歌曲 | Money Folder |
歌手 | Madvillain |
专辑 | Madvillainy |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Dumile, Jackson | |
(Cut) | |
The villain took on many forms.. | |
(MF DOOM) | |
Let he who is without sin cast the first stone | |
After you who's last, it's DOOM, he's the worst known | |
That'll have your boom blown or even thirst bone | |
Rock it to a worse clone, just don't curse the throne | |
Own his own microphone, bring it everywhere he go | |
So he can bring it to you live in stere-ere-o | |
Pan it, can't understand it, ban it | |
The underhanded ran it, planned it and left him stranded | |
The best, any who profess will be remanded | |
Yes sir, request permission to be candid? Granted | |
I don't think we can handle a style so rancid | |
They flipped it like Madlib, did the old jazz standard | |
(Jazz break) | |
Don't mind me, I wrote this rhyme lightly | |
Off of two or three heinies, and boy was they fine gee | |
One black, one Spanish, one chinee | |
It keeps the woody shiny year round like a pine tree | |
Don't sign me I'm about to get a mil without em | |
Crowd him off the shelf, he's the villain, and what about him | |
So and he's a jerk and you don't know him | |
Mad how he expand work but won't show 'em | |
Poor guys, what a sight for old sore four eyes | |
Now hook me with two apple pies and a small fries | |
All rise, so far odd as a RuPaul | |
So raw break it down and make quadruple | |
It's crucial, you could see it in his pupil | |
And this time when he get it he'll waste it on somethin' useful | |
Like getting juiced off a deuce-deuce of cokey | |
Keep it low key, known to pull a okey-dokey | |
Silly Goose, DOOM is too jokey | |
Damn he could really use a room or a whole key | |
Egads, he got enough styles to start three fads | |
True dat, she gotta wonder do she come with kneepads | |
What a call, what a real butterball | |
Either I get a strike, or strike out, gutter ball | |
Rock it like yeah for the four | |
With knives inside pockets, prepare for the brawl | |
Yeah y'all you could say its an earful | |
Beware, do not touch mic, be careful | |
And just like he said, I coulda told ya | |
MF, the holder of a boulder, Money Folder | |
It's ain't funny nigga | |
Money Folder | |
(Beat break) | |
(Outro/Record cuts) | |
The muscle-bound karate expert concealed a razor edge | |
Which could lop the head off of a marble statue once propelled | |
With notorious world takeover schemes and the most magnificent gadgets imaginable | |
Villains rapidly grew healthy cash flow | |
It is explained by a more comedic villain, the bald headed DOOM | |
This villain rose to incredible new heights of money-making, revenge and extortion | |
Such was the magnitude of the typical villain | |
This is no answer! | |
Very well then.... a duel to the death |
zuo qu : Dumile, Jackson | |
Cut | |
The villain took on many forms.. | |
MF DOOM | |
Let he who is without sin cast the first stone | |
After you who' s last, it' s DOOM, he' s the worst known | |
That' ll have your boom blown or even thirst bone | |
Rock it to a worse clone, just don' t curse the throne | |
Own his own microphone, bring it everywhere he go | |
So he can bring it to you live in stereereo | |
Pan it, can' t understand it, ban it | |
The underhanded ran it, planned it and left him stranded | |
The best, any who profess will be remanded | |
Yes sir, request permission to be candid? Granted | |
I don' t think we can handle a style so rancid | |
They flipped it like Madlib, did the old jazz standard | |
Jazz break | |
Don' t mind me, I wrote this rhyme lightly | |
Off of two or three heinies, and boy was they fine gee | |
One black, one Spanish, one chinee | |
It keeps the woody shiny year round like a pine tree | |
Don' t sign me I' m about to get a mil without em | |
Crowd him off the shelf, he' s the villain, and what about him | |
So and he' s a jerk and you don' t know him | |
Mad how he expand work but won' t show ' em | |
Poor guys, what a sight for old sore four eyes | |
Now hook me with two apple pies and a small fries | |
All rise, so far odd as a RuPaul | |
