歌曲 | Today's Mathematics |
歌手 | Gravediggaz |
专辑 | Nightmare in A-Minor |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Berkeley, Hamilton | |
Yo! Gravediggaz (yeah) | |
Yo! Y'all know what time it is (Gatekeeper, Grym Reaper) | |
Diggin up another plot (yo) | |
Dumb deaf and blind niggaz out here | |
Tryin to shine, yo, yo | |
Uhh, who give a fuck about a cop | |
When they move through the Brooklyn blocks lickin a shot | |
Where the hardrocks at, and the super thug killers? | |
If it ain't revolution then FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ | |
You talk about heatin up, blocks and streets | |
But your blocks go to sleep for the cops and beasts | |
Aiyyo, if I gotta see another black momma cry | |
Tony T.I.(?), I bring fuckin drama 'til I die | |
If y'all ain't ready, to walk that walk | |
Don't talk that talk cause I, live in New York | |
Where the Mayor, condones the outline in chalk | |
And the big blue gang stalks and bangs your corpse | |
And forced like American rebels into a rage | |
To force back Samaritan devils into a cage! | |
I'm the New World Order | |
The voice of electric currents of manslaughter | |
Unhand my daughters | |
And sons all Babylon, you're gonna hate me | |
Worser than Farrakhan even when I'm gone | |
My words carry on, my herds respond | |
Freedom is the road that my peeps travel on | |
My rap verse attacks first in from the black hearse | |
The wicked and weak, hurtin my peeps is gonna catch worse | |
No justice, no peace | |
It's just us kids in the streets goin to war with beasts | |
[Chorus: x2] | |
Peace God, what's today's mathematics? | |
The Gods wreak havoc on the weak wicked and savage | |
Leave 'em in a panic, then take advantage | |
In the two-triple-oh, we knock 'em off the PLANET! | |
[Fruitkwan/Gatekeeper] | |
Peace to the Gods, yo | |
Seekin inner sanctions, I don't tangle with Satan | |
Couldn't cross with what, navigations | |
Original hypocrites turned Digital, access pivotal | |
Metaphysical state, you can't relate | |
Where each drop of water, symbolic to atomic slaughter | |
Of Aurora comets, pay homage | |
I seek prominence, chop heads off devils | |
Remain dominant, blackness my practice of tolerance | |
Guided through a tower of scholars, mind equal in power | |
Collisions brought about, tactical violence | |
Simplistic, warriorlistic type knights | |
That existed, in a crucifix, that's twisted | |
Hex cursed upon the X, but I respond | |
In six sects, (?) intense foe bein four hundred million shoguns | |
Plus inside my dungeon for a psychiatric spongin | |
Foolish intrusion thumps in brain transfusions, I'm born true eyed | |
At this moment, while my opponents are what? Terrified | |
[Chorus] | |
[Fruitkwan/Gatekeeper] | |
Fuckin devils are evil | |
The hunger and pain in the father's plane of regents | |
I pledge allegiance | |
Swore to defend Allah's universal revenge | |
Conceal secrecy | |
The emblem of justice placed above the head frequencies | |
Shaped in forms with dark matter | |
Usin ultra gamma rays to shatter they stagment | |
Broke your compounds to fragments | |
Induced the science of hypnosis | |
Causin they mind to combine summer solstice | |
[Too Poetic/Grym Reaper] | |
As my soldiers set to fire, to Boogie Down, Brooklyn, and Queens | |
Is bein sprayed with green pesticides | |
But we the only pest that dies | |
Not the roaches, mosquitoes, the rats or the FLIES! | |
That's just a lie to cover | |
Until the cops hover over the city to make people of color just SUFFER! | |
I pity the unprepared | |
Who ain't tryin to hear what I'm kickin in his ear | |
We all aware cash rules | |
But some are unaware where and when to blast tools | |
When to act cool | |
Cause when you pursue beef on the street corner | |
Beasts bring the heat like a deep sauna | |
