Brooklyn Battles 歌词
| 歌曲 | Brooklyn Battles |
| 歌手 | Masta Ace |
| 专辑 | Take a Look Around |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Masta Ace | |
| Intro | |
| Mmm...yeah, that sound kinda ill...word...yeah... master ace in the | |
| Studio with my man marley marl, y'know... got dj clash in the | |
| House...and my dj, steady pace on the cut, right? [doin' the rest] | |
| Right, so i'm about to get into somethin' here... | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I'm master ace, from a place | |
| Or should i say borough | |
| Where they like the bass to be thorough | |
| With the kick of a mule | |
| And the click of a tool with no bullets | |
| In the clip, it's the trick of a fool | |
| Cuz he who fronts gets blunts you can't smoke | |
| To pull such stunts is no joke | |
| You better know where you are first | |
| Try to be rude and get chewed like a starburst | |
| Now how much juice you got? | |
| You couldn't hang if i made a noose and knot | |
| Now try that on for size | |
| Too much baseball, too many apple pies | |
| Click your heels three times, kid | |
| And now you can see what my rhymes did | |
| Suckers and nerds come in herds just like cattle | |
| First i brand them, then i hand them a rattle | |
| So they can make a little noise in protest | |
| Those that fussed got bust wearin' no vest | |
| I told that mc to go west | |
| Let's see who can put on a show best | |
| The creep that tried to sleep got no rest | |
| I got a rap that can trap a slow pest | |
| Where's your girl? she's out on a hoe quest | |
| Fingernail tips, red lips, summer stroll dressed | |
| In a camisole she's a pro blessed | |
| With a great big backside but no breasts | |
| Welcome to the fire pit | |
| I know some kids that wish you'd worn some flyer shit | |
| Cuz as soon as you stepped off the train | |
| They woulda put a big nine to your brain | |
| Be on the lookout, and yo, keep lookin' | |
| Cuz there's a battle goin' on in brooklyn. | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Just like the water in a river flows, i'm fluid | |
| And as i do it, i deliver blows | |
| So mcs, you better keep your left up | |
| Try to fight and you might just get f'd up | |
| Cuz i'll terminate, as you learn a great lesson | |
| Don't ever try messin' or you'll earn a fate | |
| Worse than death cuz i'm here to give it to ya | |
| You got a life, but don't know how to live it do ya? | |
| I live on a day-to-day basis | |
| Doin' my shows in all kinds of places | |
| You sit home with a frowned-up grill | |
| Talkin' 'bout who ya gonna kill | |
| Well listen up psychopath | |
| Put down the uzi, stop tryin' to play shaft | |
| Cuz life ain't a tv screen | |
| Bullets can puncture the skin, rupture the spleen | |
| And the stuff that flows out your veins ain't ketchup | |
| Sit back, relax as i sketch up | |
| The scene on a brooklyn street on a late night | |
| It was a great fight to me | |
| I was just an innocent bystander | |
| Let me try and, uh, explain why i'd hand a | |
| Brother a big fat stick | |
| Well it was that, or get his black ass kicked | |
| See, it was five against one | |
| But this brother was too proud to run | |
| So he stood in like a trooper | |
| Fightin' against all odds against a group of | |
| Brothers that looked the same way he looked, friend | |
| It was a battle in brooklyn. |
| zuo ci : Masta Ace | |
| Intro | |
| Mmm... yeah, that sound kinda ill... word... yeah... master ace in the | |
| Studio with my man marley marl, y' know... got dj clash in the | |
| House... and my dj, steady pace on the cut, right? doin' the rest | |
| Right, so i' m about to get into somethin' here... | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I' m master ace, from a place | |
| Or should i say borough | |
| Where they like the bass to be thorough | |
| With the kick of a mule | |
| And the click of a tool with no bullets | |
| In the clip, it' s the trick of a fool | |
| Cuz he who fronts gets blunts you can' t smoke | |
| To pull such stunts is no joke | |
| You better know where you are first | |
| Try to be rude and get chewed like a starburst | |
| Now how much juice you got? | |
| You couldn' t hang if i made a noose and knot | |
| Now try that on for size | |
| Too much baseball, too many apple pies | |
| Click your heels three times, kid | |
| And now you can see what my rhymes did | |
| Suckers and nerds come in herds just like cattle | |
| First i brand them, then i hand them a rattle | |
| So they can make a little noise in protest | |
| Those that fussed got bust wearin' no vest | |
| I told that mc to go west | |
| Let' s see who can put on a show best | |
| The creep that tried to sleep got no rest | |
| I got a rap that can trap a slow pest | |
| Where' s your girl? she' s out on a hoe quest | |
| Fingernail tips, red lips, summer stroll dressed | |
| In a camisole she' s a pro blessed | |
| With a great big backside but no breasts | |
