[00:00.00] 作曲 : Shadrach Kabango
[00:30.09]Yo
[00:30.69]Big ups to 91.5 live from cold K-dub
[00:33.75]Just reminding all my guys in the world to stay up
[00:36.24]Never had to spray slugs so I don't play thug
[00:38.61]Or try to fit with the killers like O.J.'s glove
[00:41.07]Still cats love to see me like they own pay stubs
[00:43.44]Out to create buzz
[00:44.43]Know that S.K. can shake clubs
[00:45.99]Like car thieves or golfers
[00:47.43]Crazy compulsive
[00:48.39]Cold killer so ill
[00:49.50]I'm giving competition ulcers
[00:50.97]These fierce frenetic poetics pierce the pathetic, plagues
[00:53.70]My powerful prophetic phonetics penetrate
[00:55.77]This renegade relic raps rugged and demonstrates
[00:58.26]How to scoop honeys with nothing but that angelic face
[01:00.84]Aesthetic-based waste get shredded, I set it straight
[01:03.09]For the hapless half-wit homies that hesitate
[01:05.46]The hellagreat, elevated skills you celebrate
[01:07.95]Practice? Kid I've been this ill since seventh-grade
[01:10.41]I dedicate this to my sis and the crew
[01:12.48]And thanks for coming out but the competition is through
[01:14.88]I gets down
[01:24.84]You suckas and frauds with soft stamina don't trouble me
[01:27.45]Duck or I'll damage ya on camera publicly
[01:29.58]When I utter these subtleties
[01:31.23]Brother please
[01:32.07]I'm the biggest thing out of Canada since Pamela's double-D's
[01:34.74]Colleagues and critics all apply the accolades
[01:37.02]To aptly describe how my flyness fascinates
[01:39.51]I activate the part of me
[01:40.65]That advocates the artistry
[01:41.85]The slick, sharp tongue
[01:42.90]That could lacerate an artery
[01:44.25]Like an axe to the heart
[01:45.54]Hackin' apart cats lackin' the smarts
[01:47.76]Cuz I've mastered the art
[01:49.11]I synchronize my syndicate
[01:50.31]For rhyme syncopation
[01:51.45]Even skits that I improvise
[01:52.92]Sit in syndication
[01:53.85]Let my sinful syntax and simple grin flash
[01:56.40]Cuz dimes fall victim when my dimples impact
[01:58.89]Cats listen close for quotes or vibe to it
[02:01.20]I school dudes and make guys students of my music
[02:03.66]The dumb sound ****s with their mic lines muted
[02:05.94]While my I.Q. is so high you couldn't fly to it
[02:09.45]I get down
[02:18.12]My language is used
[02:19.17]To bruise and stick damages to
[02:20.55]Other bands and their crews
[02:21.57]'Til all their slick managers do
[02:22.95]Is just bandage their wounds
[02:24.03]This man is just too sick for Canada's amateurs
[02:26.46]I make 'em dudes do flips like coin tosses
[02:28.59]When I rip mics like loin clothes
[02:30.15]Stripped off a groin
[02:31.08]Join the clique or get going
[02:32.61]Kid you're showing softness
[02:33.69]I cross kids like Hot Sauce does
[02:35.19]While impostors talk and jock like Bob Costas
[02:37.74]This colossus is so pompous it's preposterous
[02:40.11]I'm always jamming like Peter Tosh's rastas
[02:42.45]Getting the thoughtless tossed quicker
[02:44.10]Than The Moffats in a mosh pit, homes
[02:45.99]I gets down like acrostic poems
[02:47.73]My resources hold more forces
[02:49.71]Than the torque on 400-horse Porsches
[02:51.90]I contort, twist and torch kids
[02:53.52]With my oral orifice
[02:54.57]Til these dorks is nothing more than some scorched corpses
[02:57.90]I get down
[02:58.50]Yo, I get down
[03:06.96]It's like I'm squeezing a glock
[03:08.31]When I creep in the spot
[03:09.30]People get shot back
[03:10.32]Freeze and then flop, breathe and then stop
[03:11.91]The way I leave 'em in shock
[03:13.38]Forget radio they play my flow on "Believe It or Not!"