So I keep on a, glorious path in some water | |
Blessed with the warrior's wrath! | |
[Chorus] |
zuo ci : Berkeley, Hamilton | |
Yo! Gravediggaz yeah | |
Yo! Y' all know what time it is Gatekeeper, Grym Reaper | |
Diggin up another plot yo | |
Dumb deaf and blind niggaz out here | |
Tryin to shine, yo, yo | |
Uhh, who give a fuck about a cop | |
When they move through the Brooklyn blocks lickin a shot | |
Where the hardrocks at, and the super thug killers? | |
If it ain' t revolution then FUCK Y' ALL NIGGAZ | |
You talk about heatin up, blocks and streets | |
But your blocks go to sleep for the cops and beasts | |
Aiyyo, if I gotta see another black momma cry | |
Tony T. I.?, I bring fuckin drama ' til I die | |
If y' all ain' t ready, to walk that walk | |
Don' t talk that talk cause I, live in New York | |
Where the Mayor, condones the outline in chalk | |
And the big blue gang stalks and bangs your corpse | |
And forced like American rebels into a rage | |
To force back Samaritan devils into a cage! | |
I' m the New World Order | |
The voice of electric currents of manslaughter | |
Unhand my daughters | |
And sons all Babylon, you' re gonna hate me | |
Worser than Farrakhan even when I' m gone | |
My words carry on, my herds respond | |
Freedom is the road that my peeps travel on | |
My rap verse attacks first in from the black hearse | |
The wicked and weak, hurtin my peeps is gonna catch worse | |
No justice, no peace | |
It' s just us kids in the streets goin to war with beasts | |
Chorus: x2 | |
Peace God, what' s today' s mathematics? | |
The Gods wreak havoc on the weak wicked and savage | |
Leave ' em in a panic, then take advantage | |
In the twotripleoh, we knock ' em off the PLANET! | |
Fruitkwan Gatekeeper | |
Peace to the Gods, yo | |
Seekin inner sanctions, I don' t tangle with Satan | |
Couldn' t cross with what, navigations | |
Original hypocrites turned Digital, access pivotal | |
Metaphysical state, you can' t relate | |
Where each drop of water, symbolic to atomic slaughter | |
Of Aurora comets, pay homage | |
I seek prominence, chop heads off devils | |
Remain dominant, blackness my practice of tolerance | |
Guided through a tower of scholars, mind equal in power | |
Collisions brought about, tactical violence | |
Simplistic, warriorlistic type knights | |
That existed, in a crucifix, that' s twisted | |
Hex cursed upon the X, but I respond | |
In six sects, ? intense foe bein four hundred million shoguns | |
Plus inside my dungeon for a psychiatric spongin | |
Foolish intrusion thumps in brain transfusions, I' m born true eyed | |
At this moment, while my opponents are what? Terrified | |
Chorus | |
Fruitkwan Gatekeeper | |
Fuckin devils are evil | |
The hunger and pain in the father' s plane of regents | |
I pledge allegiance | |
Swore to defend Allah' s universal revenge | |
Conceal secrecy | |
The emblem of justice placed above the head frequencies | |
Shaped in forms with dark matter | |
Usin ultra gamma rays to shatter they stagment | |
Broke your compounds to fragments | |
Induced the science of hypnosis | |
Causin they mind to combine summer solstice | |
Too Poetic Grym Reaper | |
As my soldiers set to fire, to Boogie Down, Brooklyn, and Queens | |
Is bein sprayed with green pesticides | |
But we the only pest that dies | |
Not the roaches, mosquitoes, the rats or the FLIES! | |
That' s just a lie to cover | |
Until the cops hover over the city to make people of color just SUFFER! | |
I pity the unprepared | |
Who ain' t tryin to hear what I' m kickin in his ear | |
We all aware cash rules | |
But some are unaware where and when to blast tools | |
When to act cool | |
Cause when you pursue beef on the street corner | |
Beasts bring the heat like a deep sauna | |
So I keep on a, glorious path in some water | |
