[00:00.00] 作曲 : LeSaoût, Tailor, Touré, Voice
[00:00.37]When I was a kid
[00:01.48]We used to play a game
[00:03.51]
[00:21.23]I think you know the rules of our game
[00:23.02]
[00:24.78]I have no time to play games
[00:26.70]Sometimes I flow staccato
[00:27.35]
[00:27.96]Strip you of vibrato
[00:29.38]While you be acting macho
[00:30.88]I try and switch it up
[00:32.23]I see the games you play
[00:33.68]And the traps you lay
[00:35.11]Not fit to fall in
[00:36.35]But I let you play them anyway
[00:37.96]Sometimes I flow staccato
[00:38.99]Strip you of vibrato
[00:40.93]While you be acting macho
[00:42.41]I try and switch it up
[00:43.89]I see the games you play
[00:45.38]And the traps you lay
[00:46.72]Not fit to fall in
[00:47.91]But I let you play them anyway
[00:49.66]Sit hear the clock tick
[00:51.27]Watch the leaves on the plant flick
[00:53.16]From the fan above the room and I lit
[00:55.19]Head trip deliberate
[00:56.45]Cease fighting the feeling and submit flow with it
[00:58.91]Like the path pre-exists in hidden codes Masonic
[01:01.42]They peep us like a web cam from the pyramid's attic
[01:04.53]Passed from hand to hand let's say coincidence
[01:06.88]Or better yet sixth sense
[01:07.92]My instincts telling me to back up from
[01:09.45]That handshake that was intense
[01:10.34]My instincts telling me to back up from
[01:12.02]That handshake that was intense
[01:13.20]Brush it off and commence
[01:14.43]Blame it on myself tripping
[01:15.74]'Til the shit hits the fan
[01:17.49]'Cause I steered from the plan
[01:18.86]About face and Billy Jean step into place
[01:21.07]Throw my coat on the hook
[01:22.59]Recap the time that I wasted
[01:23.88]I know that spitting's a bad habit
[01:25.35]But I can't help the taste
[01:26.73]Still searching for the clues as it becomes a cold case
[01:29.34]Procrastinator
[01:29.64]'Til I think to remove the sheet from your face
[01:32.26]Reveal the naysayer
[01:34.35]
[01:36.14]Sometimes I flow staccato
[01:36.89]Strip you of vibrato
[01:38.60]While you be acting macho
[01:40.11]I try and switch it up
[01:41.63]I see the games you play
[01:43.06]And the traps you lay
[01:44.41]Not fit to fall in
[01:45.64]But I let you play them anyway
[01:47.23]Sometimes I flow staccato
[01:48.60]Strip you of vibrato
[01:50.10]While you be acting macho
[01:51.56]I try and switch it up
[01:53.13]I see the games you play
[01:54.67]And the traps you lay
[01:56.04]Not fit to fall in
[01:57.27]But I let you play them anyway
[01:59.50]
[02:10.91]How could you do this to me
[02:12.39]Me me me me
[02:14.58]
[02:15.57]Don't you ever get tired of thinking about your
[02:19.40]
[02:22.37]Now you ain't saying nada
[02:23.79]Sweating getting hotta
[02:25.08]Change your tune why botha
[02:26.66]I'm bought to rip you up
[02:28.00]Such a control freak
[02:29.47]You mouth the words I speak
[02:31.39]You question me
[02:32.95]But you ain't even listening
[02:34.54]Your world is make believe
[02:36.12]But I keep pretending that I'm flexible
[02:38.14]So you think your will's got me bending
[02:40.25]Putting all your energy into negativity
[02:42.63]You holding over me while you're steady scheming
[02:45.45]But I'm making moves
[02:46.71]While you're sleeping and dreaming
[02:48.09]Of being larger than life
[02:49.37]Your own hype you believing
[02:50.68]
[02:51.59]Well now
[02:52.41]You've been faking the funk since the beginning
[02:54.58]Too many chapters in now to rewrite and fix the ending
[02:57.39]Besides you question
[02:58.48]What kind of message that be sending
[03:00.38]That you's a chump punk butt so what
[03:03.47]I care not of the role you choose to play
[03:06.18]By the way
[03:06.87]I'm sure of a beginning and an end
[03:08.65]But everything in between is all grey
[03:11.09]All grey all grey all grey
