[00:00.00] 作词 : David Jolicoeur/Vincent Mason/Kelvin Mercer/Paul Greedus/Daniel Thompson/Jacob Dutton/Didier Marouani/Roland Romanelli
[00:01.00] 作曲 : David Jolicoeur/Vincent Mason/Kelvin Mercer/Paul Greedus/Daniel Thompson/Jacob Dutton/Didier Marouani/Roland Romanelli
[00:02.88]Up in them five-star tellies sayin two mic rhymes be them average
[00:07.02]MC's of the times
[00:08.22]Unlike them, we craft gems
[00:10.23]So systematically inclined to pen lines without sayin the producer's name, all over the track
[00:16.32]Yeah I said it!
[00:17.31]What you need to do is get back to reading credits, we them medics alphabetically stuck on that
[00:21.93]English bullshit now, quick now, before we pour that sureshot pure
[00:24.69]Rock Co.Kane
[00:25.08]Flow [MF Doom]
[00:26.40]From the top of the key, the 3
[00:28.26]Villain Been on in the game as long as you can wheelie your
[00:30.99]Schwinn Turn the corner spinnin, bust that ass and get up
[00:34.50]Dust off the mask, whoever laugh give him a head up
[00:37.44]He got jumped, it pumped his adrenaline
[00:39.96]He said it made him tougher than a bump of raw medicine
[00:42.66]To write all night long, the hourglass is still slow
[00:45.42]Flow from
[00:46.05]Hellborn to free power like
[00:47.58]Lilco And still owe bills, pay dues forever
[00:50.97]Slay you(s) when it comes to who's more cleverer
[00:53.70]Used to wore a leather goose "V" with the fur collar
[00:56.34]Hand charged a fee for loose leaf, words for dollar
[00:59.04]Ya heard?
[00:59.52]Holla -- broad or dude we need food
[01:02.10]Eat your team for sure, the streets sure seem rude
[01:04.59]For fam like the
[01:05.52]Partridges, pardon him for the mix-up
[01:07.89]Battle for your
[01:08.55]Atari cartridges or put your kicks up
[01:10.47]It's a stick up [Dave]
[01:11.19]Now put your blix up, these
[01:12.60]Rid**** Bowe cuts is swoll like penile flicks, give 'em 20
[01:16.17]The danger in his eyes'll let you know he's a brawler
[01:18.84]Bring your tallest champs like that much taller
[01:21.81]Ten pounds heavier, one step ahead of it
[01:24.60]Vocab, stamina, style's all irrelevant
[01:27.30]Camps and cliques, units, squad crews and clans
[01:30.69]Even your tongues'll **** around and leave your mouth [MF Doom]
[01:33.99]Doom brung that bum, there goes that news van again
[01:37.20]Act like you knew like
[01:38.22]Toucan Sam an' 'em
[01:39.78]He eat rappers like part of a complete breakfast
[01:42.33]Your rhymes ain't worth the weight of they cheap necklace
[01:44.91]String 'em up, bring 'em up under whack junk snack
[01:47.82]And get that out your hand, punk, jump and get your dunk smacked foul, we all know the rules bro
[01:55.17]You slow, you blow the soup on your fools, his
[01:56.01]Impulse like
[01:56.31]Yugo [Posdonus]
[01:56.73]You go lights, camera, action with no makeup
[01:59.73]We De La to the death, or at least until we break up
[02:02.67]Here's a couple of nice guys who finished first
[02:05.13]So nice try, but the prize is ours dispersed
[02:07.92]They say the good die young, so
[02:09.90]I added some bad-ass to my flavor to prolong my life over the drum
[02:14.22]Everyone cools off from bein hot
[02:16.32]It's about if you can handle bein cold or not!