Blessed with the warrior' s wrath! | |
Chorus |
zuò cí : Berkeley, Hamilton | |
Yo! Gravediggaz yeah | |
Yo! Y' all know what time it is Gatekeeper, Grym Reaper | |
Diggin up another plot yo | |
Dumb deaf and blind niggaz out here | |
Tryin to shine, yo, yo | |
Uhh, who give a fuck about a cop | |
When they move through the Brooklyn blocks lickin a shot | |
Where the hardrocks at, and the super thug killers? | |
If it ain' t revolution then FUCK Y' ALL NIGGAZ | |
You talk about heatin up, blocks and streets | |
But your blocks go to sleep for the cops and beasts | |
Aiyyo, if I gotta see another black momma cry | |
Tony T. I.?, I bring fuckin drama ' til I die | |
If y' all ain' t ready, to walk that walk | |
Don' t talk that talk cause I, live in New York | |
Where the Mayor, condones the outline in chalk | |
And the big blue gang stalks and bangs your corpse | |
And forced like American rebels into a rage | |
To force back Samaritan devils into a cage! | |
I' m the New World Order | |
The voice of electric currents of manslaughter | |
Unhand my daughters | |
And sons all Babylon, you' re gonna hate me | |
Worser than Farrakhan even when I' m gone | |
My words carry on, my herds respond | |
Freedom is the road that my peeps travel on | |
My rap verse attacks first in from the black hearse | |
The wicked and weak, hurtin my peeps is gonna catch worse | |
No justice, no peace | |
It' s just us kids in the streets goin to war with beasts | |
Chorus: x2 | |
Peace God, what' s today' s mathematics? | |
The Gods wreak havoc on the weak wicked and savage | |
Leave ' em in a panic, then take advantage | |
In the twotripleoh, we knock ' em off the PLANET! | |
Fruitkwan Gatekeeper | |
Peace to the Gods, yo | |
Seekin inner sanctions, I don' t tangle with Satan | |
Couldn' t cross with what, navigations | |
Original hypocrites turned Digital, access pivotal | |
Metaphysical state, you can' t relate | |
Where each drop of water, symbolic to atomic slaughter | |
Of Aurora comets, pay homage | |
I seek prominence, chop heads off devils | |
Remain dominant, blackness my practice of tolerance | |
Guided through a tower of scholars, mind equal in power | |
Collisions brought about, tactical violence | |
Simplistic, warriorlistic type knights | |
That existed, in a crucifix, that' s twisted | |
Hex cursed upon the X, but I respond | |
In six sects, ? intense foe bein four hundred million shoguns | |
Plus inside my dungeon for a psychiatric spongin | |
Foolish intrusion thumps in brain transfusions, I' m born true eyed | |
At this moment, while my opponents are what? Terrified | |
Chorus | |
Fruitkwan Gatekeeper | |
Fuckin devils are evil | |
The hunger and pain in the father' s plane of regents | |
I pledge allegiance | |
Swore to defend Allah' s universal revenge | |
Conceal secrecy | |
The emblem of justice placed above the head frequencies | |
Shaped in forms with dark matter | |
Usin ultra gamma rays to shatter they stagment | |
Broke your compounds to fragments | |
Induced the science of hypnosis | |
Causin they mind to combine summer solstice | |
Too Poetic Grym Reaper | |
As my soldiers set to fire, to Boogie Down, Brooklyn, and Queens | |
Is bein sprayed with green pesticides | |
But we the only pest that dies | |
Not the roaches, mosquitoes, the rats or the FLIES! | |
That' s just a lie to cover | |
Until the cops hover over the city to make people of color just SUFFER! | |
I pity the unprepared | |
Who ain' t tryin to hear what I' m kickin in his ear | |
We all aware cash rules | |
But some are unaware where and when to blast tools | |
When to act cool | |
Cause when you pursue beef on the street corner | |
Beasts bring the heat like a deep sauna | |
So I keep on a, glorious path in some water | |
Blessed with the warrior' s wrath! | |
Chorus |