)
they need to mute the mic when you idiots rap (f-ck ’em)
me and t nice but inconsiderate blacks
swear that they on one until the dawn come
get knocked back and crack like a bonbon
shook like a pompon, briggs kong footsteps
kiddies we stomp on, i don’t know who’s next
the sh-t’s pompeii (son,) the sh-t don’t change (son)
spinnin’ in the grave, just spittin’ the same way
t make beats and we k!ll ’em the same day
blowfly life and you eat off the same plate
set cut short like ice-t’s ponytail (brother)
not mad, crowd’s only male (ew)
big-headed, pig-headed, briggs skull m-ssive
cane you f-cks: old school degr-ssi
what the f-ck it look like? listen when i stood right
hit the jaw, twist ’em when i hook right
you don’t want beef, you won’t even get the lettuce
i’ve been burnin’ burgers since pennin’ the letters
[?] deep in the trenches, crackin’ your dentures
your whole squad rendered defenceless
your whole squad’s spanners and wrenches (tools)
our whole squad k!llin’ the friends list (duals)

[verse 3: k21]
i got a locksmith, wild fire, obnoxious
that wack sh-t, f-ck if you died tryin’ to stop this
stop bricks, huffin’ the quiet life of the monsters
drive lines of the toxic that i write in an octave
bomb sh-t, beyond sick, they say he’s lost it
crash the aeroplane, go out the window of the c-ckpit
they put a donk on it, i put the hons on it
drop sonics, never with sub phonics when on tonic
rock along slippery and the jonas brothers
all these other suckas fleein’ like they roadrunner
mental, [?] for the lentil
the next fool, h-ll of the menace in your cesspool
lone wolf, home schooled, never f-cked with pro tools
but bazza gave me the logic back when trigga owned fools
learned from him to mash the beat like you makin’ borscht
add the briggla, that’s the defeat, sucka, may the force
be with you, kick it like it’s roshambo
i’m on my conan, rappers gettin’ both hands thrown at ’em
with the finger in the middle up when the kid erupts
i hit ’em up in my city, they silly to think i’m dumb
bringin’ the funk sinister sh-t till my lips are numb
try pick another this hideous spittin’, you’ll think of none
sting it like [?] , ain’t finished till i’m done
am i done? f-ck it, yeah, i’m done, f-ck it

[chorus (extended): macho man randy savage (sampled)]
“and the beat goes on, yeah
and the beat goes on, yeah
and the beat goes on, yeah
and the beat goes on, yeah
and the beat goes on, yeah
and the beat goes on, yeah
and the beat goes on, yeah” “what was that?”
“and the beat goes on” “[?] you can’t even talk about it”
“and the beat goes on, yeah
and the beat goes on, yeah
and the beat goes on, yeah
and the beat goes on, yeah
and the beat goes on, yeah
and the beat goes on, yeah
and the beat goes on, yeah
and the beat goes—and the beat goes on”

- k21

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