[02:18.90]And we was told to hop on no one's dick by
[02:21.54]Prince Paul
[02:22.23]We stayed original ever since y'all
[02:24.72]First to do a lot of things in the game, but the last to say it
[02:27.84]No need to place it on a scale to weigh it
[02:30.03]And don't do it for the plays or to raise the bar
[02:32.70]Yet it's raised anyway, it's so amazing, are the three
[02:35.82]L.I. brothers from a other way of thinkin
[02:38.28]Hey your lady's winkin,
[02:39.42]I think you need to control that whore or
[02:41.04]I('ll) have to hold that [Dave]
[02:41.91]The elements are airborne,
[02:43.11]I smell the success (Yo let's cookie cut the shit and get the gingerbread, man)
[02:47.22]Sacrifice mics and push drugs to these rappers
[02:50.19]Puff ponies 'til
[02:51.12]I turn blue in the lips
[02:52.53]Sippin broads like 7-
[02:53.70]Up (ahh) so refre*****ng
[02:55.53]I finger pop these verses like first dates to birthdates
[02:58.41]September 2-1, 1-9, 6-8
[02:59.04]Too old, to rhyme?
[03:02.37]Too bad, too late

作词 : David Jolicoeur/Vincent Mason/Kelvin Mercer/Paul Greedus/Daniel Thompson/Jacob Dutton/Didier Marouani/Roland Romanelli
作曲 : David Jolicoeur/Vincent Mason/Kelvin Mercer/Paul Greedus/Daniel Thompson/Jacob Dutton/Didier Marouani/Roland Romanelli
Up in them five-star tellies sayin two mic rhymes be them average
MC's of the times
Unlike them, we craft gems
So systematically inclined to pen lines without sayin the producer's name, all over the track
Yeah I said it!
What you need to do is get back to reading credits, we them medics alphabetically stuck on that
English bullshit now, quick now, before we pour that sureshot pure
Rock Co.Kane
Flow
From the top of the key, the 3
Villain Been on in the game as long as you can wheelie your
Schwinn Turn the corner spinnin, bust that ass and get up
Dust off the mask, whoever laugh give him a head up
He got jumped, it pumped his adrenaline
He said it made him tougher than a bump of raw medicine
To write all night long, the hourglass is still slow
Flow from
Hellborn to free power like
Lilco And still owe bills, pay dues forever
Slay you(s) when it comes to who's more cleverer
Used to wore a leather goose "V" with the fur collar
Hand charged a fee for loose leaf, words for dollar
Ya heard?
Holla -- broad or dude we need food
Eat your team for sure, the streets sure seem rude
For fam like the
Partridges, pardon him for the mix-up
Battle for your
Atari cartridges or put your kicks up
It's a stick up
Now put your blix up, these
Rid**** Bowe cuts is swoll like penile flicks, give 'em 20
The danger in his eyes'll let you know he's a brawler
Bring your tallest champs like that much taller
Ten pounds heavier, one step ahead of it
Vocab, stamina, style's all irrelevant
Camps and cliques, units, squad crews and clans
Even your tongues'll **** around and leave your mouth
Doom brung that bum, there goes that news van again
Act like you knew like
Toucan Sam an' 'em
He eat rappers like part of a complete breakfast
Your rhymes ain't worth the weight of they cheap necklace
String 'em up, bring 'em up under whack junk snack
And get that out your hand, punk, jump and get your dunk smacked foul, we all know the rules bro
You slow, you blow the soup on your fools, his
Impulse like
Yugo
You go lights, camera, action with no makeup
We De La to the death, or at least until we break up
Here's a couple of nice guys who finished first
So nice try, but the prize is ours dispersed
They say the good die young, so
I added some bad-ass to my flavor to prolong my life over the drum
Everyone cools off from bein hot
It's about if you can handle bein cold or not!
And we was told to hop on no one's dick by
Prince Paul
We stayed original ever since y'all
First to do a lot of things in the game, but the last to say it
No need to place it on a scale to weigh it
And don't do it for the plays or to raise the bar
Yet it's raised anyway, it's so amazing, are the three
L.I. brothers from a other way of thinkin
Hey your lady's winkin,
I think you need to control that whore or
I('ll) have to hold that
The elements are airborne,
I smell the success (Yo let's cookie cut the shit and get the gingerbread, man)
Sacrifice mics and push drugs to these rappers
Puff ponies 'til
I turn blue in the lips
Sippin broads like 7-
Up (ahh) so refre*****ng
I finger pop these verses like first dates to birthdates
September 2-1, 1-9, 6-8
Too old, to rhyme?
Too bad, too late