Come Original
You got to
You got to
Come original you got to come original
All entertainers come original
You got to come original you got to come original
All entertainers
Hear why
To come original it ain't nothin' strange
You got to represent you got come full range
That's full range of emotion full range of styles
When you come to town you'll have them comin' for miles
Come original you got to come original
All entertainers come original
You got to come original you got to come original
All entertainers
Hear why
Black Eyed Peas they comin' full range and
NOFX they comin' full range and
Roni Size he comin' full range
The one Mr. Vegas you know it ain't easy
A warning to the crews out there who think they're hot
If you're not original rockers you will get shot
Down by the kids neglectin' you art, the stuff you did
Eventually it get so bad puts you to bed
Cuz when the lightning flashes sweet electricity
All the world then stands revealed with the clarity
Of raw voltage, briefly we see and the hope is
You'll be able to tell just what dope is
Come original you got to come original
All entertainers come original
You got to come original you got to come original
All entertainers
Hear why
Funk slap bass mixed with the dancehall and
Hip-hop beats and punk guitar and
Deadly on the mic is the one SA
The name is 311 and you know it ain't easy
This is not a test there's no time to mope
How you gonna cope with radioactive isotope
And boss DJ illness upon you now quickly
Infecting you fast upon the airwaves
This message brought to you by the so large system
Activate and attune yourself with mediation
And green plants they've got mad life they're sentient
They're beautiful as you and they like to dance
Everything we do we gotta come original
Put your hand up in the air and prepare for battle
Sit upon the rhythm like a tire upon a rim
We do it non-stop and then we do it again
Some of them whine and some a them bitch
They can not do it never switch
Comin' up from the heart and
Delivered with a wild pitch
Sit up on top the rhythm like a wild stallion
This is the ruling system
Come original you got to come original
All entertainers come original
You got to come original you got to come original
All entertainters come original
You got to come original you got to come original
All entertainers come original
You got to come original you got to come original
All entertainers
Come original
Byl rok 1943. Spory konwoj przemierzal wody polnocnego Atlantyku w drodze do Murmanska. Byla jasna, ksiezycowa noc. Na mostku polskiego statku, kapitan wzywa bosmana i rzecze:
- Widzicie, bosmanie, ten lad trzy mile na prawej burcie? Wlasnie U-boot strzelil torpede. Idziemy w ciasnym szyku bez mozliwosci manewru. Wedlug moich obliczen, torpeda ta trafi nas za piec minut. Zejdzcie do zalogi i przygotujcie marynarzy do opuszczenia statku. Nie ma dla nas ratunku.
Bosman, nie dyskutujac, czym predzej ruszyl w glab parowca by wykonac rozkaz. Ale z byl osobnikiem nie pozbawionym humoru, a przy tym chlop jak niedzwiedz, postanowil obrocic cala sprawe w zart. Wszedl do pomieszczen zalogi, zebral marynarzy i rzecze:
- Widzicie, chlopcy, ten stolek tutaj? Jak zaraz pier*.*ne w niego czlonkiem, to caly statek w drebiezgi pojdzie.
Marynarze, acz doskonale wiedzieli o mitycznej wrecz sile bosmana, tym razem wybuchneli smiechem, kiwajac glowami z niedowierzaniem. Rozezlil sie bosman okrutnie i jak nie wrzasnie:
- To sie zalozcie, gnojki jedne, jak zscie tacy pewni, a w miedzyczasie zakladac kamizelki ratunkowe.
Rozweseleni marynarze zaczeli zbierac pule zakladu, zakladajac przy okazji kapoki. Bosman odczekal chwile, spojrzal na zegarek, nonszalanckim ruchem wyciagnal narzedzie, spojrzal pogardliwie wokolo i BUM!
Statek poszedl w drzazgi! Porod rozbitkow, ktorzy uszli z zyciem, byli bosman i kapitan. W pewnym momencie podplywa do bosmana kapitan, caly szary z przeraznia.
- Na Boga, bosmanie, co sie stalo? Torpeda minela statek za rufa!!!
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