Dynomite (Going Postal) (Main) - Main 歌词
| 歌曲 | Dynomite (Going Postal) (Main) - Main |
| 歌手 | Rhymefest |
| 专辑 | Blue Collar |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Harris, Henry, Robinson, Smith ... | |
| Just Blaaaaze![Rhymefest] | |
| Wait hold the phone, muh'fucker pass the mic | |
| Spread the word like | |
| Pastor Ike, this ain't mass but like | |
| We ain't congregatin, mashin tonight | |
| The boys in blue, | |
| I'll show you what the brass is like | |
| The perfect storm, like when disaster strike | |
| Or Knievel when he crashed his bike | |
| I'm the ashy type, like the knuckles on an inmate locked up' | |
| Cept I stay on the grind, my "Blue Collar" popped up | |
| Blue collar rap, why | |
| I call it that? | |
| Shit I know my real niggaz that | |
| U-Haul done hauled back | |
| You ain't a stand up man? | |
| Well you fall and crawl back | |
| You a long distance thug, the fuck you call that? | |
| See - this is how a track should pound | |
| And if King was alive this is how he would sound"You a soft-ass nigga, you a mark, you a gumpFuckin lame, you a coward, you a punk, you a chuuump"[Chorus] | |
| I'm the light, | |
| I'm the fuse, | |
| Rhyme-F-E- | |
| S-TI'm {"Dy-no-mite!"} | |
| Niggaz runnin for cover from the fallin debris | |
| I'm {"Dy-no-mite!"} | |
| Explosive, nigga blowin up the streets | |
| I'm {"Dy-no-mite!"} | |
| I'm the keg, | |
| I'm the powder, | |
| I'm the fuse, | |
| I'm the lighter | |
| If it look like a fire | |
| I'm {"Dy-no-mite!"}[Rhymefest] | |
| You would never stand the challenge | |
| What the preacher preachin what the teacher taught | |
| I dropped out of school, stayed on the street and fought | |
| Like Disciples! | |
| Jeffrey manner to be exact | |
| Where how you wear yo' hat made you prone to attack | |
| Made you, made you, made you go and get a strap | |
| And keep you bustin 'til your enemies was gone from the map | |
| Like a killer or a man or a giant when | |
| I standOpen my palm bitch, | |
| I got the world in my hand | |
| Got a gun and a plan, | |
| I got the bible and the | |
| Qu'ranI got a bomb like | |
| I live in | |
| IranI got niggaz to ride with me, hold me down in the street | |
| And deep down | |
| I wonder if they the beast, | |
| I meanI mean the police, the feds that police them street | |
| Get in the studio, then try to influence my speech | |
| Like a rat stool pidgeon or a mark or a gump | |
| Fuckin lame, you a coward, you a punk, you a chump[Chorus][Rhymefest] | |
| You would sell your own momma for a piece of a crumb | |
| A piece of the crunk, that ain't even where you from | |
| Youse a follower (what~!) that's right, a fuckin follower | |
| Probably wearin a wire, so | |
| I don't even talk to ya | |
| You think these niggaz is thugs, they officers | |
| Call the oficers, tell 'em get 'em officers, 'fore | |
| I show you' | |
| Bout a killer or a man or a giant when | |
| I standOpen my palm bitch, | |
| I got the world in my hand | |
| Got a gun and a plan, | |
| I got the | |
| Torah and the | |
| Qu'ranI got your toddler in the back of a van | |
| I got a hostage and a list of demands, | |
| I gotta gotta'bout a thousand dollars say you couldn't sit where | |
| I standAll these niggaz that spit threats, hoes that get wet | |
| My style's runnin to the toilet, you ain't seen shit yet | |
| Yet, yet and still | |
| I keep it hot like, | |
| Mexican meals | |
| I got a Cadillac stretch | |
| DevilleI can show you how to flip for real | |
| Gangsters don't hold the rock, but they know how to flip it and chill | |
| Dime bag-ass niggaz ain't large | |
| When the Patriot | |
| Act come hit they ass with the terrorist charge | |
| And we, is what they made it fo' | |
| You think it's all about | |
| Arabs? It's a war on the po', we gotta go | |
| Like a killer or a man or a giant when he stand | |
