[00:00.000] 作词 : Lonnie Rashid Lynn/Peter Phillips/Joe Wheeler
[00:00.326] 作曲 : Lonnie Rashid Lynn/Peter Phillips/Joe Wheeler
[00:00.652][Break: Pete Rock & Rakim]
[00:00.995]Uh, what (All kind of ideas)
[00:05.179]Uh-huh
[00:08.502]Yeah, boy
[00:14.139]Yeah
[00:16.920]Yeah, yeah, uh-huh
[00:19.658]Uh, uh, yeah, ayo
[00:21.285]
[00:21.569][Verse 1: Pete Rock]
[00:21.814]I'm soul brother uno, black from the future
[00:23.974]Make beats on the table if I break my computer (Break my computer)
[00:26.773]Still make hits like I used to
[00:29.417]Keep your top five, I'm god's favorite producer
[00:32.075]Sixteen bars of pressure, no metronome
[00:34.782]Thinking outside the box, that's a better zone
[00:37.845]So many ideas coming out the wazoo (Uh)
[00:40.158]It's only one of me, can never do what I do (Ayy)
[00:42.724]Past, present and future; that is timeless (Uh)
[00:45.605]Been a lot a things, but I never been rhymeless (Never)
[00:48.217]Drums like scattered showers when I rain, man (Uh-huh)
[00:51.194]Giving you food for soul, that's the game plan
[00:53.618]Tears for fears, I said a shout out to all my peers
[00:56.201]But I never ran out of all kinds of ideas, I said
[00:58.705]Tears for fear, a shout out to all my peers
[01:01.997]But never ran out of all kind of ideas
[01:03.363][Break: Pete Rock & Rakim]
[01:03.740]All kind of ideas
[01:25.266]
[01:25.498][Verse 2: Common]
[01:25.761]Rack focus to the black Moses that's light skinned
[01:28.490]A dawn like when the night end, the multi-hyphened
[01:31.176]My stipend is ripened from Chi’ to Big Apple
[01:33.772]On the mic, I'm Micah Parsons any subject I tackle
[01:36.452]And grapple with wack dudes
[01:38.525]And school niggas like black schools ‘cause they lack rules
[01:41.027]Niggas mad ‘cause I know that cash rules everything around me except my mind
[01:45.811]The underground found me, and depth I find on the railroad
[01:48.408]I unjail souls like harriet
[01:51.154]Spitting chariots of fire through the wire and live barb fences
[01:55.111]I murder MCs; some say that it's senseless
[01:57.928]Bomber like a winter coat though I've been In the trenches
[02:00.771]Known to go for it like fourth and inches
[02:03.364]Move the chains, I maneuver through the game
[02:05.877]My thought grab the mic like I'm on Soul Train
[02:08.371]Foes came sporting fake smiles like dentures
[02:11.411]Them monkeys been programmed; at them, I throw wrenches
[02:14.011]Hunger for the game, your thirst never quenches
[02:16.733]You search for mentions, I unearth dimensions
[02:19.224]These are adventures from avalon benches
[02:22.578]The real hip-hop, Com came to his senses
[02:24.510]Extensions of a man, the master planned for years
[02:27.540]For me to bring to the world (All kind of ideas)
[02:29.811][Break: Rakim]
[02:30.277]All kind, all, all, all kind of ideas

作词 : Lonnie Rashid Lynn/Peter Phillips/Joe Wheeler
作曲 : Lonnie Rashid Lynn/Peter Phillips/Joe Wheeler
Uh, what (All kind of ideas)
Uh-huh
Yeah, boy
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh
Uh, uh, yeah, ayo

I'm soul brother uno, black from the future
Make beats on the table if I break my computer (Break my computer)
Still make hits like I used to
Keep your top five, I'm god's favorite producer
Sixteen bars of pressure, no metronome
Thinking outside the box, that's a better zone
So many ideas coming out the wazoo (Uh)
It's only one of me, can never do what I do (Ayy)
Past, present and future; that is timeless (Uh)
Been a lot a things, but I never been rhymeless (Never)
Drums like scattered showers when I rain, man (Uh-huh)
Giving you food for soul, that's the game plan
Tears for fears, I said a shout out to all my peers
But I never ran out of all kinds of ideas, I said
Tears for fear, a shout out to all my peers
But never ran out of all kind of ideas
All kind of ideas

Rack focus to the black Moses that's light skinned
A dawn like when the night end, the multi-hyphened
My stipend is ripened from Chi’ to Big Apple
On the mic, I'm Micah Parsons any subject I tackle
And grapple with wack dudes
And school niggas like black schools ‘cause they lack rules
Niggas mad ‘cause I know that cash rules everything around me except my mind
The underground found me, and depth I find on the railroad
I unjail souls like harriet
Spitting chariots of fire through the wire and live barb fences
I murder MCs; some say that it's senseless
Bomber like a winter coat though I've been In the trenches
Known to go for it like fourth and inches
Move the chains, I maneuver through the game
My thought grab the mic like I'm on Soul Train
Foes came sporting fake smiles like dentures
Them monkeys been programmed; at them, I throw wrenches
Hunger for the game, your thirst never quenches
You search for mentions, I unearth dimensions
These are adventures from avalon benches
The real hip-hop, Com came to his senses
Extensions of a man, the master planned for years
For me to bring to the world (All kind of ideas)
All kind, all, all, all kind of ideas