歌曲 | Level Zero |
歌手 | Lootpack |
专辑 | Soundpieces: Da Antidote! |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Brown, Jackson, Jackson ... | |
'98 keep it real son cuz i guess i feel someday that | |
Wild to the child will rock at will son | |
Keep them speakers boomin', body movin', wild child has proven | |
Causin' mad paranoia like them kids nice 'n' smooth and | |
When i flip flop, wreck shop, we be hip hop | |
When you see me drop, | |
Always in that shape you callin' tip top | |
Coolin, effect i'm full in, droolin over madlib beats, | |
Yo, guess who's pullin' plugs on thugs who's greedy, | |
With their wheaties, spraying rhymes like graffiti, | |
Formally known as the cdp assassins | |
Dj romes is in effect and yo his ass is in | |
Charge of the plastic | |
Keep it real son, i guess i feel someday that | |
Wild to the child will rock at will son | |
Got to keep it real son cuz i guess i feel someday that | |
Wild to the child rocks at will | |
[medaphoar] | |
Watch ya front and back when m-e-d terror attacks | |
With that rhyme that's known to bring the terrordome so freeze back | |
On the microphone i'm quick to get with you then i'm twisting you back | |
When you enter my zone, realize where you're at | |
In full combat, come prepared or ya better beware | |
Cuz over here we bring the real, it's like a style don't care | |
I'll bust my rhyme into ya area, takin' over your spot | |
And got it locked for the simple fact the rhyme don't stop | |
It's worldwide when i'm riding on the crews who step to | |
Cdp assassins, plus the lootpack the crew | |
We got the verbal mentality with them rhymes so ya listen | |
If you feel i hurt ya feelings, then ya wack so i'm dissin' | |
All you weak mc's that fakin' there's no justice or peace | |
My rhymes will get into the middle of ya mind like smokin weed, that leaves | |
Niggas in the state of only shows us what ya made of | |
So put ya money down cuz lyrically i'm out to break ya | |
[madlib] | |
Hey yo it's madlib the bad kid, back from outer space | |
Still on that pure order mc master race | |
But what comes after my rhyme styles irregular | |
Modules predict antecdotes for underground hits | |
But if you can't catch it today... | |
It's probably too late, cuz we about to detonate the 388 | |
Relate the beat conductor, constructor, water loop to add pressure | |
For every measure, you'll need my anesthesia from catchin' amnesia | |
You'll end up with a seizure, | |
>from steppin' not knowing the crate diggas is blowin' | |
The spot, towin' this lot, empty cuz i got | |
Cdp assassins plus the pack, perfect combination | |
Free improvisation, while i leave the next healthy wack mc | |
Sick as a doctor's emergency patient | |
[oh no] | |
Yo i'll be chillin', realize oh be straight known to be that villian | |
Ya that tall nigga to get up in that ass like pennecilin | |
Bust the skills i kick the savage verbal lines that blind your crew | |
Line 'em up and watch 'em fall, i be jukin' cuz you all can't ball | |
Relavent impossible mission, lot of y'all dissin' | |
Elements unstoppable dishin', lot of y'all kissin' | |
My ass, you know the flavor when i step upon the scene | |
Yo i'll leave your birds in rage like menstruation | |
Seein' nothin' but blood when i step out the station | |
Got your vocal fluctuating worldwide | |
Be dvd set locate when i demonstrate up in a battle | |
You end up in a suicide line, i'm beyond your mind | |
You gotta recline and chill cuz i been past that bottom line | |
Got lootpack and the assassins on the side | |
Classic upon plastic when i break emcees down just like vlastic | |
Cuz they speak the real but when the real comes, they still dumb | |
Actin' like they know the half so verbally you gots ta jack 'em | |
(what's your name?), oh no, my niggas know the rebel hero | |
When i come through wild to that level zero... |
zuo qu : Brown, Jackson, Jackson ... | |
' 98 keep it real son cuz i guess i feel someday that | |
Wild to the child will rock at will son | |
Keep them speakers boomin', body movin', wild child has proven | |
Causin' mad paranoia like them kids nice ' n' smooth and | |
When i flip flop, wreck shop, we be hip hop | |
When you see me drop, | |
Always in that shape you callin' tip top | |
Coolin, effect i' m full in, droolin over madlib beats, | |
Yo, guess who' s pullin' plugs on thugs who' s greedy, | |
With their wheaties, spraying rhymes like graffiti, | |
Formally known as the cdp assassins | |
Dj romes is in effect and yo his ass is in | |
Charge of the plastic | |
Keep it real son, i guess i feel someday that | |
Wild to the child will rock at will son | |
Got to keep it real son cuz i guess i feel someday that | |
Wild to the child rocks at will | |
medaphoar | |
Watch ya front and back when med terror attacks | |
With that rhyme that' s known to bring the terrordome so freeze back | |
On the microphone i' m quick to get with you then i' m twisting you back | |
When you enter my zone, realize where you' re at | |
In full combat, come prepared or ya better beware | |
Cuz over here we bring the real, it' s like a style don' t care | |
I' ll bust my rhyme into ya area, takin' over your spot | |
And got it locked for the simple fact the rhyme don' t stop | |
It' s worldwide when i' m riding on the crews who step to | |
Cdp assassins, plus the lootpack the crew | |
We got the verbal mentality with them rhymes so ya listen | |
If you feel i hurt ya feelings, then ya wack so i' m dissin' | |
All you weak mc' s that fakin' there' s no justice or peace | |
My rhymes will get into the middle of ya mind like smokin weed, that leaves | |
Niggas in the state of only shows us what ya made of | |
So put ya money down cuz lyrically i' m out to break ya | |