| Open your palm bitch, we got the world in our hand[Chorus][explosion] |
| zuo qu : Harris, Henry, Robinson, Smith ... | |
| Just Blaaaaze! Rhymefest | |
| Wait hold the phone, muh' fucker pass the mic | |
| Spread the word like | |
| Pastor Ike, this ain' t mass but like | |
| We ain' t congregatin, mashin tonight | |
| The boys in blue, | |
| I' ll show you what the brass is like | |
| The perfect storm, like when disaster strike | |
| Or Knievel when he crashed his bike | |
| I' m the ashy type, like the knuckles on an inmate locked up' | |
| Cept I stay on the grind, my " Blue Collar" popped up | |
| Blue collar rap, why | |
| I call it that? | |
| Shit I know my real niggaz that | |
| UHaul done hauled back | |
| You ain' t a stand up man? | |
| Well you fall and crawl back | |
| You a long distance thug, the fuck you call that? | |
| See this is how a track should pound | |
| And if King was alive this is how he would sound" You a softass nigga, you a mark, you a gumpFuckin lame, you a coward, you a punk, you a chuuump" Chorus | |
| I' m the light, | |
| I' m the fuse, | |
| RhymeFE | |
| STI' m " Dynomite!" | |
| Niggaz runnin for cover from the fallin debris | |
| I' m " Dynomite!" | |
| Explosive, nigga blowin up the streets | |
| I' m " Dynomite!" | |
| I' m the keg, | |
| I' m the powder, | |
| I' m the fuse, | |
| I' m the lighter | |
| If it look like a fire | |
| I' m " Dynomite!" Rhymefest | |
| You would never stand the challenge | |
| What the preacher preachin what the teacher taught | |
| I dropped out of school, stayed on the street and fought | |
| Like Disciples! | |
| Jeffrey manner to be exact | |
| Where how you wear yo' hat made you prone to attack | |
| Made you, made you, made you go and get a strap | |
| And keep you bustin ' til your enemies was gone from the map | |
| Like a killer or a man or a giant when | |
| I standOpen my palm bitch, | |
| I got the world in my hand | |
| Got a gun and a plan, | |
| I got the bible and the | |
| Qu' ranI got a bomb like | |
| I live in | |
| IranI got niggaz to ride with me, hold me down in the street | |
| And deep down | |
| I wonder if they the beast, | |
| I meanI mean the police, the feds that police them street | |
| Get in the studio, then try to influence my speech | |
| Like a rat stool pidgeon or a mark or a gump | |
| Fuckin lame, you a coward, you a punk, you a chump Chorus Rhymefest | |
| You would sell your own momma for a piece of a crumb | |
| A piece of the crunk, that ain' t even where you from | |
| Youse a follower what! that' s right, a fuckin follower | |
| Probably wearin a wire, so | |
| I don' t even talk to ya | |
| You think these niggaz is thugs, they officers | |
| Call the oficers, tell ' em get ' em officers, ' fore | |
| I show you' | |
| Bout a killer or a man or a giant when | |
| I standOpen my palm bitch, | |
| I got the world in my hand | |
| Got a gun and a plan, | |
| I got the | |
| Torah and the | |
| Qu' ranI got your toddler in the back of a van | |
| I got a hostage and a list of demands, | |
| I gotta gotta' bout a thousand dollars say you couldn' t sit where | |
| I standAll these niggaz that spit threats, hoes that get wet | |
| My style' s runnin to the toilet, you ain' t seen shit yet | |
| Yet, yet and still | |
| I keep it hot like, | |
| Mexican meals | |
| I got a Cadillac stretch | |
| DevilleI can show you how to flip for real | |
| Gangsters don' t hold the rock, but they know how to flip it and chill | |
| Dime bagass niggaz ain' t large | |
| When the Patriot | |
| Act come hit they ass with the terrorist charge | |
| And we, is what they made it fo' | |
| You think it' s all about | |
| Arabs? It' s a war on the po', we gotta go | |
| Like a killer or a man or a giant when he stand | |
| Open your palm bitch, we got the world in our hand Chorus explosion |
