歌曲 | Grid Iron Rap |
歌手 | Method Man |
专辑 | Tical 2000: Judgement Day |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Patrick Charles & D. Harris & Method Man | |
作词 : Charles, Harris, Smith | |
I silver surf the city circuits forever lurkin' on the street surface | |
I spit blood for blood verses | |
Grands man divided, we still stand, conquer land | |
One man'll body slam | |
Def JamFocus your headcam zoom in, with radio tune in | |
I know you're listenin', so | |
I keep showin' and provin' | |
Play the sideline, waitin' for the right time to take mine | |
Street crime, nickel and dime rhyme | |
Fuck a peace talk let the gun spark, on the streets of | |
New YorkI | |
Shaolin Strut through the city asphault(Fed up) | |
Hold your head up, | |
I'm circlin' the block, keep your eyes up | |
Wise up, before you get sized up(Tied up) | |
Play no games, speakin' on my name | |
You catch a clipful from close range | |
Diggin' in your pocket | |
Take the loose change | |
Punch the data in your mainframe, you want it all | |
I want the same thang, strive to maintain, live out my name | |
Hard to obtain, hard to explain, ain't nuttin' changed | |
Leave the same way | |
I came, bringin' motherfuckin' pain | |
Killa Hill | |
Projects, high tech street intellect | |
Let's connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check | |
Ring around the underground, pocket full of sound | |
Ashes to ashes, y'all niggaz goin' down | |
Yo, eat shit and die slow, battle ground no survival | |
You goin, down, y'all niggaz fuck around | |
Shittin' where you sleepin', so my rhyme proposal | |
Came indecent, beef from the butcher sink your teeth in | |
Fuck what you believe in, you real fake | |
Fishin' in the same lake | |
Eatin' off the same cake | |
You blowface | |
Who got that ready cooked, synthetic look, actin' crook | |
Betty shook worm, tryin' to shake the hook | |
As the world turn nigga burn | |
Once again the supersperm | |
Rub it in your skin, like it's | |
LubridermTime took to write this | |
The war will be fought by the righteous | |
Who stand criticized, by his un- | |
A alikeness | |
Knowledge is the jewel, and it's priceless | |
Real like them | |
Rahway Lifers | |
Nuttin' but time on my hands | |
Observe the black sands in the hourglass | |
Fallin' fast in this savage land | |
Haulin' ass, days of thunder | |
It's road rad, your days are numbered | |
What RZA put together, let no man tear asunder(Motherfucker) | |
This is P | |
L O, killa hill flow, but you don't hear me though | |
Live in stereo, pump it loud until your speaker blow | |
Ghettio slang pro, sling rap to cashflow | |
Keep it live from the intro until the outro | |
Killa Hill | |
Projects, high tech street intellect | |
Let's connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check | |
Ring around the underground, pocket full of sound | |
Ashes to ashes, y'all niggaz goin' down | |
I'm on a suicide run, y'all niggaz know the outcome | |
Razor sharp tongue leave scars in your eardrum | |
Forty five bar seminar ghetto rap star | |
Slide like water rats through the | |
Staten Resevoir | |
Swingin' swords cut your mic cords, snatch your rap awards | |
Commercial cats, fuckin' up the game, that's why | |
I crash boards | |
Drape floors while you | |
Jordan, keep on tryin' yours | |
Hardcore somethin' that my street niggaz is dyin' for | |
Snap your neck and the dopefiend, | |
Gobol 13Professionals we know things, say no more | |
Check my dogs at the resevoir | |
Gourmet special of the day is nigga | |
SoufleePusher gotta pay and the games people play | |
John Jay back around the way | |
Fish Filet | |
Mr. DJ, turn it up a notch hit the replay | |
For dirt bomb niggaz in the | |
P JTo cling on, bring on the good times | |
To key on hook rhymes, that's beyond your thinkin' | |
For eons I been here, to shine on the black mind | |