[03:13.28]
[03:14.27]Sometimes I flow staccato
[03:15.56]Strip you of vibrato
[03:17.00]While you be acting macho
[03:18.39]I try and switch it up
[03:19.88]I see the games you play
[03:21.37]And the traps you lay
[03:22.73]Not fit to fall in
[03:23.98]But I let you play them anyway
[03:25.57]Sometimes I flow staccato
[03:26.85]Strip you of vibrato
[03:28.36]While you be acting macho
[03:30.01]I try and switch it up
[03:31.53]I see the games you play
[03:32.96]And the traps you lay
[03:34.30]Not fit to fall in
[03:35.62]But I let you play them anyway
[03:37.82]
[04:10.37]I don't understand this game

作曲 : LeSaoût, Tailor, Touré, Voice
When I was a kid
We used to play a game
I think you know the rules of our game
I have no time to play games
Sometimes I flow staccato
Strip you of vibrato
While you be acting macho
I try and switch it up
I see the games you play
And the traps you lay
Not fit to fall in
But I let you play them anyway
Sometimes I flow staccato
Strip you of vibrato
While you be acting macho
I try and switch it up
I see the games you play
And the traps you lay
Not fit to fall in
But I let you play them anyway
Sit hear the clock tick
Watch the leaves on the plant flick
From the fan above the room and I lit
Head trip deliberate
Cease fighting the feeling and submit flow with it
Like the path pre-exists in hidden codes Masonic
They peep us like a web cam from the pyramid's attic
Passed from hand to hand let's say coincidence
Or better yet sixth sense
My instincts telling me to back up from
That handshake that was intense
My instincts telling me to back up from
That handshake that was intense
Brush it off and commence
Blame it on myself tripping
'Til the shit hits the fan
'Cause I steered from the plan
About face and Billy Jean step into place
Throw my coat on the hook
Recap the time that I wasted
I know that spitting's a bad habit
But I can't help the taste
Still searching for the clues as it becomes a cold case
Procrastinator
'Til I think to remove the sheet from your face
Reveal the naysayer
Sometimes I flow staccato
Strip you of vibrato
While you be acting macho
I try and switch it up
I see the games you play
And the traps you lay
Not fit to fall in
But I let you play them anyway
Sometimes I flow staccato
Strip you of vibrato
While you be acting macho
I try and switch it up
I see the games you play
And the traps you lay
Not fit to fall in
But I let you play them anyway
How could you do this to me
Me me me me
Don't you ever get tired of thinking about your
Now you ain't saying nada
Sweating getting hotta
Change your tune why botha
I'm bought to rip you up
Such a control freak
You mouth the words I speak
You question me
But you ain't even listening
Your world is make believe
But I keep pretending that I'm flexible
So you think your will's got me bending
Putting all your energy into negativity
You holding over me while you're steady scheming
But I'm making moves
While you're sleeping and dreaming
Of being larger than life
Your own hype you believing
Well now
You've been faking the funk since the beginning
Too many chapters in now to rewrite and fix the ending
Besides you question
What kind of message that be sending
That you's a chump punk butt so what
I care not of the role you choose to play
By the way
I'm sure of a beginning and an end
But everything in between is all grey
All grey all grey all grey
Sometimes I flow staccato
Strip you of vibrato
While you be acting macho
I try and switch it up
I see the games you play
And the traps you lay
Not fit to fall in
But I let you play them anyway
Sometimes I flow staccato
Strip you of vibrato
While you be acting macho
I try and switch it up
I see the games you play
And the traps you lay
Not fit to fall in
But I let you play them anyway
I don't understand this game