| zuò qǔ : Harris, Henry, Robinson, Smith ... | |
| Just Blaaaaze! Rhymefest | |
| Wait hold the phone, muh' fucker pass the mic | |
| Spread the word like | |
| Pastor Ike, this ain' t mass but like | |
| We ain' t congregatin, mashin tonight | |
| The boys in blue, | |
| I' ll show you what the brass is like | |
| The perfect storm, like when disaster strike | |
| Or Knievel when he crashed his bike | |
| I' m the ashy type, like the knuckles on an inmate locked up' | |
| Cept I stay on the grind, my " Blue Collar" popped up | |
| Blue collar rap, why | |
| I call it that? | |
| Shit I know my real niggaz that | |
| UHaul done hauled back | |
| You ain' t a stand up man? | |
| Well you fall and crawl back | |
| You a long distance thug, the fuck you call that? | |
| See this is how a track should pound | |
| And if King was alive this is how he would sound" You a softass nigga, you a mark, you a gumpFuckin lame, you a coward, you a punk, you a chuuump" Chorus | |
| I' m the light, | |
| I' m the fuse, | |
| RhymeFE | |
| STI' m " Dynomite!" | |
| Niggaz runnin for cover from the fallin debris | |
| I' m " Dynomite!" | |
| Explosive, nigga blowin up the streets | |
| I' m " Dynomite!" | |
| I' m the keg, | |
| I' m the powder, | |
| I' m the fuse, | |
| I' m the lighter | |
| If it look like a fire | |
| I' m " Dynomite!" Rhymefest | |
| You would never stand the challenge | |
| What the preacher preachin what the teacher taught | |
| I dropped out of school, stayed on the street and fought | |
| Like Disciples! | |
| Jeffrey manner to be exact | |
| Where how you wear yo' hat made you prone to attack | |
| Made you, made you, made you go and get a strap | |
| And keep you bustin ' til your enemies was gone from the map | |
| Like a killer or a man or a giant when | |
| I standOpen my palm bitch, | |
| I got the world in my hand | |
| Got a gun and a plan, | |
| I got the bible and the | |
| Qu' ranI got a bomb like | |
| I live in | |
| IranI got niggaz to ride with me, hold me down in the street | |
| And deep down | |
| I wonder if they the beast, | |
| I meanI mean the police, the feds that police them street | |
| Get in the studio, then try to influence my speech | |
| Like a rat stool pidgeon or a mark or a gump | |
| Fuckin lame, you a coward, you a punk, you a chump Chorus Rhymefest | |
| You would sell your own momma for a piece of a crumb | |
| A piece of the crunk, that ain' t even where you from | |
| Youse a follower what! that' s right, a fuckin follower | |
| Probably wearin a wire, so | |
| I don' t even talk to ya | |
| You think these niggaz is thugs, they officers | |
| Call the oficers, tell ' em get ' em officers, ' fore | |
| I show you' | |
| Bout a killer or a man or a giant when | |
| I standOpen my palm bitch, | |
| I got the world in my hand | |
| Got a gun and a plan, | |
| I got the | |
| Torah and the | |
| Qu' ranI got your toddler in the back of a van | |
| I got a hostage and a list of demands, | |
| I gotta gotta' bout a thousand dollars say you couldn' t sit where | |
| I standAll these niggaz that spit threats, hoes that get wet | |
| My style' s runnin to the toilet, you ain' t seen shit yet | |
| Yet, yet and still | |
| I keep it hot like, | |
| Mexican meals | |
| I got a Cadillac stretch | |
| DevilleI can show you how to flip for real | |
| Gangsters don' t hold the rock, but they know how to flip it and chill | |
| Dime bagass niggaz ain' t large | |
| When the Patriot | |
| Act come hit they ass with the terrorist charge | |
| And we, is what they made it fo' | |
| You think it' s all about | |
| Arabs? It' s a war on the po', we gotta go | |
| Like a killer or a man or a giant when he stand | |
| Open your palm bitch, we got the world in our hand Chorus explosion |
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