Текст песни 311 — Jackolantern's Weather
Well I beat a bad rap when I skip a soul trap
Just trippin’ and laughin’ atthe crap
Dap is what I get the best skins that I hit
You know we rock thefuckin’ joint and we split
Singin’ an ryhmin’s what I’m better for
When Idescribe I’m a scribe with a metaphor I use a simile lightly
’cuz that shitsplayed
The common way most ryhmes are made, ya know I rock like this I flow likethat
But all those comparisons are just that
Kickin’ different styles I’ll beright here
Today, tomorrow, next week and next year I always say
what I feel andthat is a promise
Nothing in life is above being honest
Sauna is cool comparedto being on stage
But that’s how it’s gotta go in the stone age
The fame in mygame I name rapture
Like a polished rock I’ll make it shine for sure
Word isthat I’ve travelled become unravelled
I been around the world baby gimme anapple
I’ll be your boogie man rather than son-of-sam
What I am is what I am
Though we don’t have too long to love a day a night
We only love those who, loveus right back
The kid is smart the kid is clever
Stompin’ in jack-o-lantern’sweather
Backpack strapped ’cuz the world is cold
Headphones pumpin’ don’t yaknow
The kid is smart the kid is clever
Stompin’ in jack-o-latern’s weather
Rocks his hood and playes it mellow
While maple leaves change into yellow
And ohshit damn honey at it again
Tryin’ to beat my high score since the age of ten
See my high score flash on the back glass I was malcontented
Doug in giftedclass
Now here’s the deal we came to heal we gonna rock in Rio
Oh no it’s not ajoke it’s how we feel
Put to test like a Sugar Ray scientist I’m always dancingin my
Sunday best I’m betting on my bliss and my path is lit’ see
The microphoneis live and I’m rockin’ my body
Smooth like Reggie Miller in an airborne freezeframe
Funky like the kung-fu that can put you to shame
The kid is smart the kidis clever
Stompin’ in jack-o-lantern’s weather
Backpack strapped ’cuz the worldis cold
Headphones pumpin’ don’t ya know
The kid is smart the kid is clever
Stompin’ in jack-o-latern’s weather
Rocks his hood and playes it mellow
Whilemaple leaves change into yellow I’m like hey wait a minute
Give a check on twothen I’m ready to begin it
With a boom boom bap coming outta your trunkies
Givea fat shout out to the Phunk Junkeez
Striken like a cancer taken chances
But Ilove to see the girl windin’ like the belly dancer
Standin’ up front with atight stomach showin
Me on stage singin, flowin
We just kickin’ it live we justkickin’ it live
’Cuz if you can’t kick it live you gonna die
’Fraid so punk soquit talkin’ junk
You need a live show like a ball player needs a dunk