madlib | |
Hey yo it' s madlib the bad kid, back from outer space | |
Still on that pure order mc master race | |
But what comes after my rhyme styles irregular | |
Modules predict antecdotes for underground hits | |
But if you can' t catch it today... | |
It' s probably too late, cuz we about to detonate the 388 | |
Relate the beat conductor, constructor, water loop to add pressure | |
For every measure, you' ll need my anesthesia from catchin' amnesia | |
You' ll end up with a seizure, | |
from steppin' not knowing the crate diggas is blowin' | |
The spot, towin' this lot, empty cuz i got | |
Cdp assassins plus the pack, perfect combination | |
Free improvisation, while i leave the next healthy wack mc | |
Sick as a doctor' s emergency patient | |
oh no | |
Yo i' ll be chillin', realize oh be straight known to be that villian | |
Ya that tall nigga to get up in that ass like pennecilin | |
Bust the skills i kick the savage verbal lines that blind your crew | |
Line ' em up and watch ' em fall, i be jukin' cuz you all can' t ball | |
Relavent impossible mission, lot of y' all dissin' | |
Elements unstoppable dishin', lot of y' all kissin' | |
My ass, you know the flavor when i step upon the scene | |
Yo i' ll leave your birds in rage like menstruation | |
Seein' nothin' but blood when i step out the station | |
Got your vocal fluctuating worldwide | |
Be dvd set locate when i demonstrate up in a battle | |
You end up in a suicide line, i' m beyond your mind | |
You gotta recline and chill cuz i been past that bottom line | |
Got lootpack and the assassins on the side | |
Classic upon plastic when i break emcees down just like vlastic | |
Cuz they speak the real but when the real comes, they still dumb | |
Actin' like they know the half so verbally you gots ta jack ' em | |
what' s your name?, oh no, my niggas know the rebel hero | |
When i come through wild to that level zero... |
zuò qǔ : Brown, Jackson, Jackson ... | |
' 98 keep it real son cuz i guess i feel someday that | |
Wild to the child will rock at will son | |
Keep them speakers boomin', body movin', wild child has proven | |
Causin' mad paranoia like them kids nice ' n' smooth and | |
When i flip flop, wreck shop, we be hip hop | |
When you see me drop, | |
Always in that shape you callin' tip top | |
Coolin, effect i' m full in, droolin over madlib beats, | |
Yo, guess who' s pullin' plugs on thugs who' s greedy, | |
With their wheaties, spraying rhymes like graffiti, | |
Formally known as the cdp assassins | |
Dj romes is in effect and yo his ass is in | |
Charge of the plastic | |
Keep it real son, i guess i feel someday that | |
Wild to the child will rock at will son | |
Got to keep it real son cuz i guess i feel someday that | |
Wild to the child rocks at will | |
medaphoar | |
Watch ya front and back when med terror attacks | |
With that rhyme that' s known to bring the terrordome so freeze back | |
On the microphone i' m quick to get with you then i' m twisting you back | |
When you enter my zone, realize where you' re at | |
In full combat, come prepared or ya better beware | |
Cuz over here we bring the real, it' s like a style don' t care | |
I' ll bust my rhyme into ya area, takin' over your spot | |
And got it locked for the simple fact the rhyme don' t stop | |
It' s worldwide when i' m riding on the crews who step to | |
Cdp assassins, plus the lootpack the crew | |
We got the verbal mentality with them rhymes so ya listen | |
If you feel i hurt ya feelings, then ya wack so i' m dissin' | |
All you weak mc' s that fakin' there' s no justice or peace | |
My rhymes will get into the middle of ya mind like smokin weed, that leaves | |
Niggas in the state of only shows us what ya made of | |
So put ya money down cuz lyrically i' m out to break ya | |
madlib | |
Hey yo it' s madlib the bad kid, back from outer space | |
Still on that pure order mc master race | |
But what comes after my rhyme styles irregular | |
Modules predict antecdotes for underground hits | |
But if you can' t catch it today... | |
It' s probably too late, cuz we about to detonate the 388 | |
Relate the beat conductor, constructor, water loop to add pressure | |
For every measure, you' ll need my anesthesia from catchin' amnesia | |
You' ll end up with a seizure, | |
from steppin' not knowing the crate diggas is blowin' | |
The spot, towin' this lot, empty cuz i got | |
Cdp assassins plus the pack, perfect combination | |
Free improvisation, while i leave the next healthy wack mc | |
Sick as a doctor' s emergency patient | |
oh no | |
Yo i' ll be chillin', realize oh be straight known to be that villian | |
Ya that tall nigga to get up in that ass like pennecilin | |
Bust the skills i kick the savage verbal lines that blind your crew | |
Line ' em up and watch ' em fall, i be jukin' cuz you all can' t ball | |
Relavent impossible mission, lot of y' all dissin' | |
Elements unstoppable dishin', lot of y' all kissin' | |
My ass, you know the flavor when i step upon the scene | |
Yo i' ll leave your birds in rage like menstruation | |
Seein' nothin' but blood when i step out the station | |
Got your vocal fluctuating worldwide | |
Be dvd set locate when i demonstrate up in a battle | |
You end up in a suicide line, i' m beyond your mind | |
You gotta recline and chill cuz i been past that bottom line | |
Got lootpack and the assassins on the side | |
Classic upon plastic when i break emcees down just like vlastic | |
Cuz they speak the real but when the real comes, they still dumb | |
Actin' like they know the half so verbally you gots ta jack ' em | |
what' s your name?, oh no, my niggas know the rebel hero | |
When i come through wild to that level zero... |