letra de how we gonna do dis? - mc zappa
[verse 1: mc zappa]
how we gonna do dis? we do dis like brutus
‘cuz to me, a dope sound’s more necessary than food is
yo, they call me the breakbeat bandit
and this ain’t a spontaneous gambit; i planned it
‘cuz they tryna k!ll hip-hop, and the scars be visible
with the influx of suckas who are hardly lyrical
but worry not, ‘cuz i’m the maker of funky neck-breakers
here to barrage and sabotage the next faker
punks beware, ‘cuz i hate the wannabes
you makin’ a mockery; fakin’ and tryna be
somethin’ that you’re not, and will never be
so cut the cr-p and stop tryna pretend to me
a lot of these punks love to exaggerate
but i don’t really care; they’re all natural fakes
you should know a real g don’t need to boast
and those who say they got it always need it the most
i don’t care about the standard sixteen bars
nor about the jets or fancy pristine cars
nah; i’m only meditatin’ like a buddhist
to figure out how we gonna do dis
[break]
[verse 2: mc zappa]
hip-hop’s been stepped on ’til it’s unrecognizable
and if you got a message, than the market ain’t reliable
but i’m so fed up with that, so i readjust
release a flood of beats and rhymes ’til the speaker busts
suckas surround me and try to confound me
but they take damage, and all my enemies vanish
because even though hip-hop has taken a detour
all of my notes is explosive like a c4
they tell me to stop with the f-ckin’ eulogies
let it go ‘cuz hip-hop isn’t what it used to be
word; it took an unbelievable turn
i lit a spark, and like gasoline, it’ll burn
i’m a p-ssionate advocate for the mc tradition
and i believe in hip-hop more than a religion
this was a diabolical move
but mc zappa’ll throw some bit-hop in the groove
‘cuz i’m a drum break junkie, lookin’ for the next fix
step up, and see what record the flex rips
as long as i live, i’ll still be a student
yo, how we gonna do dis?
[break]
how we gonna do dis? we do it wit’ a p-ssion
we keep ’em laughin’, never p-ssin’; f-ck fashion
if you shuck and jive, just to get record sales
can’t keep it up forever; have to jet and bail
they will get bored with you; make no war over you
your so-called fans ain’t gon’ want no more of you
and besides that, it just ain’t respectable
i can smell sellouts, ‘cuz they plain detectable
good ol’ music; we might never get it back
yo, but never the less, i still kick it black
like deep cover, on a mission; won’t stop
can’t quit now, ‘cuz i’m spittin’ to the top
lyrics flow through my head like the rushin’ nile river
and this is why i am, you see, a crushin’ rhyme k!ller
even if i gotta fight to the bitter end
i’m not sellin’ out, givin’ up, or givin’ in
slayin’ the beats and retainin’ the heat
‘cuz it’s all a game, and i’m playin’ for keeps
so if you wonder how i feel or what my mood is
stick around and see how we gonna do dis
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