歌曲 | Half a Dozen MC's |
歌手 | Funky DL |
歌手 | Messiahbolical |
歌手 | Dukus Alemay |
歌手 | Pyrelli |
专辑 | Blackcurrent Jazz 2 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:17.19] | Knock knock, hello, a 6 foot fellow |
[00:20.57] | I'm never too far from the Hood and the Ghetto |
[00:22.82] | King of beats, I'm a musical Pharaoh |
[00:25.07] | you can call me classic but I don't play the Cello |
[00:27.38] | got a slick style that the people call mellow |
[00:29.63] | I got punch lines like Abbot and Costello |
[00:31.88] | who's on first base? Ya'll know my M. O. |
[00:34.25] | now I got chicks saying “listen to my demo” |
[00:36.69] | there's something so cute about a women in yellow |
[00:38.69] | call me Casanova, bustin' cherries like Morello |
[00:40.25] | Italian charm you can call me Angelo |
[00:43.00] | to die like Othello |
[00:44.32] | Question Mark, N. O |
[00:45.50] | a bunch of MC's and we build like Lego |
[00:47.38] | trying to take this rap shit to another level |
[00:50.00] | how many MC's? |
[00:50.88] | I don't know, several |
[00:51.82] | top champions so we bus' a gold medal |
[00:54.51] | Messiahbolical |
[00:55.76] | Uh, ah, I'm the illest you'll ever know |
[00:57.38] | a big deal, syllable centrefold |
[00:58.44] | with a solid gold metal coated De La Soul |
[01:01.13] | pellet gun tongue, fire Ella Fitzgerald notes |
[01:03.44] | while you silicones sell a soul |
[01:06.19] | bars fill like a catapult cantaloupes |
[01:08.26] | vocal chord cannibal calibre |
[01:10.00] | hop aboard Hannibal's acting up |
[01:13.01] | yeah, and the flows so breezy |
[01:14.94] | face looking Jermaine Jackson greasy |
[01:16.88] | and I'm running a mock all over the beat |
[01:19.45] | nobody wanna compete |
[01:20.07] | nobody fucking with we |
[01:21.38] | I'm dropping more in a week than you can drop in a year |
[01:24.00] | you're falling off of the edge, |
[01:25.26] | you might as well disappear |
[01:26.32] | and me and DL, CL Smooth |
[01:27.69] | so when he helps me out, we help you |
[01:30.57] | Pyrelli |
[01:30.82] | They say “it's a cold world” so supply your own heat |
[01:33.44] | I'm that fire guy delivering pyro-techniques on a beat |
[01:35.32] | damaging any MC in every area each |
[01:37.25] | blame the chip on my shoulder gripping a pole, |
[01:39.32] | I bury your dreams |
[01:40.51] | while the Jazzy Blackcurrent keep the scene so serene |
[01:42.01] | leave stains on your screen, |
[01:42.89] | I'm stepping in clean and mean with the scoop and the scope |
[01:44.95] | huh', rolling up my sleeves, |
[01:45.76] | flick the collar on my coat |
[01:46.70] | coming live from the streets, |
[01:47.51] | I holler the dollar quotes |
[01:48.58] | talking bout life and trying to cope |
[01:50.01] | feeling like a successful bloke |
[01:51.02] | keeping the flow so ever so dope is how I turn fans to fiends |
[01:53.14] | with G' code of conduct lyrically, |
[01:54.70] | scriptures written calligraphy |
[01:55.26] | I'm up in the upper echelon for the extra visibility |
[01:57.20] | hanging haters for mimickery, |
[01:57.95] | drown em' in my celebrity |
[01:59.32] | I tap dance on your facade, |
[02:01.26] | gangster choreography |
[02:01.70] | consider this my policy, |
[02:03.51] | follow me as I topple trees |
[02:04.89] | chillin' in the comfort zone, |
[02:05.95] | the place you got to be |
[02:07.51] | Dukus Alemay |
[02:08.08] | You should stay put if you're gonna fight me |
[02:10.14] | just like Facebook, you can only like me |
[02:11.51] | so you go back on your own word |
[02:13.02] | looking all dumb so you may look like you un-liked me |
[02:15.39] | way too many who hate |
