歌曲 | Stress The World |
歌手 | Del tha Funkee Homosapien |
专辑 | Future Development |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Jones | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world (Stress the world) | |
I offer the maximum that you called for, | |
Who better, to get a crowd to go "Wow"? | |
Del, A champion true, | |
I do what the others can't do, | |
So when you come to, | |
Recognize | |
I despise weak, | |
I'm at my peak | |
I seek More than the boredom you are accustomed to, | |
A connoisseur, | |
I love hip hop more, | |
Than I did as a kid, | |
So I gotta kid rid, | |
Of those, who pose, | |
Case closed, | |
I'm dynamic with panic | |
And it's exactly how | |
I planned it | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Hah! You better peep | |
Cause the price is very steep | |
For those who sleep, | |
I pile my rhymes by the heap, | |
On cassets, | |
LPs, CDs, and twelve inches, | |
Perform the shit, | |
And get the girls like bitches, | |
With good intentions, | |
The key word is redemption, | |
For those who try to shit on my crown, | |
Let's get down! | |
Plastic ass rappers | |
Get smashed like crackers, | |
First I shellack ya, | |
Then hit you with the lacquer, | |
Then I go to marijuana class | |
And study cultivation, | |
So I can make the | |
USA a better nation, | |
Get smoked, mellow out, | |
Vibe, **** the stress, | |
While I kill | |
MCs that say "He's relentless", | |
Past you, | |
At last due | |
To technological enhancements, | |
On my part, | |
The art advances, | |
My rhymes are ravishing, | |
Ravaging the hip hop surface, | |
To get to the underground, | |
Four pounds to purchase, | |
Merciless, | |
As soon as | |
I insert the disk, | |
Into the S. | |
P., To make the world stress me, | |
Let's be up front and real, | |
What's up with this rap | |
Regurgitation that appeals to the masses? | |
I got pure plain funk, | |
Hold the mayo, | |
Like the formulation | |
Of ice crystals | |
Make the sun's halo, | |
A rainbow, | |
Pay in full | |
To MCs at large, | |
I barge and | |
Cordon them all when | |
I charge! | |
Personally responsible, | |
Behind all the hoopla, | |
Havoc 'cross the board, | |
Get the trouble shooter, | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Make the world stress me | |
Stress the world | |
Make the world stress me | |
Stress the world | |
Make the, | |
Make the world stress me, | |
Let's be up front and real | |
Mathematically correct, | |
Collect rent on the daily, | |
This ain't a prince project, | |
Put out on paisley park, | |
Deep dark funk, | |
To dunk your face in, | |
Fully animated | |
In a time where hip-hop's contaminated, | |
With corny niggers talkin' gibberish, | |
They make me feverish, | |
I merely pull this lever which | |
Enables me to unveil tales | |
Of Del in action, | |
Smoked to the fullest | |
Project my voice like bullets, | |
I deflect your sect, | |
I check the scanner, | |
Damn you're persistant, | |
I stand with my fist clenched, | |
Tightly around the microphone like a scepter, | |
With rhymes average | |
MC's can't see like a specter, | |
The inspecter, | |
With the nectar, | |
Sharp like a black and decker, | |
I twist a nigger's neck | |
Like Chubby | |
Checker, Respect | |
A, Heiroglyphic insgnia, | |
You know it means murder, | |
With lyrics unhead of, | |
Stamina, stamina, | |
And with a new flow to boot, | |
Don't try to execute my patterin's, | |
I took hella notes while battlin, | |
Dismantling opponents alone | |
With my trusty verbs | |
Leave these | |
MC's disturbed, | |
Everybody on my block | |
Knows I rock, | |
To MC's I'm hella cocky | |
So I keep my rhymes cocked | |
In position, | |
And if you actually listen, | |
To what I'm saying, | |
You'll see you can't resist them, | |
They're succulent, | |
And if you don't like them, | |
**** you then, | |
Anybody with taste, | |
Sees it's a delicacy, | |
Not a mere hors de'ovuerve, | |
Or haven't you heard, | |
And it's totally take out, | |
About a million served, | |
Like that! | |
Absolutely a beauty, | |
I crush the shit that's booty, | |
Cause I figure it's my duty | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Raah! Let's be up front and real, | |
Let's be up front and real, | |
Make the world stress me, | |
Let's be up front and real, | |
Let's be up front and real, | |
Make the world stress me, | |
Let's be up front and real, | |
Let's be up front and real, | |
Make the world stress me, | |
