歌曲 | Grim Fandango |
歌手 | Cadence Weapon |
专辑 | Breaking Kayfabe |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Pemberton | |
skulls like crossbones, boneheads and barelimbs | |
a spare grim when I tear the heir apparent | |
daring to be truthful, but with winners with no scruples | |
using the useful lights that would suit his pupils | |
looking at suitable samples a chance be sold | |
i'm not illin, killin or chillin on lamping cold | |
i'm rational even when i'm slashing your nose | |
they think it i'll snatch your nose quick | |
on a pass with show flicks | |
i'm just pass with flow shit | |
no diss like your progress, i know best | |
you can role a script without blown test | |
i notice they no this is no diss | |
just showmanship on my programs | |
which i had a dream in which i wished i had my hands raised | |
to my place in complacency at the manblades | |
memory vague, but the scene resembled a police raid | |
dance devil, dance grim | |
fandango fade | |
yo I come through your hood with a sick demeanor | |
cause I got thick skin like myxedema | |
and on it is an anthem of a movement of the greatest of speech | |
princely park to save in his cheek, raising you bleak | |
this is bunker rap, punks react | |
put screens when the the thunder claps | |
**** knowing I rap truth, well-versed in a ledge | |
punchlines smack you gap-toothed like Percy Sledge | |
as the fluid movement knowing i kinda do it | |
if you do 3 life truants 1 translucent, i'll bust | |
a capillary and bust another one above that | |
and i'll cop one of your late records | |
yes, i'm ****ing with that, i see you bumping with gats | |
i'm slapping you wrists, amble your shit, student | |
i'm the master of diss | |
I tote a smoking gun and hope that cancer sticks | |
so a star was born, now you have no ass to risk | |
i flew a delta kappa rapper in you mouth reticle | |
I might as well keep it all alphabetical | |
If you are what you eat, and I am what she eats | |
that makes me a chicken and her a consumer, believe me | |
and if ICU and UBC then I C seein and I see you | |
and I know you don't wanna twirl with bars | |
cause if you and I verse we'll end up worlds apart | |
I got one love for twenty-two 2's with scene flow | |
change the station with amazing grace, they call me "free-throw" | |
it ain't foreplay for banisters to doorway | |
a whore say "play four" while I say "foreplay" | |
damn right I **** fans, and i rush up live ringers | |
meaning I ****-up fans, get punched by five fingers | |
line splitters, catch D.A.K Day Tripper | |
A six shooter who does seven sins | |
to make eight figures. |
zuo qu : Pemberton | |
skulls like crossbones, boneheads and barelimbs | |
a spare grim when I tear the heir apparent | |
daring to be truthful, but with winners with no scruples | |
using the useful lights that would suit his pupils | |
looking at suitable samples a chance be sold | |
i' m not illin, killin or chillin on lamping cold | |
i' m rational even when i' m slashing your nose | |
they think it i' ll snatch your nose quick | |
on a pass with show flicks | |
i' m just pass with flow shit | |
no diss like your progress, i know best | |
you can role a script without blown test | |
i notice they no this is no diss | |
just showmanship on my programs | |
which i had a dream in which i wished i had my hands raised | |
to my place in complacency at the manblades | |
memory vague, but the scene resembled a police raid | |
dance devil, dance grim | |
fandango fade | |
yo I come through your hood with a sick demeanor | |
cause I got thick skin like myxedema | |
and on it is an anthem of a movement of the greatest of speech | |
princely park to save in his cheek, raising you bleak | |
this is bunker rap, punks react | |
put screens when the the thunder claps | |
knowing I rap truth, wellversed in a ledge | |
punchlines smack you gaptoothed like Percy Sledge | |
as the fluid movement knowing i kinda do it | |
if you do 3 life truants 1 translucent, i' ll bust | |
a capillary and bust another one above that | |
and i' ll cop one of your late records | |
yes, i' m ing with that, i see you bumping with gats | |
i' m slapping you wrists, amble your shit, student | |
i' m the master of diss | |
I tote a smoking gun and hope that cancer sticks | |
so a star was born, now you have no ass to risk | |
i flew a delta kappa rapper in you mouth reticle | |
I might as well keep it all alphabetical | |
If you are what you eat, and I am what she eats | |
that makes me a chicken and her a consumer, believe me | |
and if ICU and UBC then I C seein and I see you | |
and I know you don' t wanna twirl with bars | |
cause if you and I verse we' ll end up worlds apart | |
I got one love for twentytwo 2' s with scene flow | |
change the station with amazing grace, they call me " freethrow" | |
it ain' t foreplay for banisters to doorway | |
a whore say " play four" while I say " foreplay" | |
damn right I fans, and i rush up live ringers | |
meaning I up fans, get punched by five fingers | |
line splitters, catch D. A. K Day Tripper | |
A six shooter who does seven sins | |
to make eight figures. |
zuò qǔ : Pemberton | |
skulls like crossbones, boneheads and barelimbs | |
a spare grim when I tear the heir apparent | |
daring to be truthful, but with winners with no scruples | |
using the useful lights that would suit his pupils | |
looking at suitable samples a chance be sold | |
i' m not illin, killin or chillin on lamping cold | |
i' m rational even when i' m slashing your nose | |
they think it i' ll snatch your nose quick | |
on a pass with show flicks | |
i' m just pass with flow shit | |
no diss like your progress, i know best | |
you can role a script without blown test | |
i notice they no this is no diss | |
just showmanship on my programs | |
which i had a dream in which i wished i had my hands raised | |
to my place in complacency at the manblades | |
memory vague, but the scene resembled a police raid | |
dance devil, dance grim | |
fandango fade | |
yo I come through your hood with a sick demeanor | |
cause I got thick skin like myxedema | |
and on it is an anthem of a movement of the greatest of speech | |
princely park to save in his cheek, raising you bleak | |
this is bunker rap, punks react | |
put screens when the the thunder claps | |
knowing I rap truth, wellversed in a ledge | |
punchlines smack you gaptoothed like Percy Sledge | |
as the fluid movement knowing i kinda do it | |
if you do 3 life truants 1 translucent, i' ll bust | |
a capillary and bust another one above that | |
and i' ll cop one of your late records | |
yes, i' m ing with that, i see you bumping with gats | |
i' m slapping you wrists, amble your shit, student | |
i' m the master of diss | |
I tote a smoking gun and hope that cancer sticks | |
so a star was born, now you have no ass to risk | |
i flew a delta kappa rapper in you mouth reticle | |
I might as well keep it all alphabetical | |
If you are what you eat, and I am what she eats | |
that makes me a chicken and her a consumer, believe me | |
and if ICU and UBC then I C seein and I see you | |
and I know you don' t wanna twirl with bars | |
cause if you and I verse we' ll end up worlds apart | |
I got one love for twentytwo 2' s with scene flow | |
change the station with amazing grace, they call me " freethrow" | |
it ain' t foreplay for banisters to doorway | |
a whore say " play four" while I say " foreplay" | |
damn right I fans, and i rush up live ringers | |
meaning I up fans, get punched by five fingers | |
line splitters, catch D. A. K Day Tripper | |
A six shooter who does seven sins | |
to make eight figures. |