[02:17.74] | too many fakes need to see the dentist, |
[02:19.86] | they toothache |
[02:20.61] | say they move weight when they knew |
[02:22.73] | they wasn't even nowhere near the level of a true great |
[02:25.17] | true say they're confused with delusion |
[02:26.80] | at the red light not moving, snoozing |
[02:29.05] | they think it's magic, I know it's illusion |
[02:31.79] | cos I made em' think they're winning when they're losing |
[02:34.05] | I'm living like the world's gonna end tomorrow |
[02:36.67] | so if you follow me there's gonna be sorrow |
[02:38.73] | cos the path is treacherous |
[02:40.24] | and I won't ever rest til' I reach the top of Everest |
[02:42.61] | so you should never test me |
[02:43.67] | Sus |
[02:44.16] | I'm trying to get doe, stack til' it grows mould |
[02:46.53] | big dick swinging in a room, Trojan flow |
[02:47.73] | so I go slow, still jealous ones wanna hit with a low blow |
[02:50.54] | I'mma homophobe in a room of assholes |
[02:53.17] | so I stone cold stun em' on the throat, Kimbo to the nose |
[02:56.25] | face, riddled them with lumps |
[02:57.62] | don't call the Po-Po |
[02:58.62] | I act like grown folk |
[02:59.95] | beat you with a belt I sent you out for |
[03:02.31] | oust you outlaws, underground to outdoors, |
[03:04.69] | stay in your house more |
[03:05.82] | cos I ain't inna' that chitty chat silly crap, |
[03:08.01] | simple home run face kissing on a her back |
[03:10.44] | “BLAOW!!, best you behave |
[03:12.51] | see me in a rave, don't say my name |
[03:14.70] | you've got no heat, shit! |
[03:16.45] | you're more like a black man trying to sun bathe in the shade |
[03:19.33] | Ricko Capito |
[03:19.77] | Hey yo' Funky, drop the drums please on this dumb beat |
[03:22.27] | bass will make em' fall of the wall like Humpty |
[03:24.46] | latecomers don't need to wear no dunce C.A.P. |
[03:25.95] | in the corner just get comfy |
[03:28.58] | get to know me, I'm a nice brother |
[03:30.40] | just like a hot knife and the beats like butter |
[03:32.89] | I move to every beat like “shut up!” |
[03:35.64] | you're about to die and meet your maker for touch ups |
[03:37.77] | PRS will have my bank account buffed up |
[03:39.64] | the Queens heads got me sprung, I'm loved up |
[03:42.41] | yeah, I just thought that I'd share that |
[03:44.42] | I breed flows when I tear tracks bareback |
[03:46.05] | wait, my lowest level is a million |
[03:48.61] | and your highest level is ten so you ain't near that |
[03:51.22] | R.I.C.K.O. that's Ricko C.A.P. line dot T. O. |
[00:17.19] | Knock knock, hello, a 6 foot fellow |
[00:20.57] | I' m never too far from the Hood and the Ghetto |
[00:22.82] | King of beats, I' m a musical Pharaoh |
[00:25.07] | you can call me classic but I don' t play the Cello |
[00:27.38] | got a slick style that the people call mellow |
[00:29.63] | I got punch lines like Abbot and Costello |
[00:31.88] | who' s on first base? Ya' ll know my M. O. |
[00:34.25] | now I got chicks saying " listen to my demo" |
[00:36.69] | there' s something so cute about a women in yellow |
[00:38.69] | call me Casanova, bustin' cherries like Morello |
[00:40.25] | Italian charm you can call me Angelo |
[00:43.00] | to die like Othello |
[00:44.32] | Question Mark, N. O |
[00:45.50] | a bunch of MC' s and we build like Lego |
[00:47.38] | trying to take this rap shit to another level |
[00:50.00] | how many MC' s? |
[00:50.88] | I don' t know, several |
[00:51.82] | top champions so we bus' a gold medal |
[00:54.51] | Messiahbolical |
[00:55.76] | Uh, ah, I' m the illest you' ll ever know |
[00:57.38] | a big deal, syllable centrefold |
[00:58.44] | with a solid gold metal coated De La Soul |
