歌曲 | Next Time |
歌手 | Gang Starr |
专辑 | Moment Of Truth |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Intro:guru | |
Word is bond, these cats been on the mic fantasizing a lot | |
So called mc's, wannabe rappers and all that, whatever | |
You get your knot rocked kid, yo | |
Chorus: guru | |
You thought you brought your best lines, but they couldn't touch mine | |
I rocked you in your knot hope you have better luck next time | |
(repeat 2x) | |
Verse one: guru | |
So just perhaps, you wanna challenge my style of rap | |
Talkin bout you bust caps, we know that's just a pile of crap | |
The underground is where i dwell at | |
It's where i find my heaven, and where you find your hell at | |
You're in my clutches now, you get slit up and lit up | |
Just like some dutches now, see i'm hard to define | |
My mind travels far, from ghettoes to galaxies | |
Representin gangstarr -- the street life | |
The reason why my mic ignites, i bring more ruckus | |
Than a nightclub fight, or bar brawl | |
I'm swingin lyrics like broken glass palm to skull y'all | |
Hold your head, cause all that weak shit is dead | |
See the times are changin, and me and my peeps is gettin crazy fed | |
So remember when you writing your rhymes | |
Stop fantasizing, and bring some real shit next time | |
Yeah, bring some real shit, yo | |
Chorus | |
Verse two: guru | |
Yo, i do what i have to do to master you and capture you | |
Until you recognize, what my rapture can do | |
You thought i wouldn't step up, to keep my rep up | |
I ain't them other kids, i don't need to play no catchup | |
I got too much pride for this, i know some niggaz | |
That'll ride for this, with me it's do or die for this | |
Street knowledge, intellect and spirituality | |
My survival package, as i deal with reality | |
I'm like fishburne in hoodlum when i come to do em | |
Chew em up, spit em out, the most respected no doubt | |
You seen me in action so act you been knowin | |
The g-u-r-u, of the gang, i've been flowing | |
Just like the river niger all the way to the hudson | |
Had so many lyrics stashed, and i couldn't wait to bust some | |
Lately, i've watched this game evolve and elevate | |
So now i push my music like drug dealers push weight | |
Straight like that, straight out the gate | |
Cause it's never too late, to set this ****in record straight | |
But it is too late, for you and your crew son | |
You had the audacity to come against me, the gifted one? | |
And primo with the tracks, to inspire my next line | |
You've got no wins here, so better luck next time | |
Chorus (cut short in 2nd repeat at "i rocked you in your knot...") | |
Yeah yeah | |
Better luck next time | |
("not this time but next time" -- ll cool j) |
Intro: guru | |
Word is bond, these cats been on the mic fantasizing a lot | |
So called mc' s, wannabe rappers and all that, whatever | |
You get your knot rocked kid, yo | |
Chorus: guru | |
You thought you brought your best lines, but they couldn' t touch mine | |
I rocked you in your knot hope you have better luck next time | |
repeat 2x | |
Verse one: guru | |
So just perhaps, you wanna challenge my style of rap | |
Talkin bout you bust caps, we know that' s just a pile of crap | |
The underground is where i dwell at | |
It' s where i find my heaven, and where you find your hell at | |
You' re in my clutches now, you get slit up and lit up | |
Just like some dutches now, see i' m hard to define | |
My mind travels far, from ghettoes to galaxies | |
Representin gangstarr the street life | |
The reason why my mic ignites, i bring more ruckus | |
Than a nightclub fight, or bar brawl | |
I' m swingin lyrics like broken glass palm to skull y' all | |
Hold your head, cause all that weak shit is dead | |
See the times are changin, and me and my peeps is gettin crazy fed | |
So remember when you writing your rhymes | |
Stop fantasizing, and bring some real shit next time | |
Yeah, bring some real shit, yo | |
Chorus | |
Verse two: guru | |
Yo, i do what i have to do to master you and capture you | |
Until you recognize, what my rapture can do | |
You thought i wouldn' t step up, to keep my rep up | |
I ain' t them other kids, i don' t need to play no catchup | |
I got too much pride for this, i know some niggaz | |
That' ll ride for this, with me it' s do or die for this | |
Street knowledge, intellect and spirituality | |
My survival package, as i deal with reality | |
I' m like fishburne in hoodlum when i come to do em | |
Chew em up, spit em out, the most respected no doubt | |
You seen me in action so act you been knowin | |
The guru, of the gang, i' ve been flowing | |
Just like the river niger all the way to the hudson | |
Had so many lyrics stashed, and i couldn' t wait to bust some | |
Lately, i' ve watched this game evolve and elevate | |
So now i push my music like drug dealers push weight | |
Straight like that, straight out the gate | |
Cause it' s never too late, to set this in record straight | |
But it is too late, for you and your crew son | |
You had the audacity to come against me, the gifted one? | |
And primo with the tracks, to inspire my next line | |
You' ve got no wins here, so better luck next time | |
Chorus cut short in 2nd repeat at " i rocked you in your knot..." | |
Yeah yeah | |
Better luck next time | |
" not this time but next time" ll cool j |
Intro: guru | |
Word is bond, these cats been on the mic fantasizing a lot | |
So called mc' s, wannabe rappers and all that, whatever | |
You get your knot rocked kid, yo | |
Chorus: guru | |
You thought you brought your best lines, but they couldn' t touch mine | |
I rocked you in your knot hope you have better luck next time | |
repeat 2x | |
Verse one: guru | |
So just perhaps, you wanna challenge my style of rap | |
Talkin bout you bust caps, we know that' s just a pile of crap | |
The underground is where i dwell at | |
It' s where i find my heaven, and where you find your hell at | |
You' re in my clutches now, you get slit up and lit up | |
Just like some dutches now, see i' m hard to define | |
My mind travels far, from ghettoes to galaxies | |
Representin gangstarr the street life | |
The reason why my mic ignites, i bring more ruckus | |
Than a nightclub fight, or bar brawl | |
I' m swingin lyrics like broken glass palm to skull y' all | |
Hold your head, cause all that weak shit is dead | |
See the times are changin, and me and my peeps is gettin crazy fed | |
So remember when you writing your rhymes | |
Stop fantasizing, and bring some real shit next time | |
Yeah, bring some real shit, yo | |
Chorus | |
Verse two: guru | |
Yo, i do what i have to do to master you and capture you | |
Until you recognize, what my rapture can do | |
You thought i wouldn' t step up, to keep my rep up | |
I ain' t them other kids, i don' t need to play no catchup | |
I got too much pride for this, i know some niggaz | |
That' ll ride for this, with me it' s do or die for this | |
Street knowledge, intellect and spirituality | |
My survival package, as i deal with reality | |
I' m like fishburne in hoodlum when i come to do em | |
Chew em up, spit em out, the most respected no doubt | |
You seen me in action so act you been knowin | |
The guru, of the gang, i' ve been flowing | |
Just like the river niger all the way to the hudson | |
Had so many lyrics stashed, and i couldn' t wait to bust some | |
Lately, i' ve watched this game evolve and elevate | |
So now i push my music like drug dealers push weight | |
Straight like that, straight out the gate | |
Cause it' s never too late, to set this in record straight | |
But it is too late, for you and your crew son | |
You had the audacity to come against me, the gifted one? | |
And primo with the tracks, to inspire my next line | |
You' ve got no wins here, so better luck next time | |
Chorus cut short in 2nd repeat at " i rocked you in your knot..." | |
Yeah yeah | |
Better luck next time | |
" not this time but next time" ll cool j |