Speaker Smashin' 歌词
| 歌曲 | Speaker Smashin' |
| 歌手 | Lootpack |
| 专辑 | Soundpieces: Da Antidote! |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Brown, Jackson, Jimenez | |
| Chorus： | |
| When you think lootpack cannot make a difference | |
| We'll come and break down your whole circumference | |
| Entering your atmosphere, b-boy style thus we're | |
| The dopest mc's on earth | |
| [wild child] | |
| As dopest mc's can you please exclude these | |
| Wack artificially contaminated series of mc's | |
| Cuz i feel these times aren't even close to being close to being close | |
| >from them rhymes lootpack drop out from the west coast | |
| Yo, i hate it when mc's be like i'm come in this way or this way | |
| Lp comes at you unexpected like that movie independence day | |
| All of a sudden we kick back in a b-boy stance and then say | |
| Wild child, rhyme constructor, madlib beat conductor sen-sei | |
| [madlib] | |
| While i intercept this mic and get in play | |
| Some might say we shine like ten rays | |
| You know we're gonna hit you with the speaker smashin' | |
| While i'm stashin' cushion all up in my fashion | |
| So fasten your seatbelt before you melt | |
| >from the rhymes we dealt, you felt welts whiplash (help) | |
| Nigga, that's what you'll be yelling while your dome's swelling | |
| While my crew be like propelling, i'm telling y'all | |
| (chorus) | |
| [madlib] | |
| We bust with tight lines, going through my rhymes like red vines | |
| But instead minds, be off the hook like some bed crimes | |
| The auditory wakes ya up and takes ya enzymes | |
| I pin my rhyme to the wall, rehearse it ten times | |
| I walk into the sun to get away from weak ones | |
| If i got a crate of loops, nigga i'll freak one | |
| It's like whatever, yo, nigga i'll leak one | |
| Rhyme like i'm chrome like a stray bullet leading to your dome | |
| [wild child] | |
| So you're a gangsta cool, but on the mic what's the difference? | |
| Off the top can you drop rhythmatic metaphorical flows for instance? | |
| I didn't think so, you're just like all them floppy sloppy | |
| Who like to kick back and copy like you was kinko's | |
| Sampling old school tracks, the only reason why the crowd claps | |
| It covers up the fact that your rap's wack | |
| So i chill wondering when a miracle will bring you to ya | |
| Senses mentally and physically, bring out your lyrical skill | |
| (chorus) |
| zuo qu : Brown, Jackson, Jimenez | |
| Chorus: | |
| When you think lootpack cannot make a difference | |
| We' ll come and break down your whole circumference | |
| Entering your atmosphere, bboy style thus we' re | |
| The dopest mc' s on earth | |
| wild child | |
| As dopest mc' s can you please exclude these | |
| Wack artificially contaminated series of mc' s | |
| Cuz i feel these times aren' t even close to being close to being close | |
| from them rhymes lootpack drop out from the west coast | |
| Yo, i hate it when mc' s be like i' m come in this way or this way | |
| Lp comes at you unexpected like that movie independence day | |
| All of a sudden we kick back in a bboy stance and then say | |
| Wild child, rhyme constructor, madlib beat conductor sensei | |
| madlib | |
| While i intercept this mic and get in play | |
| Some might say we shine like ten rays | |
| You know we' re gonna hit you with the speaker smashin' | |
| While i' m stashin' cushion all up in my fashion | |
| So fasten your seatbelt before you melt | |
| from the rhymes we dealt, you felt welts whiplash help | |
| Nigga, that' s what you' ll be yelling while your dome' s swelling | |
| While my crew be like propelling, i' m telling y' all | |
| chorus | |
| madlib | |
| We bust with tight lines, going through my rhymes like red vines | |
| But instead minds, be off the hook like some bed crimes | |
| The auditory wakes ya up and takes ya enzymes | |
| I pin my rhyme to the wall, rehearse it ten times | |
| I walk into the sun to get away from weak ones | |
| If i got a crate of loops, nigga i' ll freak one | |
| It' s like whatever, yo, nigga i' ll leak one | |
| Rhyme like i' m chrome like a stray bullet leading to your dome | |
| wild child | |
| So you' re a gangsta cool, but on the mic what' s the difference? | |
| Off the top can you drop rhythmatic metaphorical flows for instance? | |
| I didn' t think so, you' re just like all them floppy sloppy | |
| Who like to kick back and copy like you was kinko' s | |
| Sampling old school tracks, the only reason why the crowd claps | |
| It covers up the fact that your rap' s wack | |
| So i chill wondering when a miracle will bring you to ya | |
| Senses mentally and physically, bring out your lyrical skill | |
| chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Brown, Jackson, Jimenez | |
| Chorus: | |
| When you think lootpack cannot make a difference | |
| We' ll come and break down your whole circumference | |
| Entering your atmosphere, bboy style thus we' re | |
| The dopest mc' s on earth | |
| wild child | |
| As dopest mc' s can you please exclude these | |
| Wack artificially contaminated series of mc' s | |
| Cuz i feel these times aren' t even close to being close to being close | |
| from them rhymes lootpack drop out from the west coast | |
| Yo, i hate it when mc' s be like i' m come in this way or this way | |
| Lp comes at you unexpected like that movie independence day | |
| All of a sudden we kick back in a bboy stance and then say | |
| Wild child, rhyme constructor, madlib beat conductor sensei | |
| madlib | |
| While i intercept this mic and get in play | |
| Some might say we shine like ten rays | |
| You know we' re gonna hit you with the speaker smashin' | |
| While i' m stashin' cushion all up in my fashion | |
| So fasten your seatbelt before you melt | |
| from the rhymes we dealt, you felt welts whiplash help | |
| Nigga, that' s what you' ll be yelling while your dome' s swelling | |
| While my crew be like propelling, i' m telling y' all | |
| chorus | |
| madlib | |
| We bust with tight lines, going through my rhymes like red vines | |
| But instead minds, be off the hook like some bed crimes | |
| The auditory wakes ya up and takes ya enzymes | |
| I pin my rhyme to the wall, rehearse it ten times | |
| I walk into the sun to get away from weak ones | |
| If i got a crate of loops, nigga i' ll freak one | |
| It' s like whatever, yo, nigga i' ll leak one | |
| Rhyme like i' m chrome like a stray bullet leading to your dome | |
| wild child | |
| So you' re a gangsta cool, but on the mic what' s the difference? | |
| Off the top can you drop rhythmatic metaphorical flows for instance? | |
| I didn' t think so, you' re just like all them floppy sloppy | |
| Who like to kick back and copy like you was kinko' s | |
| Sampling old school tracks, the only reason why the crowd claps | |
| It covers up the fact that your rap' s wack | |
| So i chill wondering when a miracle will bring you to ya | |
| Senses mentally and physically, bring out your lyrical skill | |
| chorus |
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