[03:16.20]But I still don't own the keys to the drop
[03:18.03]Leasin' to cop the beach with the yacht and don't foresee reaching the top
[03:21.48]But that's cool 'cause I'm frequently jocked from speaking this talk
[03:24.33]And plus on the streets I get props
[03:25.89]Well before I leave, peace to the blocks
[03:27.75]Where my people still beef with the cops
[03:29.31]And get beaten a lot, it needs to get taught
[03:31.32]And ask Kanye, Jesus can walk
[03:33.24]Always reach for the Roc, not the heat to get cocked
[03:35.52]Releasing the shot, ending a life
[03:37.35]No need for the pop
[03:38.82]Ya heard? Like sheep with the flock
[03:40.44]I get down
[03:43.47]I get down
[03:44.04]I get down
[03:45.30]And yo, Peace to Digs that's how I get down and yo,
[03:48.12]Peace to Vee that's how I get down and yo,
[03:50.61]And to the fam that's how I get down and yo

作曲 : Shadrach Kabango
Yo
Big ups to 91.5 live from cold K-dub
Just reminding all my guys in the world to stay up
Never had to spray slugs so I don't play thug
Or try to fit with the killers like O.J.'s glove
Still cats love to see me like they own pay stubs
Out to create buzz
Know that S.K. can shake clubs
Like car thieves or golfers
Crazy compulsive
Cold killer so ill
I'm giving competition ulcers
These fierce frenetic poetics pierce the pathetic, plagues
My powerful prophetic phonetics penetrate
This renegade relic raps rugged and demonstrates
How to scoop honeys with nothing but that angelic face
Aesthetic-based waste get shredded, I set it straight
For the hapless half-wit homies that hesitate
The hellagreat, elevated skills you celebrate
Practice? Kid I've been this ill since seventh-grade
I dedicate this to my sis and the crew
And thanks for coming out but the competition is through
I gets down
You suckas and frauds with soft stamina don't trouble me
Duck or I'll damage ya on camera publicly
When I utter these subtleties
Brother please
I'm the biggest thing out of Canada since Pamela's double-D's
Colleagues and critics all apply the accolades
To aptly describe how my flyness fascinates
I activate the part of me
That advocates the artistry
The slick, sharp tongue
That could lacerate an artery
Like an axe to the heart
Hackin' apart cats lackin' the smarts
Cuz I've mastered the art
I synchronize my syndicate
For rhyme syncopation
Even skits that I improvise
Sit in syndication
Let my sinful syntax and simple grin flash
Cuz dimes fall victim when my dimples impact
Cats listen close for quotes or vibe to it
I school dudes and make guys students of my music
The dumb sound ****s with their mic lines muted
While my I.Q. is so high you couldn't fly to it
I get down
My language is used
To bruise and stick damages to
Other bands and their crews
'Til all their slick managers do
Is just bandage their wounds
This man is just too sick for Canada's amateurs
I make 'em dudes do flips like coin tosses
When I rip mics like loin clothes
Stripped off a groin
Join the clique or get going
Kid you're showing softness
I cross kids like Hot Sauce does
While impostors talk and jock like Bob Costas
This colossus is so pompous it's preposterous
I'm always jamming like Peter Tosh's rastas
Getting the thoughtless tossed quicker
Than The Moffats in a mosh pit, homes
I gets down like acrostic poems
My resources hold more forces
Than the torque on 400-horse Porsches
I contort, twist and torch kids
With my oral orifice
Til these dorks is nothing more than some scorched corpses
I get down
Yo, I get down
It's like I'm squeezing a glock
When I creep in the spot
People get shot back
Freeze and then flop, breathe and then stop
The way I leave 'em in shock
Forget radio they play my flow on "Believe It or Not!"
But I still don't own the keys to the drop
Leasin' to cop the beach with the yacht and don't foresee reaching the top
But that's cool 'cause I'm frequently jocked from speaking this talk
And plus on the streets I get props
Well before I leave, peace to the blocks
Where my people still beef with the cops
And get beaten a lot, it needs to get taught
And ask Kanye, Jesus can walk
Always reach for the Roc, not the heat to get cocked
Releasing the shot, ending a life
No need for the pop
Ya heard? Like sheep with the flock
I get down
I get down
I get down
And yo, Peace to Digs that's how I get down and yo,
Peace to Vee that's how I get down and yo,
And to the fam that's how I get down and yo