歌曲 | Feelin' Evil Again |
歌手 | Chino XL |
专辑 | Here To Save You All |
作词 : Barbosa, Stevens | |
Intro: | |
Yo, can I represent Gravitation to the fullest? Word up. Some times I just | |
cool out, yeah, come on, get with it. | |
Hook: | |
Yo, it's still an ill vibe when I want to unwind | |
"Like you inhale, like a breath of fresh air" -Phife Dog from "Can I Kick It?" | |
Verse 1: | |
Slice like a cesarean, shoot like insulin | |
Hip hop lives at no radio station, penetrate you like a vaccination | |
Fascination do you like styro foam and crush ya | |
Needles in pressure points, acupuncture | |
You shouldn't of start no rubbish you got no indentity like Jay | |
You sing more blues than Sarah Vawn, easy to ruin like sued | |
Respect like Areatha Franklin', half asleep dark must be | |
But still American as ****in' in the back seat | |
Yo dig this, Your biting is constant | |
When I knock shit, get your wig split, I rip shit | |
Till I'm sweatly like Whoopi's armpits | |
The bomb's lit, you try to pick my style like chop sticks | |
No concepts, you would of met me long ago | |
Producers put me on hold | |
Now I can roast you mother****ers like Roticery Gold | |
And this whole rap world is gonna miss me when I retire | |
Vampire, I be setting homeless mother****ers on FIRE! | |
Hook (x2) | |
"Day after day after day" | |
The yellow nigga try to chill but then, I'm feelin' evil again | |
"Day after day after day" and everytime I pick up the pen | |
I'm feelin' evil again "Day after day after day" | |
Since the only good friend is a dead friend, I'm feelin' evil again | |
"Day after day after day" Everytime my temper go thin | |
I'm feelin' evil again | |
Girl talking: | |
"A-yo **** you, you yellow ass nigga, you ain't sayin' shit.I know you | |
ain't trying to diss me with that ole evil shit. A-yo what's ****in' with | |
that? Chino you ain't shit and you ain't ever gonna be shit.(aaaaaah) | |
Verse 2: | |
I put out more wax than Martin Lawrence earlobe | |
I rock forever, Or at least until the Jets win the Super Bowl | |
There's no comparing me, shocking your system like Chemotherapy | |
Osmosis, cysticfibrosis, Slick Rick eye could be the closest | |
I focus, on Naomi Campbel, but she's a leisbian (damn) | |
Stress me and, I'll make you see more stars than planetariums | |
Your horrorcore is homocore, you screamin' you Evil Live | |
Only played on AM and your vinyl is a 45 | |
No Indecent Proposals cause I'm not Woody Harrelson | |
I ain't checkin' for you like PE's new album son | |
(Blurting obscenities at random) I think you got Turret | |
I make niggas sore like the first pussy Tyson get | |
What part of Jersy do you come from black? | |
The part that white people be speeding though in 6 seconds flat | |
They scared of death, they out of breath, they gonna get car-jacked | |
That's what happens when you don't recognize hipanic and blacks | |
Blessed by the nation, cause I'm expecting to blow up | |
More than Tevin Cambell is expected to have a sex-change operation (oooooh) | |
Hook | |
Outro: | |
**** all of y'all |
zuò cí : Barbosa, Stevens | |
Intro: | |
Yo, can I represent Gravitation to the fullest? Word up. Some times I just | |
cool out, yeah, come on, get with it. | |
Hook: | |
Yo, it' s still an ill vibe when I want to unwind | |
" Like you inhale, like a breath of fresh air" Phife Dog from " Can I Kick It?" | |
Verse 1: | |
Slice like a cesarean, shoot like insulin | |
Hip hop lives at no radio station, penetrate you like a vaccination | |
Fascination do you like styro foam and crush ya | |
Needles in pressure points, acupuncture | |
You shouldn' t of start no rubbish you got no indentity like Jay | |
You sing more blues than Sarah Vawn, easy to ruin like sued | |
Respect like Areatha Franklin', half asleep dark must be | |
But still American as in' in the back seat | |
Yo dig this, Your biting is constant | |
When I knock shit, get your wig split, I rip shit | |
Till I' m sweatly like Whoopi' s armpits | |
The bomb' s lit, you try to pick my style like chop sticks | |
No concepts, you would of met me long ago | |
Producers put me on hold | |
Now I can roast you mother ers like Roticery Gold | |
And this whole rap world is gonna miss me when I retire | |
Vampire, I be setting homeless mother ers on FIRE! | |
Hook x2 | |
" Day after day after day" | |
The yellow nigga try to chill but then, I' m feelin' evil again | |
" Day after day after day" and everytime I pick up the pen | |
I' m feelin' evil again " Day after day after day" | |
Since the only good friend is a dead friend, I' m feelin' evil again | |
" Day after day after day" Everytime my temper go thin | |
I' m feelin' evil again | |
Girl talking: | |
" Ayo you, you yellow ass nigga, you ain' t sayin' shit. I know you | |
ain' t trying to diss me with that ole evil shit. Ayo what' s in' with | |
that? Chino you ain' t shit and you ain' t ever gonna be shit. aaaaaah | |
Verse 2: | |
I put out more wax than Martin Lawrence earlobe | |
I rock forever, Or at least until the Jets win the Super Bowl | |
There' s no comparing me, shocking your system like Chemotherapy | |
Osmosis, cysticfibrosis, Slick Rick eye could be the closest | |
I focus, on Naomi Campbel, but she' s a leisbian damn | |
Stress me and, I' ll make you see more stars than planetariums | |
Your horrorcore is homocore, you screamin' you Evil Live | |
Only played on AM and your vinyl is a 45 | |
No Indecent Proposals cause I' m not Woody Harrelson | |
I ain' t checkin' for you like PE' s new album son | |
Blurting obscenities at random I think you got Turret | |
I make niggas sore like the first pussy Tyson get | |
What part of Jersy do you come from black? | |
The part that white people be speeding though in 6 seconds flat | |
They scared of death, they out of breath, they gonna get carjacked | |
That' s what happens when you don' t recognize hipanic and blacks | |
Blessed by the nation, cause I' m expecting to blow up | |
More than Tevin Cambell is expected to have a sexchange operation oooooh | |
Hook | |
Outro: | |
all of y' all |