Let's be up front and real, | |
Let's be up front and real |
zuo ci : Jones | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world Stress the world | |
I offer the maximum that you called for, | |
Who better, to get a crowd to go " Wow"? | |
Del, A champion true, | |
I do what the others can' t do, | |
So when you come to, | |
Recognize | |
I despise weak, | |
I' m at my peak | |
I seek More than the boredom you are accustomed to, | |
A connoisseur, | |
I love hip hop more, | |
Than I did as a kid, | |
So I gotta kid rid, | |
Of those, who pose, | |
Case closed, | |
I' m dynamic with panic | |
And it' s exactly how | |
I planned it | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Hah! You better peep | |
Cause the price is very steep | |
For those who sleep, | |
I pile my rhymes by the heap, | |
On cassets, | |
LPs, CDs, and twelve inches, | |
Perform the shit, | |
And get the girls like bitches, | |
With good intentions, | |
The key word is redemption, | |
For those who try to shit on my crown, | |
Let' s get down! | |
Plastic ass rappers | |
Get smashed like crackers, | |
First I shellack ya, | |
Then hit you with the lacquer, | |
Then I go to marijuana class | |
And study cultivation, | |
So I can make the | |
USA a better nation, | |
Get smoked, mellow out, | |
Vibe, the stress, | |
While I kill | |
MCs that say " He' s relentless", | |
Past you, | |
At last due | |
To technological enhancements, | |
On my part, | |
The art advances, | |
My rhymes are ravishing, | |
Ravaging the hip hop surface, | |
To get to the underground, | |
Four pounds to purchase, | |
Merciless, | |
As soon as | |
I insert the disk, | |
Into the S. | |
P., To make the world stress me, | |
Let' s be up front and real, | |
What' s up with this rap | |
Regurgitation that appeals to the masses? | |
I got pure plain funk, | |
Hold the mayo, | |
Like the formulation | |
Of ice crystals | |
Make the sun' s halo, | |
A rainbow, | |
Pay in full | |
To MCs at large, | |
I barge and | |
Cordon them all when | |
I charge! | |
Personally responsible, | |
Behind all the hoopla, | |
Havoc ' cross the board, | |
Get the trouble shooter, | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Make the world stress me | |
Stress the world | |
Make the world stress me | |
Stress the world | |
Make the, | |
Make the world stress me, | |
Let' s be up front and real | |
Mathematically correct, | |
Collect rent on the daily, | |
This ain' t a prince project, | |
Put out on paisley park, | |
Deep dark funk, | |
To dunk your face in, | |
Fully animated | |
In a time where hiphop' s contaminated, | |
With corny niggers talkin' gibberish, | |
They make me feverish, | |
I merely pull this lever which | |
Enables me to unveil tales | |
Of Del in action, | |
Smoked to the fullest | |
Project my voice like bullets, | |
I deflect your sect, | |
I check the scanner, | |
Damn you' re persistant, | |
I stand with my fist clenched, | |
Tightly around the microphone like a scepter, | |
With rhymes average | |
MC' s can' t see like a specter, | |
The inspecter, | |
With the nectar, | |
Sharp like a black and decker, | |
I twist a nigger' s neck | |
Like Chubby | |
Checker, Respect | |
A, Heiroglyphic insgnia, | |
You know it means murder, | |
With lyrics unhead of, | |
Stamina, stamina, | |
And with a new flow to boot, | |
Don' t try to execute my patterin' s, | |
I took hella notes while battlin, | |
Dismantling opponents alone | |
With my trusty verbs | |
Leave these | |
MC' s disturbed, | |
Everybody on my block | |
Knows I rock, | |
To MC' s I' m hella cocky | |
So I keep my rhymes cocked | |
In position, | |
And if you actually listen, | |
To what I' m saying, | |
You' ll see you can' t resist them, | |
They' re succulent, | |
And if you don' t like them, | |
you then, | |
Anybody with taste, | |
Sees it' s a delicacy, | |
Not a mere hors de' ovuerve, | |
Or haven' t you heard, | |
And it' s totally take out, | |
About a million served, | |
Like that! | |
Absolutely a beauty, | |
I crush the shit that' s booty, | |
Cause I figure it' s my duty | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Raah! Let' s be up front and real, | |
Let' s be up front and real, | |
Make the world stress me, | |
Let' s be up front and real, | |
Let' s be up front and real, | |
Make the world stress me, | |
Let' s be up front and real, | |
Let' s be up front and real, | |
Make the world stress me, | |
Let' s be up front and real, | |