| Welcome to the fire pit | |
| I know some kids that wish you' d worn some flyer shit | |
| Cuz as soon as you stepped off the train | |
| They woulda put a big nine to your brain | |
| Be on the lookout, and yo, keep lookin' | |
| Cuz there' s a battle goin' on in brooklyn. | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Just like the water in a river flows, i' m fluid | |
| And as i do it, i deliver blows | |
| So mcs, you better keep your left up | |
| Try to fight and you might just get f' d up | |
| Cuz i' ll terminate, as you learn a great lesson | |
| Don' t ever try messin' or you' ll earn a fate | |
| Worse than death cuz i' m here to give it to ya | |
| You got a life, but don' t know how to live it do ya? | |
| I live on a daytoday basis | |
| Doin' my shows in all kinds of places | |
| You sit home with a frownedup grill | |
| Talkin' ' bout who ya gonna kill | |
| Well listen up psychopath | |
| Put down the uzi, stop tryin' to play shaft | |
| Cuz life ain' t a tv screen | |
| Bullets can puncture the skin, rupture the spleen | |
| And the stuff that flows out your veins ain' t ketchup | |
| Sit back, relax as i sketch up | |
| The scene on a brooklyn street on a late night | |
| It was a great fight to me | |
| I was just an innocent bystander | |
| Let me try and, uh, explain why i' d hand a | |
| Brother a big fat stick | |
| Well it was that, or get his black ass kicked | |
| See, it was five against one | |
| But this brother was too proud to run | |
| So he stood in like a trooper | |
| Fightin' against all odds against a group of | |
| Brothers that looked the same way he looked, friend | |
| It was a battle in brooklyn. |
| zuò cí : Masta Ace | |
| Intro | |
| Mmm... yeah, that sound kinda ill... word... yeah... master ace in the | |
| Studio with my man marley marl, y' know... got dj clash in the | |
| House... and my dj, steady pace on the cut, right? doin' the rest | |
| Right, so i' m about to get into somethin' here... | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I' m master ace, from a place | |
| Or should i say borough | |
| Where they like the bass to be thorough | |
| With the kick of a mule | |
| And the click of a tool with no bullets | |
| In the clip, it' s the trick of a fool | |
| Cuz he who fronts gets blunts you can' t smoke | |
| To pull such stunts is no joke | |
| You better know where you are first | |
| Try to be rude and get chewed like a starburst | |
| Now how much juice you got? | |
| You couldn' t hang if i made a noose and knot | |
| Now try that on for size | |
| Too much baseball, too many apple pies | |
| Click your heels three times, kid | |
| And now you can see what my rhymes did | |
| Suckers and nerds come in herds just like cattle | |
| First i brand them, then i hand them a rattle | |
| So they can make a little noise in protest | |
| Those that fussed got bust wearin' no vest | |
| I told that mc to go west | |
| Let' s see who can put on a show best | |
| The creep that tried to sleep got no rest | |
| I got a rap that can trap a slow pest | |
| Where' s your girl? she' s out on a hoe quest | |
| Fingernail tips, red lips, summer stroll dressed | |
| In a camisole she' s a pro blessed | |
| With a great big backside but no breasts | |
| Welcome to the fire pit | |
| I know some kids that wish you' d worn some flyer shit | |
| Cuz as soon as you stepped off the train | |
| They woulda put a big nine to your brain | |
| Be on the lookout, and yo, keep lookin' | |
| Cuz there' s a battle goin' on in brooklyn. | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Just like the water in a river flows, i' m fluid | |
| And as i do it, i deliver blows | |
| So mcs, you better keep your left up | |
| Try to fight and you might just get f' d up | |
| Cuz i' ll terminate, as you learn a great lesson | |
| Don' t ever try messin' or you' ll earn a fate | |
| Worse than death cuz i' m here to give it to ya | |
| You got a life, but don' t know how to live it do ya? | |
| I live on a daytoday basis | |
| Doin' my shows in all kinds of places | |
| You sit home with a frownedup grill | |
| Talkin' ' bout who ya gonna kill | |
| Well listen up psychopath | |
| Put down the uzi, stop tryin' to play shaft | |
| Cuz life ain' t a tv screen | |
| Bullets can puncture the skin, rupture the spleen | |
| And the stuff that flows out your veins ain' t ketchup | |
| Sit back, relax as i sketch up | |
| The scene on a brooklyn street on a late night | |
| It was a great fight to me | |
| I was just an innocent bystander | |
| Let me try and, uh, explain why i' d hand a | |
| Brother a big fat stick | |
| Well it was that, or get his black ass kicked | |
| See, it was five against one | |
| But this brother was too proud to run | |
| So he stood in like a trooper | |
| Fightin' against all odds against a group of | |
| Brothers that looked the same way he looked, friend | |
| It was a battle in brooklyn. |
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