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Blowin' Up The Spot

Gang Starr28 Feb 1994

Blowin' Up The Spot Lyrics

Blowin' Up The Spot (轰炸现场) - Gang Starr

Ah so now ya got me pissed off blast off lift off

Time for me to twist off a vocal fist off

Into your domepiece Homepeace

I heard your chick wants to bone me

I get wild like rugby respected like Bugsy

Don't even ask me 'cause I'm livin' lovely

Born to succeed foes bleed true indeed

The oral combat will romp that

Your one of my seeds

When I first busted on the scene

Ni**a you knew I had more than a gangsta lean

I mean my lean is gangsta though so check it

I'll stick an MC for his spot

And sign in blood on his wack record

Boo-ya-ka to your face as I ruin ya

Clown ya dumbfound ya while I'm screwin' the

F**k out cha girl as she steps into my world

I'm not the tallest but that a** I'll polish

And if the hooker runs her mouth she gets cut off

But then you'll sweat her

'Cause like my leather you're butter soft

Your style stinks kid ya garbage

And if you keep talkin' sh*t

I'ma make ya pay homage

'Cause the G to the U to the R-U

Came too far to

Let you slide through rhymes will scar you

And who the f**k are you anyway

I catch more wreck in a minute

Than if you rhyme for ten days

Throw the cash in the pot

 

You betta dash ni**a

'Cause I'm blowin' up the spot

 

"I'm 'bout to blow the f**k up"

 

"I'm 'bout to blow the f**k up"

No ex-capin the explosion

 

Those who are dozin' I close in

Set the thermostat at sub-zero they're frozen

Extreme temperatures from my mic stuns amateurs

 

Unable to conquer the Gang I ain't mad at cha

Peace to Jeru the Big Shug and the Group Home

Keepin' it real no playin' niggaz or chrome

I'm way past the kid sh*t brothers already did sh*t

You want some props Yo dog here's a biscuit

 

I'm a smooth ni**a

And my groove's bigga move ni**a

And we don't care who's wit cha got the picture

 

And you don't wanna hear the burners go pop

Gang Starr motherf**ker what blowin' up the spot

 

"I'm 'bout to blow the f**k up"

 

"I'm 'bout to blow the f**k up"

 

"I'm 'bout to blow the f**k up"

 

"I'm 'bout to blow the f**k up"

I go from one format then switch to the next

Reflex sets the pitch vocals rip through projects

 

Crazy shouts are heard all around

'Cause the GangStarr sound

Carries more weight per pound

 

I got some brand new Timbs

So emcees sing new hymns

You betta repent come correct represent

Or get stomped

Smacked and slapped cap peeled back

I got you open and now you cling to my sac

Get off hands off stay off you're way off

You rookie motherf**kers

It's the finals not the playoffs

 

I'll break you up into particles to small pieces

 

Because your brain is miniscule

You little fool come learn the tools of the trade

I made the rules so go to school and get played

Just when you're thinkin' that your jam is hot

 

 

Up steps the niggaz who be blowin' up the spot