Tell you like the last time, year of the grimy nigga | |
Ragtime, bad sign, flatline |
zuo qu : Patrick Charles D. Harris Method Man | |
zuo ci : Charles, Harris, Smith | |
I silver surf the city circuits forever lurkin' on the street surface | |
I spit blood for blood verses | |
Grands man divided, we still stand, conquer land | |
One man' ll body slam | |
Def JamFocus your headcam zoom in, with radio tune in | |
I know you' re listenin', so | |
I keep showin' and provin' | |
Play the sideline, waitin' for the right time to take mine | |
Street crime, nickel and dime rhyme | |
Fuck a peace talk let the gun spark, on the streets of | |
New YorkI | |
Shaolin Strut through the city asphault Fed up | |
Hold your head up, | |
I' m circlin' the block, keep your eyes up | |
Wise up, before you get sized up Tied up | |
Play no games, speakin' on my name | |
You catch a clipful from close range | |
Diggin' in your pocket | |
Take the loose change | |
Punch the data in your mainframe, you want it all | |
I want the same thang, strive to maintain, live out my name | |
Hard to obtain, hard to explain, ain' t nuttin' changed | |
Leave the same way | |
I came, bringin' motherfuckin' pain | |
Killa Hill | |
Projects, high tech street intellect | |
Let' s connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check | |
Ring around the underground, pocket full of sound | |
Ashes to ashes, y' all niggaz goin' down | |
Yo, eat shit and die slow, battle ground no survival | |
You goin, down, y' all niggaz fuck around | |
Shittin' where you sleepin', so my rhyme proposal | |
Came indecent, beef from the butcher sink your teeth in | |
Fuck what you believe in, you real fake | |
Fishin' in the same lake | |
Eatin' off the same cake | |
You blowface | |
Who got that ready cooked, synthetic look, actin' crook | |
Betty shook worm, tryin' to shake the hook | |
As the world turn nigga burn | |
Once again the supersperm | |
Rub it in your skin, like it' s | |
LubridermTime took to write this | |
The war will be fought by the righteous | |
Who stand criticized, by his un | |
A alikeness | |
Knowledge is the jewel, and it' s priceless | |
Real like them | |
Rahway Lifers | |
Nuttin' but time on my hands | |
Observe the black sands in the hourglass | |
Fallin' fast in this savage land | |
Haulin' ass, days of thunder | |
It' s road rad, your days are numbered | |
What RZA put together, let no man tear asunder Motherfucker | |
This is P | |
L O, killa hill flow, but you don' t hear me though | |
Live in stereo, pump it loud until your speaker blow | |
Ghettio slang pro, sling rap to cashflow | |
Keep it live from the intro until the outro | |
Killa Hill | |
Projects, high tech street intellect | |
Let' s connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check | |
Ring around the underground, pocket full of sound | |
Ashes to ashes, y' all niggaz goin' down | |
I' m on a suicide run, y' all niggaz know the outcome | |
Razor sharp tongue leave scars in your eardrum | |
Forty five bar seminar ghetto rap star | |
Slide like water rats through the | |
Staten Resevoir | |
Swingin' swords cut your mic cords, snatch your rap awards | |
Commercial cats, fuckin' up the game, that' s why | |
I crash boards | |
Drape floors while you | |
Jordan, keep on tryin' yours | |
Hardcore somethin' that my street niggaz is dyin' for | |
Snap your neck and the dopefiend, | |
Gobol 13Professionals we know things, say no more | |
Check my dogs at the resevoir | |
Gourmet special of the day is nigga | |
SoufleePusher gotta pay and the games people play | |
John Jay back around the way | |
Fish Filet | |
Mr. DJ, turn it up a notch hit the replay | |
For dirt bomb niggaz in the | |
P JTo cling on, bring on the good times | |
To key on hook rhymes, that' s beyond your thinkin' | |
For eons I been here, to shine on the black mind | |
Tell you like the last time, year of the grimy nigga | |
