歌曲 | Live at the Barbeque |
歌手 | Main Source |
专辑 | Breaking Atoms |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : MacKenzie, MacKenzie ... | |
Ahhhhhhhhhhh | |
Ohhhh ho! | |
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like | |
That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) | |
That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) | |
That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) | |
and that's all! | |
Nas | |
Street's disciple, my raps are trifle | |
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle | |
Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split | |
Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit | |
Verbal assassin my architect pleases | |
When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus | |
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America | |
Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria | |
My troops roll up with a strange force | |
I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source | |
Swimmin in women like a lifeguard | |
Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard | |
Kidnap the President's wife without a plan | |
And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan | |
I melt mics till the sound waves over | |
Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah | |
Slammin MC's on cement | |
Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient | |
I move swift and uplift | |
your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme | |
Rappin sniper, speakin real words | |
My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's | |
Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard | |
My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God | |
Science is dropped, my raps are toxic | |
My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket | |
Aiyyo it's like | |
that y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) | |
That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) | |
That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) | |
and that's all! | |
Fatal | |
Fatal is merciful and they curse me | |
When I grip the mic I show no mercy | |
I got heart, I rip the party apart | |
From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans | |
But you get done, you get blues like 501 | |
Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son | |
So let me get upon the scene and redeem | |
The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green | |
Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed | |
Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes | |
Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi | |
An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy | |
So round up your crew and entourage | |
And let the God Merciful just take charge | |
Aiyyo, it's like | |
That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) | |
That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) | |
That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) | |
and that's all! | |
Akinyele | |
Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit | |
But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit | |
Like pigs when it comes to a showdown | |
Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down | |
Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready | |
That's what seperates me from the petty | |
MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty | |
And get torn the fuck up like confetti | |
I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah | |
It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma | |
Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha | |
So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama | |
Point blank, period, with no comma | |
Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi- | |
cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst | |
The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse | |
Got game like a crackhead | |
But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread | |
Knots in the head from the words that I said | |
So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead | |
Aiyyo, it's like | |
That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) | |
That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) | |
That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) | |
and that's all! | |
Large Professor | |
I grab up girls like jacks | |
Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax | |
As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start | |
To finish I diminish like a cuisinart | |
Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me | |
(Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough | |
Why's my name the Large Professor? | |
Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer | |
Don't talk about how you can break Rambo | |
That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo | |
Propaganda, save it for Savanda | |
Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra | |
Don't let the folks around your way puff your head | |
Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed | |
I'll kick fire out your ass so fast | |
You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass | |
Aiyyo, it's like | |
That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) | |
That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) | |
That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) | |
and that's all! | |
It's like | |
That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) | |
That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) | |
That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) | |
and that's all! | |
It's like | |
That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) | |
That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) | |
That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) | |
and that's all! | |
It's like | |
Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all) | |
Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all) | |
Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all) | |
yo, and that's all! |
zuo ci : MacKenzie, MacKenzie ... | |
Ahhhhhhhhhhh | |
Ohhhh ho! | |
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It' s like | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
and that' s all! | |
Nas | |
Street' s disciple, my raps are trifle | |
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle | |
Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split | |
Play Mr. Tuffy while I' m on some Pretty Tone shit | |
Verbal assassin my architect pleases | |
When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus | |
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America | |
Police murderer, I' m causin hysteria | |
My troops roll up with a strange force | |
I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source | |
Swimmin in women like a lifeguard | |
Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard | |
Kidnap the President' s wife without a plan | |
And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan | |
I melt mics till the sound waves over | |
Before steppin to me you' d rather step to Jehovah | |
Slammin MC' s on cement | |
Cause verbally, I' m iller than a AIDS patient | |
I move swift and uplift | |
your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme | |
Rappin sniper, speakin real words | |
My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg' s | |
Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard | |
My brain is insane, I' m out to lunch God | |
Science is dropped, my raps are toxic | |
My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket | |
Aiyyo it' s like | |
that y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
and that' s all! | |
Fatal | |
Fatal is merciful and they curse me | |
When I grip the mic I show no mercy | |
I got heart, I rip the party apart | |
From the seams and hem' up like bellbottom jeans | |
But you get done, you get blues like 501 | |
Brothers are live but I betcha I' m liver son | |