Let' s be up front and real |
zuò cí : Jones | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world Stress the world | |
I offer the maximum that you called for, | |
Who better, to get a crowd to go " Wow"? | |
Del, A champion true, | |
I do what the others can' t do, | |
So when you come to, | |
Recognize | |
I despise weak, | |
I' m at my peak | |
I seek More than the boredom you are accustomed to, | |
A connoisseur, | |
I love hip hop more, | |
Than I did as a kid, | |
So I gotta kid rid, | |
Of those, who pose, | |
Case closed, | |
I' m dynamic with panic | |
And it' s exactly how | |
I planned it | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Hah! You better peep | |
Cause the price is very steep | |
For those who sleep, | |
I pile my rhymes by the heap, | |
On cassets, | |
LPs, CDs, and twelve inches, | |
Perform the shit, | |
And get the girls like bitches, | |
With good intentions, | |
The key word is redemption, | |
For those who try to shit on my crown, | |
Let' s get down! | |
Plastic ass rappers | |
Get smashed like crackers, | |
First I shellack ya, | |
Then hit you with the lacquer, | |
Then I go to marijuana class | |
And study cultivation, | |
So I can make the | |
USA a better nation, | |
Get smoked, mellow out, | |
Vibe, the stress, | |
While I kill | |
MCs that say " He' s relentless", | |
Past you, | |
At last due | |
To technological enhancements, | |
On my part, | |
The art advances, | |
My rhymes are ravishing, | |
Ravaging the hip hop surface, | |
To get to the underground, | |
Four pounds to purchase, | |
Merciless, | |
As soon as | |
I insert the disk, | |
Into the S. | |
P., To make the world stress me, | |
Let' s be up front and real, | |
What' s up with this rap | |
Regurgitation that appeals to the masses? | |
I got pure plain funk, | |
Hold the mayo, | |
Like the formulation | |
Of ice crystals | |
Make the sun' s halo, | |
A rainbow, | |
Pay in full | |
To MCs at large, | |
I barge and | |
Cordon them all when | |
I charge! | |
Personally responsible, | |
Behind all the hoopla, | |
Havoc ' cross the board, | |
Get the trouble shooter, | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Make the world stress me | |
Stress the world | |
Make the world stress me | |
Stress the world | |
Make the, | |
Make the world stress me, | |
Let' s be up front and real | |
Mathematically correct, | |
Collect rent on the daily, | |
This ain' t a prince project, | |
Put out on paisley park, | |
Deep dark funk, | |
To dunk your face in, | |
Fully animated | |
In a time where hiphop' s contaminated, | |
With corny niggers talkin' gibberish, | |
They make me feverish, | |
I merely pull this lever which | |
Enables me to unveil tales | |
Of Del in action, | |
Smoked to the fullest | |
Project my voice like bullets, | |
I deflect your sect, | |
I check the scanner, | |
Damn you' re persistant, | |
I stand with my fist clenched, | |
Tightly around the microphone like a scepter, | |
With rhymes average | |
MC' s can' t see like a specter, | |
The inspecter, | |
With the nectar, | |
Sharp like a black and decker, | |
I twist a nigger' s neck | |
Like Chubby | |
Checker, Respect | |
A, Heiroglyphic insgnia, | |
You know it means murder, | |
With lyrics unhead of, | |
Stamina, stamina, | |
And with a new flow to boot, | |
Don' t try to execute my patterin' s, | |
I took hella notes while battlin, | |
Dismantling opponents alone | |
With my trusty verbs | |
Leave these | |
MC' s disturbed, | |
Everybody on my block | |
Knows I rock, | |
To MC' s I' m hella cocky | |
So I keep my rhymes cocked | |
In position, | |
And if you actually listen, | |
To what I' m saying, | |
You' ll see you can' t resist them, | |
They' re succulent, | |
And if you don' t like them, | |
you then, | |
Anybody with taste, | |
Sees it' s a delicacy, | |
Not a mere hors de' ovuerve, | |
Or haven' t you heard, | |
And it' s totally take out, | |
About a million served, | |
Like that! | |
Absolutely a beauty, | |
I crush the shit that' s booty, | |
Cause I figure it' s my duty | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Stress the world | |
Raah! Let' s be up front and real, | |
Let' s be up front and real, | |
Make the world stress me, | |
Let' s be up front and real, | |
Let' s be up front and real, | |
Make the world stress me, | |
Let' s be up front and real, | |
Let' s be up front and real, | |
Make the world stress me, | |
Let' s be up front and real, | |
Let' s be up front and real |