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lirik lagu big kwam - i don't give a f... (original version)

[produced by mr. mayhem & the creators]

[intro: krs-one & big kwam]

(uhh) (buck! buck! buck!)
(’cause i don’t give a motherf-ck)
(uhh) (buck! buck! buck!)
(’cause i don’t give a motherf-ck)
(uhh) (buck! buck! buck!)
(’cause i don’t give a motherf-ck)
one, two, big kwam!
(uhh) (buck! buck! buck!)
check it out!
(’cause i don’t give a motherf-ck)

[verse 1: big kwam]

(yo!)
n-ggas know the stats when i bomb cats, their history like culminacs
from cyclone attacks, to raw raps (no doubt!)
now i’ll monopolize high hats, for yous to supply cracks
run with live cats, and leave your eyes black
kwam will leave battles unscathed, regardless of gun sprays
on some days, i’ll toast you like it’s sunday (splaaauw!)
plus my st–z don’t revolve around coppin’ pleas—
on enemies, with intense degrees, when i dispense with ease
i lacerate, and i blasted jake, at a faster rate—
than a pastor makes sermons, at a b-st-rd’s wake
so, feel the pent up fury, of a mooley, who’s moody
enough to cuff your hand without a judge and jury
metamorphic rap cocoons’ll hit n-ggas with shrapnel wounds—
gunclap platoons, and put them back in tombs
word to moses, bringing careers to closures
with lines that disposes, of all the characters and poses— (word!)
whose heart ain’t in it, while the god printed—
rhymes that limit, the knife is to a b-tch, with his ego dented
i got raw sk!lls that’s sharper than saw mills
a rotten apple’s core still, about who got more bills
some bless me with the s.p., so i can stress the—
n-ggas who got me air ballin’ point like wes-ley
i’ll milk beats till they left redunant, only to be funded—
by the blunted, who come to my shows, in the hundreds
visiualize what my mind has drawn, my mental be the womb
with which rhymes is born, it’s on when i leave my tomb

[chorus: krs-one]

(uhh) (buck! buck! buck!)
(’cause i don’t give a motherf-ck)
(uhh) (buck! buck! buck!)
(’cause i don’t give a motherf-ck)
(buck! buck! buck!)
(’cause i don’t give a motherf-ck)
(uhh) (buck! buck! buck!)
(’cause i don’t give a motherf-ck)
(buck! buck! buck!)
(’cause i don’t giv-give a mu-moth-mother f-fu-f-f-f-ck!)

[verse 2: big kwam]

(yo!)
i display moves that slay crews, without the -ssistance of tools
i break, fool, and enslave grooves
kwam extra lethal, never sweats the feeble
i flex my cerebral and inject n-ggas like needles (true!)
deadlier than a sensei’s boots, brave recruits flew the coup—
when i bomb sh-t like babe ruth, ’cause they know when their man drop—like
arabian sands, how n-ggas fry, puff more thai than bangkok (saay whaat!)
and every paragraph triggered by smoke, i figure i’ll provoke—
and have high hopes and get ya props revoked
i’m holdin’ cliques for ransom, money grip my anthem
i spit clips as my style switches, like manson
i’ll leave domes split, like chapped lips
bbs chrome and fat whips, attract chicks, when i’m at sh-t
but kwam ain’t the one to be f-ckin’ herbin’
you blood suckin’ vermin, just get f-cked until your p-ssy’s burnin’
see, i’m hip to the game, plus i rip through your frame
so maintain, i get personal like name chains
i hold the mic like a tight clamp, to get hype, champ
when i’m amped, more sh-t jump off than bike ramps
from stages to street corners, i defeat performers—
all the weaker gonners, when the kwam bring more heat than slaughters
i keep a low pro-file, like the masked avenger
dismember contenders leave ’em crushed like car fenders

[outro: big kwam]

yeah!
how ya like that, black?
one time, one time!
hittin’ skins from the back
big kwam, up in the check!
ya know what i’m sayin?
recognize!
and i’m out—like third strike!

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