Ragtime, bad sign, flatline |
zuò qǔ : Patrick Charles D. Harris Method Man | |
zuò cí : Charles, Harris, Smith | |
I silver surf the city circuits forever lurkin' on the street surface | |
I spit blood for blood verses | |
Grands man divided, we still stand, conquer land | |
One man' ll body slam | |
Def JamFocus your headcam zoom in, with radio tune in | |
I know you' re listenin', so | |
I keep showin' and provin' | |
Play the sideline, waitin' for the right time to take mine | |
Street crime, nickel and dime rhyme | |
Fuck a peace talk let the gun spark, on the streets of | |
New YorkI | |
Shaolin Strut through the city asphault Fed up | |
Hold your head up, | |
I' m circlin' the block, keep your eyes up | |
Wise up, before you get sized up Tied up | |
Play no games, speakin' on my name | |
You catch a clipful from close range | |
Diggin' in your pocket | |
Take the loose change | |
Punch the data in your mainframe, you want it all | |
I want the same thang, strive to maintain, live out my name | |
Hard to obtain, hard to explain, ain' t nuttin' changed | |
Leave the same way | |
I came, bringin' motherfuckin' pain | |
Killa Hill | |
Projects, high tech street intellect | |
Let' s connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check | |
Ring around the underground, pocket full of sound | |
Ashes to ashes, y' all niggaz goin' down | |
Yo, eat shit and die slow, battle ground no survival | |
You goin, down, y' all niggaz fuck around | |
Shittin' where you sleepin', so my rhyme proposal | |
Came indecent, beef from the butcher sink your teeth in | |
Fuck what you believe in, you real fake | |
Fishin' in the same lake | |
Eatin' off the same cake | |
You blowface | |
Who got that ready cooked, synthetic look, actin' crook | |
Betty shook worm, tryin' to shake the hook | |
As the world turn nigga burn | |
Once again the supersperm | |
Rub it in your skin, like it' s | |
LubridermTime took to write this | |
The war will be fought by the righteous | |
Who stand criticized, by his un | |
A alikeness | |
Knowledge is the jewel, and it' s priceless | |
Real like them | |
Rahway Lifers | |
Nuttin' but time on my hands | |
Observe the black sands in the hourglass | |
Fallin' fast in this savage land | |
Haulin' ass, days of thunder | |
It' s road rad, your days are numbered | |
What RZA put together, let no man tear asunder Motherfucker | |
This is P | |
L O, killa hill flow, but you don' t hear me though | |
Live in stereo, pump it loud until your speaker blow | |
Ghettio slang pro, sling rap to cashflow | |
Keep it live from the intro until the outro | |
Killa Hill | |
Projects, high tech street intellect | |
Let' s connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check | |
Ring around the underground, pocket full of sound | |
Ashes to ashes, y' all niggaz goin' down | |
I' m on a suicide run, y' all niggaz know the outcome | |
Razor sharp tongue leave scars in your eardrum | |
Forty five bar seminar ghetto rap star | |
Slide like water rats through the | |
Staten Resevoir | |
Swingin' swords cut your mic cords, snatch your rap awards | |
Commercial cats, fuckin' up the game, that' s why | |
I crash boards | |
Drape floors while you | |
Jordan, keep on tryin' yours | |
Hardcore somethin' that my street niggaz is dyin' for | |
Snap your neck and the dopefiend, | |
Gobol 13Professionals we know things, say no more | |
Check my dogs at the resevoir | |
Gourmet special of the day is nigga | |
SoufleePusher gotta pay and the games people play | |
John Jay back around the way | |
Fish Filet | |
Mr. DJ, turn it up a notch hit the replay | |
For dirt bomb niggaz in the | |
P JTo cling on, bring on the good times | |
To key on hook rhymes, that' s beyond your thinkin' | |
For eons I been here, to shine on the black mind | |
Tell you like the last time, year of the grimy nigga | |
Ragtime, bad sign, flatline |