[01:01.13] | pellet gun tongue, fire Ella Fitzgerald notes |
[01:03.44] | while you silicones sell a soul |
[01:06.19] | bars fill like a catapult cantaloupes |
[01:08.26] | vocal chord cannibal calibre |
[01:10.00] | hop aboard Hannibal' s acting up |
[01:13.01] | yeah, and the flows so breezy |
[01:14.94] | face looking Jermaine Jackson greasy |
[01:16.88] | and I' m running a mock all over the beat |
[01:19.45] | nobody wanna compete |
[01:20.07] | nobody fucking with we |
[01:21.38] | I' m dropping more in a week than you can drop in a year |
[01:24.00] | you' re falling off of the edge, |
[01:25.26] | you might as well disappear |
[01:26.32] | and me and DL, CL Smooth |
[01:27.69] | so when he helps me out, we help you |
[01:30.57] | Pyrelli |
[01:30.82] | They say " it' s a cold world" so supply your own heat |
[01:33.44] | I' m that fire guy delivering pyrotechniques on a beat |
[01:35.32] | damaging any MC in every area each |
[01:37.25] | blame the chip on my shoulder gripping a pole, |
[01:39.32] | I bury your dreams |
[01:40.51] | while the Jazzy Blackcurrent keep the scene so serene |
[01:42.01] | leave stains on your screen, |
[01:42.89] | I' m stepping in clean and mean with the scoop and the scope |
[01:44.95] | huh', rolling up my sleeves, |
[01:45.76] | flick the collar on my coat |
[01:46.70] | coming live from the streets, |
[01:47.51] | I holler the dollar quotes |
[01:48.58] | talking bout life and trying to cope |
[01:50.01] | feeling like a successful bloke |
[01:51.02] | keeping the flow so ever so dope is how I turn fans to fiends |
[01:53.14] | with G' code of conduct lyrically, |
[01:54.70] | scriptures written calligraphy |
[01:55.26] | I' m up in the upper echelon for the extra visibility |
[01:57.20] | hanging haters for mimickery, |
[01:57.95] | drown em' in my celebrity |
[01:59.32] | I tap dance on your facade, |
[02:01.26] | gangster choreography |
[02:01.70] | consider this my policy, |
[02:03.51] | follow me as I topple trees |
[02:04.89] | chillin' in the comfort zone, |
[02:05.95] | the place you got to be |
[02:07.51] | Dukus Alemay |
[02:08.08] | You should stay put if you' re gonna fight me |
[02:10.14] | just like Facebook, you can only like me |
[02:11.51] | so you go back on your own word |
[02:13.02] | looking all dumb so you may look like you unliked me |
[02:15.39] | way too many who hate |
[02:17.74] | too many fakes need to see the dentist, |
[02:19.86] | they toothache |
[02:20.61] | say they move weight when they knew |
[02:22.73] | they wasn' t even nowhere near the level of a true great |
[02:25.17] | true say they' re confused with delusion |
[02:26.80] | at the red light not moving, snoozing |
[02:29.05] | they think it' s magic, I know it' s illusion |
[02:31.79] | cos I made em' think they' re winning when they' re losing |
[02:34.05] | I' m living like the world' s gonna end tomorrow |
[02:36.67] | so if you follow me there' s gonna be sorrow |
[02:38.73] | cos the path is treacherous |
[02:40.24] | and I won' t ever rest til' I reach the top of Everest |
[02:42.61] | so you should never test me |
[02:43.67] | Sus |
[02:44.16] | I' m trying to get doe, stack til' it grows mould |
[02:46.53] | big dick swinging in a room, Trojan flow |
[02:47.73] | so I go slow, still jealous ones wanna hit with a low blow |
[02:50.54] | I' mma homophobe in a room of assholes |
[02:53.17] | so I stone cold stun em' on the throat, Kimbo to the nose |
[02:56.25] | face, riddled them with lumps |
[02:57.62] | don' t call the PoPo |
[02:58.62] | I act like grown folk |
[02:59.95] | beat you with a belt I sent you out for |
[03:02.31] | oust you outlaws, underground to outdoors, |
[03:04.69] | stay in your house more |