So let me get upon the scene and redeem | |
The dream of a team, and knock' em out like Mitch Green | |
Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed | |
Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes | |
Cause I' m livin larger than the founders of Fendi | |
An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy | |
So round up your crew and entourage | |
And let the God Merciful just take charge | |
Aiyyo, it' s like | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
and that' s all! | |
Akinyele | |
Some of them said said what? that the Ak should quit | |
But I don' t sweat it, cause I' m too big for that small shit | |
Like pigs when it comes to a showdown | |
Huff and puff but the Ak won' t get blown down | |
Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready | |
That' s what seperates me from the petty | |
MC' s gas themselves by drinking too much getty | |
And get torn the fuck up like confetti | |
I' m rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah | |
It doesn' t take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I' ma | |
Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha | |
So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama | |
Point blank, period, with no comma | |
Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi | |
cide cause I knock' em dead even when I' m at my worst | |
The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse | |
Got game like a crackhead | |
But don' t be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread | |
Knots in the head from the words that I said | |
So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead | |
Aiyyo, it' s like | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
and that' s all! | |
Large Professor | |
I grab up girls like jacks | |
Add' em on like tax, and I' m over like Hot Trax | |
As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start | |
To finish I diminish like a cuisinart | |
Secondly, I' m sick of critics, who' s neckin' me | |
Oooh he got an afro yo, but I get dough | |
Why' s my name the Large Professor? | |
Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer | |
Don' t talk about how you can break Rambo | |
That' s just a bunch of mambajahambo | |
Propaganda, save it for Savanda | |
Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra | |
Don' t let the folks around your way puff your head | |
Cause you' ll be the owner of a hospital bed | |
I' ll kick fire out your ass so fast | |
You' ll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass | |
Aiyyo, it' s like | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
and that' s all! | |
It' s like | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
and that' s all! | |
It' s like | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
and that' s all! | |
It' s like | |
Like that y' all that y' all, like that y' all that y' all | |
Like that y' all that y' all, like that y' all that y' all | |
Like that y' all that y' all, like that y' all that y' all | |
yo, and that' s all! |
zuò cí : MacKenzie, MacKenzie ... | |
Ahhhhhhhhhhh | |
Ohhhh ho! | |
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It' s like | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
and that' s all! | |
Nas | |
Street' s disciple, my raps are trifle | |
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle | |
Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split | |
Play Mr. Tuffy while I' m on some Pretty Tone shit | |
Verbal assassin my architect pleases | |
When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus | |
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America | |
Police murderer, I' m causin hysteria | |
My troops roll up with a strange force | |
I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source | |
Swimmin in women like a lifeguard | |
Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard | |
Kidnap the President' s wife without a plan | |
And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan | |
I melt mics till the sound waves over | |
Before steppin to me you' d rather step to Jehovah | |
Slammin MC' s on cement | |
Cause verbally, I' m iller than a AIDS patient | |
I move swift and uplift | |
your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme | |
Rappin sniper, speakin real words | |
My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg' s | |
Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard | |
My brain is insane, I' m out to lunch God | |
Science is dropped, my raps are toxic | |
My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket | |
Aiyyo it' s like | |
that y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
and that' s all! | |
Fatal | |
Fatal is merciful and they curse me | |
When I grip the mic I show no mercy | |
I got heart, I rip the party apart | |
From the seams and hem' up like bellbottom jeans | |
But you get done, you get blues like 501 | |
Brothers are live but I betcha I' m liver son | |
So let me get upon the scene and redeem | |
The dream of a team, and knock' em out like Mitch Green | |
Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed | |
Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes | |
Cause I' m livin larger than the founders of Fendi | |
An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy | |
So round up your crew and entourage | |
And let the God Merciful just take charge | |
Aiyyo, it' s like | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
and that' s all! | |
Akinyele | |
Some of them said said what? that the Ak should quit | |
But I don' t sweat it, cause I' m too big for that small shit | |
Like pigs when it comes to a showdown | |
Huff and puff but the Ak won' t get blown down | |
Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready | |
That' s what seperates me from the petty | |
MC' s gas themselves by drinking too much getty | |
And get torn the fuck up like confetti | |
I' m rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah | |
It doesn' t take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I' ma | |
Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha | |
So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama | |
Point blank, period, with no comma | |
Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi | |
cide cause I knock' em dead even when I' m at my worst | |
The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse | |
Got game like a crackhead | |
But don' t be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread | |
Knots in the head from the words that I said | |
So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead | |
Aiyyo, it' s like | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
and that' s all! | |
Large Professor | |
I grab up girls like jacks | |
Add' em on like tax, and I' m over like Hot Trax | |
As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start | |
To finish I diminish like a cuisinart | |
Secondly, I' m sick of critics, who' s neckin' me | |
Oooh he got an afro yo, but I get dough | |
Why' s my name the Large Professor? | |
Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer | |
Don' t talk about how you can break Rambo | |
That' s just a bunch of mambajahambo | |
Propaganda, save it for Savanda | |
Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra | |
Don' t let the folks around your way puff your head | |
Cause you' ll be the owner of a hospital bed | |
I' ll kick fire out your ass so fast | |
You' ll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass | |
Aiyyo, it' s like | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
and that' s all! | |
It' s like | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
and that' s all! | |
It' s like | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
That y' all that y' all, that y' all that y' all | |
and that' s all! | |
It' s like | |
Like that y' all that y' all, like that y' all that y' all | |
Like that y' all that y' all, like that y' all that y' all | |
Like that y' all that y' all, like that y' all that y' all | |
yo, and that' s all! |