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作词 : Mr David Julian Ellis |
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作曲 : Mr David Julian Ellis |
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Gutterman- written by fiend aka raps
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Sex, drugs, money and violence,
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Is what i see lurking in the silence,
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Mind on the money, got the money on the mind ‘g’,
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The gutterman, coming from infinity (echo)
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Booyaka, booyaka, dem a hollah when’ the v’, a coma.
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I am the fire like the rum inside ya tummy tumma,
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Foe fumma, here I coma, here I coma.
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Like Pinocchio (rewind), I see ya nose grow when you lie sona,
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Another diggy, dumma, daze by my drummer,
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Source similar, to the centre of the suna,
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I’m the onea, lyrically dangerous,
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Just like the virus, I’m contagious,
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So ya better get ya jimmy, punies in the house,
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Punny a trap and the dick a di mouse,
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Don’t boast, build a blunt, and look a typer,
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Just like a peach man, I know ya love da punny, well riper,
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Before you fill it upa,
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Some punny pick a pocket when dem pon toppa,
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Whatta (slapper) rewind, echo,
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‘I am what I am’,
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Another money grabber sucking dicker for a stone in the gutterman.-(10 bar rap)
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• Put em up. Put em up, yea!
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• And wave ya mother****ing(rewind) hands in the air for the gutterman,
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• Put em up. Put em up, yea!
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• And wave ya mother****ing(rewind) hands in the air,-(2 bar chorus)
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For the gutterman, superman (rewind) niggerman,
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I’m in ya face den I’m out like rubber man,
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Leaving you dormant, in other words sceptic,
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Tek an illy pill, you’ll meet the devil epileptic,
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Wack mc’s, yo, I don’t miss,
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Stepping to ‘the v’is like stepping off a cliff,
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You’ll be in like dat, out like dat,
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Nanoo, nanoo, knocka, knocka, hello, lights best be on jack,
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I’m original rough (echo), microphone warrior,
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Step into the fire, wayah (echo), you’ll end up sorrier,
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Cause I’ll burn ya brain, insane the lame,
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Elevate ya mind, then link it to a chain of shame,
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Ain’t no shame in my game,
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Beats are the bricks and the rhythm is the pain,
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Its plain, sort a like pimple I’m bussing,
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Cold crushing, like the Babylon rushing,
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In through ya door, push ya face against the wall,
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And it’s worries if they catch you wid a pipe,
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And ya kind a like, living on candy mountain,
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Because ‘wam,’bam’,
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You’ll see return of the gutterman, (echo)
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(10 bar rap)
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• Chorus-(2 bars)
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• Put em up. Put em up, yea!
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• And wave ya mother****ing(rewind) hands in the air for the gutterman,
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• Put em up. Put em up, yea!
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• And wave ya mother****ing(rewind) hands in the air,
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I slam dunk a chunk a funk into ya cranium,
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Those who buy records, nuff respect, keep buying em,
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Nitrate, chloroform, methadome, valume,
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My shits so dope, it hits you like opium,
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And I got the flamma, lamma, to rammer jamma,
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My label is ‘ram’ and its return of the guttermana (echo)
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Wiggedy, wiggedy, checka, tek a look, gather round,
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What you see is, what you get, and it’s straight from the underground,
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Tings are getting scarier, better be a warrior,
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When you ‘quantum leap’ (echo) into the microphone area,
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I’m daring ya,better hold ya own in my zone,
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If you sleep, then you meet, pure defeat in my dome home,
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Like stone, formulah is the bass,
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And I’m ripping off da skinner, from a skull inside da place,
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Teka a taste, teka lick and feel the force of the band,
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Cause when you land mother****er (rewind) it’s return of the gutterman (echo),
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(16 bar rap)
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(8 bars) - Chorus
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Put em up. Put em up, yea!
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• And wave ya mother****in(rewind)hands in the air, for the gutterman,
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• Put em up. Put em up, yea!
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• And wave ya mother****ing(rewind)hands in the air, for the gutterman,
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• Put em up. Put em up, yea!
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• And wave ya mother****ing(rewind)hands in the air, for the gutterman,
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• Put em up. Put em up, yea!
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• And wave ya mother****ing (rewind) hands in the air, for the gutterman.
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(echo).
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(4 bar chorus
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Gutter, gutter, gutter, gutter.-(fade) |