So raw break it down and make quadruple | |
It' s crucial, you could see it in his pupil | |
And this time when he get it he' ll waste it on somethin' useful | |
Like getting juiced off a deucedeuce of cokey | |
Keep it low key, known to pull a okeydokey | |
Silly Goose, DOOM is too jokey | |
Damn he could really use a room or a whole key | |
Egads, he got enough styles to start three fads | |
True dat, she gotta wonder do she come with kneepads | |
What a call, what a real butterball | |
Either I get a strike, or strike out, gutter ball | |
Rock it like yeah for the four | |
With knives inside pockets, prepare for the brawl | |
Yeah y' all you could say its an earful | |
Beware, do not touch mic, be careful | |
And just like he said, I coulda told ya | |
MF, the holder of a boulder, Money Folder | |
It' s ain' t funny nigga | |
Money Folder | |
Beat break | |
Outro Record cuts | |
The musclebound karate expert concealed a razor edge | |
Which could lop the head off of a marble statue once propelled | |
With notorious world takeover schemes and the most magnificent gadgets imaginable | |
Villains rapidly grew healthy cash flow | |
It is explained by a more comedic villain, the bald headed DOOM | |
This villain rose to incredible new heights of moneymaking, revenge and extortion | |
Such was the magnitude of the typical villain | |
This is no answer! | |
Very well then.... a duel to the death |
zuò qǔ : Dumile, Jackson | |
Cut | |
The villain took on many forms.. | |
MF DOOM | |
Let he who is without sin cast the first stone | |
After you who' s last, it' s DOOM, he' s the worst known | |
That' ll have your boom blown or even thirst bone | |
Rock it to a worse clone, just don' t curse the throne | |
Own his own microphone, bring it everywhere he go | |
So he can bring it to you live in stereereo | |
Pan it, can' t understand it, ban it | |
The underhanded ran it, planned it and left him stranded | |
The best, any who profess will be remanded | |
Yes sir, request permission to be candid? Granted | |
I don' t think we can handle a style so rancid | |
They flipped it like Madlib, did the old jazz standard | |
Jazz break | |
Don' t mind me, I wrote this rhyme lightly | |
Off of two or three heinies, and boy was they fine gee | |
One black, one Spanish, one chinee | |
It keeps the woody shiny year round like a pine tree | |
Don' t sign me I' m about to get a mil without em | |
Crowd him off the shelf, he' s the villain, and what about him | |
So and he' s a jerk and you don' t know him | |
Mad how he expand work but won' t show ' em | |
Poor guys, what a sight for old sore four eyes | |
Now hook me with two apple pies and a small fries | |
All rise, so far odd as a RuPaul | |
So raw break it down and make quadruple | |
It' s crucial, you could see it in his pupil | |
And this time when he get it he' ll waste it on somethin' useful | |
Like getting juiced off a deucedeuce of cokey | |
Keep it low key, known to pull a okeydokey | |
Silly Goose, DOOM is too jokey | |
Damn he could really use a room or a whole key | |
Egads, he got enough styles to start three fads | |
True dat, she gotta wonder do she come with kneepads | |
What a call, what a real butterball | |
Either I get a strike, or strike out, gutter ball | |
Rock it like yeah for the four | |
With knives inside pockets, prepare for the brawl | |
Yeah y' all you could say its an earful | |
Beware, do not touch mic, be careful | |
And just like he said, I coulda told ya | |
MF, the holder of a boulder, Money Folder | |
It' s ain' t funny nigga | |
Money Folder | |
Beat break | |
Outro Record cuts | |
The musclebound karate expert concealed a razor edge | |
Which could lop the head off of a marble statue once propelled | |
With notorious world takeover schemes and the most magnificent gadgets imaginable | |
Villains rapidly grew healthy cash flow | |
It is explained by a more comedic villain, the bald headed DOOM | |
This villain rose to incredible new heights of moneymaking, revenge and extortion | |
Such was the magnitude of the typical villain | |
This is no answer! | |
Very well then.... a duel to the death |