歌曲 | We Got It Like That |
歌手 | Casual |
专辑 | Fear Itself |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Owens, Siguenza | |
Once upon | |
John thinking on this | |
MC's just don't know | |
That the best will never contest my flow | |
Hieroglyphics the fly bros rip shit for ya | |
And watch you stumble as | |
I kicks it | |
I blow ya, away | |
Like a sailboat, you fail quote some of my shit to try and get props | |
But no, they got butt flow | |
What bro Can handle the pressure from my gut blow | |
I appear as a foundation, laced in your face | |
That there will be no replacin | |
So trace your tracks or face the mack | |
Cuz I got your girlfriend and ain't no takin her back | |
Word I got it like that, so if you strike back | |
Steal, or don't say shit | |
I play with brains | |
Your thought train is often hijacked and rearranged | |
We became the fly macks | |
It's like that, cuz we got it like that (8X) | |
What a little way to express the anger | |
Ya done pressed the stranger, danger | |
Might change a wrong to right | |
Yet a song | |
I write will shed new light as you fight | |
And fuss with us so we must discuss | |
Busting your brain right open | |
And you strain | |
I'm hoping | |
Enquiring minds turn out dope men, but the potion | |
Was not potent enough to fade the master yet | |
Since you have no kryptonite, | |
I get to rip the mic | |
I flip like side | |
B, hit a comp wield and tear apart we'll be-havin babboon | |
They'll be cravin the tunes | |
Sooner than the | |
Sun Times on a new day | |
But who they, | |
I got a bobby pin, so | |
I can rob you men | |
And be driver, of how | |
I come, with my gum slander, and demand a man to think | |
Cuz I can stop and wait, while others contemplate the theories and when they hear these the fear beez tremendous, but | |
I won't amend this, endless time is spent to rhyme, when | |
I'm lit Get a creative urge, then | |
I sit And muster clusters of creation we placed in your face when | |
I bust you | |
It's like that, cuz we got it like that (16X) |
zuo qu : Owens, Siguenza | |
Once upon | |
John thinking on this | |
MC' s just don' t know | |
That the best will never contest my flow | |
Hieroglyphics the fly bros rip shit for ya | |
And watch you stumble as | |
I kicks it | |
I blow ya, away | |
Like a sailboat, you fail quote some of my shit to try and get props | |
But no, they got butt flow | |
What bro Can handle the pressure from my gut blow | |
I appear as a foundation, laced in your face | |
That there will be no replacin | |
So trace your tracks or face the mack | |
Cuz I got your girlfriend and ain' t no takin her back | |
Word I got it like that, so if you strike back | |
Steal, or don' t say shit | |
I play with brains | |
Your thought train is often hijacked and rearranged | |
We became the fly macks | |
It' s like that, cuz we got it like that 8X | |
What a little way to express the anger | |
Ya done pressed the stranger, danger | |
Might change a wrong to right | |
Yet a song | |
I write will shed new light as you fight | |
And fuss with us so we must discuss | |
Busting your brain right open | |
And you strain | |
I' m hoping | |
Enquiring minds turn out dope men, but the potion | |
Was not potent enough to fade the master yet | |
Since you have no kryptonite, | |
I get to rip the mic | |
I flip like side | |
B, hit a comp wield and tear apart we' ll behavin babboon | |
They' ll be cravin the tunes | |
Sooner than the | |
Sun Times on a new day | |
But who they, | |
I got a bobby pin, so | |
I can rob you men | |
And be driver, of how | |
I come, with my gum slander, and demand a man to think | |
Cuz I can stop and wait, while others contemplate the theories and when they hear these the fear beez tremendous, but | |
I won' t amend this, endless time is spent to rhyme, when | |
I' m lit Get a creative urge, then | |
I sit And muster clusters of creation we placed in your face when | |
I bust you | |
It' s like that, cuz we got it like that 16X |
zuò qǔ : Owens, Siguenza | |
Once upon | |
John thinking on this | |
MC' s just don' t know | |
That the best will never contest my flow | |
Hieroglyphics the fly bros rip shit for ya | |
And watch you stumble as | |
I kicks it | |
I blow ya, away | |
Like a sailboat, you fail quote some of my shit to try and get props | |
But no, they got butt flow | |
What bro Can handle the pressure from my gut blow | |
I appear as a foundation, laced in your face | |
That there will be no replacin | |
So trace your tracks or face the mack | |
Cuz I got your girlfriend and ain' t no takin her back | |
Word I got it like that, so if you strike back | |
Steal, or don' t say shit | |
I play with brains | |
Your thought train is often hijacked and rearranged | |
We became the fly macks | |
It' s like that, cuz we got it like that 8X | |
What a little way to express the anger | |
Ya done pressed the stranger, danger | |
Might change a wrong to right | |
Yet a song | |
I write will shed new light as you fight | |
And fuss with us so we must discuss | |
Busting your brain right open | |
And you strain | |
I' m hoping | |
Enquiring minds turn out dope men, but the potion | |
Was not potent enough to fade the master yet | |
Since you have no kryptonite, | |
I get to rip the mic | |
I flip like side | |
B, hit a comp wield and tear apart we' ll behavin babboon | |
They' ll be cravin the tunes | |
Sooner than the | |
Sun Times on a new day | |
But who they, | |
I got a bobby pin, so | |
I can rob you men | |
And be driver, of how | |
I come, with my gum slander, and demand a man to think | |
Cuz I can stop and wait, while others contemplate the theories and when they hear these the fear beez tremendous, but | |
I won' t amend this, endless time is spent to rhyme, when | |
I' m lit Get a creative urge, then | |
I sit And muster clusters of creation we placed in your face when | |
I bust you | |
It' s like that, cuz we got it like that 16X |