In the Zone(Feat. 2mo'Key & DJ Chika) - The 49ers/2mo'key/Dj Chika
Man I'm in a zone
Like a 2 3 defending the key
Drop knowledge from the top
Just don't put me in a box
Jas mace might break every stereotype
Like getting played with the bass on blast
At high decibels right
I mastered the gift
And been known to spit some sick sh*t
Like a talk with a lisp
So don't get to close
Because you might get shot
With 16 to the dome
The autopsy confirmed
Death by a rhyme assassin
Deadlier than a black mamba
Searching for her baby daughter
Welcome to the slaughter
And even if you brought a ghost
Writing consorter
My proton pack will trap his wack raps
The 49ers ain't a dance group
Out the 90s doing disco
We love the west coast
But we're not from san francisco
49 matthews road that's the home
Of din thomas grouchy greg
And atc in miami
1 2 1 2 1 2
I've never been there
夢の続きをonce again
果てしなく広がる空の彼方まで
僕を連れて行く魔法のツールは
そうさブラックミュージック
いつの間にか虜だった
何も知らないよまだ
人目すら気にせずに触れ合う肌
気の向くままに自分らしくいればいい
夜空照らし浮かぶ目の輝き
中学高校で学んだ社会のルール
優秀で利口な奴とは無縁のlife
気まぐれ風来で形成された2mo'key
あの時のメモリーそうさ紐解き
笑い声が止まらないよ
かけがえのない思いでの
フォトグラフを眺め
腐れ縁のfriends
永遠に変わらず共に
歩んでいく宿命
Thee ingredients are pure
And the recipe is raw
We're the reservoir dogs
Of metaphors and bars
Reppin' for the cause
Of the hip hop game
That's overrunning with suckers
And plus some hip hop lames
We're in tip top shape
Like a pyramid in cairo
Coming with that fire bro
Just like a pyro
We're coming with the heat
Like a gunner what's up
Hit you in the head like a gun
But shut up
Save it put it in your pocket for later
Because your bubblegum raps
Lost their flavor
And see we're so major like the mlb
And all I see is mic clones
Trying to get like me
But we're studio occupants
We get copied like documents
You biting for dollars
Like you ain't got no sense
Me and my dogs are off
And running we ain't got no fence
No collar no lease we're rottweilers