[03:05.82] | cos I ain' t inna' that chitty chat silly crap, |
[03:08.01] | simple home run face kissing on a her back |
[03:10.44] | " BLAOW!!, best you behave |
[03:12.51] | see me in a rave, don' t say my name |
[03:14.70] | you' ve got no heat, shit! |
[03:16.45] | you' re more like a black man trying to sun bathe in the shade |
[03:19.33] | Ricko Capito |
[03:19.77] | Hey yo' Funky, drop the drums please on this dumb beat |
[03:22.27] | bass will make em' fall of the wall like Humpty |
[03:24.46] | latecomers don' t need to wear no dunce C. A. P. |
[03:25.95] | in the corner just get comfy |
[03:28.58] | get to know me, I' m a nice brother |
[03:30.40] | just like a hot knife and the beats like butter |
[03:32.89] | I move to every beat like " shut up!" |
[03:35.64] | you' re about to die and meet your maker for touch ups |
[03:37.77] | PRS will have my bank account buffed up |
[03:39.64] | the Queens heads got me sprung, I' m loved up |
[03:42.41] | yeah, I just thought that I' d share that |
[03:44.42] | I breed flows when I tear tracks bareback |
[03:46.05] | wait, my lowest level is a million |
[03:48.61] | and your highest level is ten so you ain' t near that |
[03:51.22] | R. I. C. K. O. that' s Ricko C. A. P. line dot T. O. |
[00:17.19] | Knock knock, hello, a 6 foot fellow |
[00:20.57] | I' m never too far from the Hood and the Ghetto |
[00:22.82] | King of beats, I' m a musical Pharaoh |
[00:25.07] | you can call me classic but I don' t play the Cello |
[00:27.38] | got a slick style that the people call mellow |
[00:29.63] | I got punch lines like Abbot and Costello |
[00:31.88] | who' s on first base? Ya' ll know my M. O. |
[00:34.25] | now I got chicks saying " listen to my demo" |
[00:36.69] | there' s something so cute about a women in yellow |
[00:38.69] | call me Casanova, bustin' cherries like Morello |
[00:40.25] | Italian charm you can call me Angelo |
[00:43.00] | to die like Othello |
[00:44.32] | Question Mark, N. O |
[00:45.50] | a bunch of MC' s and we build like Lego |
[00:47.38] | trying to take this rap shit to another level |
[00:50.00] | how many MC' s? |
[00:50.88] | I don' t know, several |
[00:51.82] | top champions so we bus' a gold medal |
[00:54.51] | Messiahbolical |
[00:55.76] | Uh, ah, I' m the illest you' ll ever know |
[00:57.38] | a big deal, syllable centrefold |
[00:58.44] | with a solid gold metal coated De La Soul |
[01:01.13] | pellet gun tongue, fire Ella Fitzgerald notes |
[01:03.44] | while you silicones sell a soul |
[01:06.19] | bars fill like a catapult cantaloupes |
[01:08.26] | vocal chord cannibal calibre |
[01:10.00] | hop aboard Hannibal' s acting up |
[01:13.01] | yeah, and the flows so breezy |
[01:14.94] | face looking Jermaine Jackson greasy |
[01:16.88] | and I' m running a mock all over the beat |
[01:19.45] | nobody wanna compete |
[01:20.07] | nobody fucking with we |
[01:21.38] | I' m dropping more in a week than you can drop in a year |
[01:24.00] | you' re falling off of the edge, |
[01:25.26] | you might as well disappear |
[01:26.32] | and me and DL, CL Smooth |
[01:27.69] | so when he helps me out, we help you |
[01:30.57] | Pyrelli |
[01:30.82] | They say " it' s a cold world" so supply your own heat |
[01:33.44] | I' m that fire guy delivering pyrotechniques on a beat |
[01:35.32] | damaging any MC in every area each |
[01:37.25] | blame the chip on my shoulder gripping a pole, |
[01:39.32] | I bury your dreams |
[01:40.51] | while the Jazzy Blackcurrent keep the scene so serene |
[01:42.01] | leave stains on your screen, |
[01:42.89] | I' m stepping in clean and mean with the scoop and the scope |
[01:44.95] | huh', rolling up my sleeves, |
[01:45.76] | flick the collar on my coat |
[01:46.70] | coming live from the streets, |
[01:47.51] | I holler the dollar quotes |
[01:48.58] | talking bout life and trying to cope |
[01:50.01] | feeling like a successful bloke |
[01:51.02] | keeping the flow so ever so dope is how I turn fans to fiends |
[01:53.14] | with G' code of conduct lyrically, |
[01:54.70] | scriptures written calligraphy |
[01:55.26] | I' m up in the upper echelon for the extra visibility |
[01:57.20] | hanging haters for mimickery, |
[01:57.95] | drown em' in my celebrity |
[01:59.32] | I tap dance on your facade, |
[02:01.26] | gangster choreography |
[02:01.70] | consider this my policy, |
[02:03.51] | follow me as I topple trees |
[02:04.89] | chillin' in the comfort zone, |
[02:05.95] | the place you got to be |
[02:07.51] | Dukus Alemay |
[02:08.08] | You should stay put if you' re gonna fight me |
[02:10.14] | just like Facebook, you can only like me |
[02:11.51] | so you go back on your own word |
[02:13.02] | looking all dumb so you may look like you unliked me |
[02:15.39] | way too many who hate |
[02:17.74] | too many fakes need to see the dentist, |
[02:19.86] | they toothache |
[02:20.61] | say they move weight when they knew |
[02:22.73] | they wasn' t even nowhere near the level of a true great |
[02:25.17] | true say they' re confused with delusion |
[02:26.80] | at the red light not moving, snoozing |
[02:29.05] | they think it' s magic, I know it' s illusion |
[02:31.79] | cos I made em' think they' re winning when they' re losing |
[02:34.05] | I' m living like the world' s gonna end tomorrow |
[02:36.67] | so if you follow me there' s gonna be sorrow |
[02:38.73] | cos the path is treacherous |
[02:40.24] | and I won' t ever rest til' I reach the top of Everest |
[02:42.61] | so you should never test me |
[02:43.67] | Sus |
[02:44.16] | I' m trying to get doe, stack til' it grows mould |
[02:46.53] | big dick swinging in a room, Trojan flow |
[02:47.73] | so I go slow, still jealous ones wanna hit with a low blow |
[02:50.54] | I' mma homophobe in a room of assholes |
[02:53.17] | so I stone cold stun em' on the throat, Kimbo to the nose |
[02:56.25] | face, riddled them with lumps |
[02:57.62] | don' t call the PoPo |
[02:58.62] | I act like grown folk |
[02:59.95] | beat you with a belt I sent you out for |
[03:02.31] | oust you outlaws, underground to outdoors, |
[03:04.69] | stay in your house more |
[03:05.82] | cos I ain' t inna' that chitty chat silly crap, |
[03:08.01] | simple home run face kissing on a her back |
[03:10.44] | " BLAOW!!, best you behave |
[03:12.51] | see me in a rave, don' t say my name |
[03:14.70] | you' ve got no heat, shit! |
[03:16.45] | you' re more like a black man trying to sun bathe in the shade |
[03:19.33] | Ricko Capito |
[03:19.77] | Hey yo' Funky, drop the drums please on this dumb beat |
[03:22.27] | bass will make em' fall of the wall like Humpty |
[03:24.46] | latecomers don' t need to wear no dunce C. A. P. |
[03:25.95] | in the corner just get comfy |
[03:28.58] | get to know me, I' m a nice brother |
[03:30.40] | just like a hot knife and the beats like butter |
[03:32.89] | I move to every beat like " shut up!" |
[03:35.64] | you' re about to die and meet your maker for touch ups |
[03:37.77] | PRS will have my bank account buffed up |
[03:39.64] | the Queens heads got me sprung, I' m loved up |
[03:42.41] | yeah, I just thought that I' d share that |
[03:44.42] | I breed flows when I tear tracks bareback |
[03:46.05] | wait, my lowest level is a million |
[03:48.61] | and your highest level is ten so you ain' t near that |
[03:51.22] | R. I. C. K. O. that' s Ricko C. A. P. line dot T. O. |