歌曲 | House |
歌手 | Common Market |
专辑 | Tobacco Road |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
To every being ever called up to spend | |
Just a blink ‘fore it ends – we gon’ bring y’all in | |
A couple cling to the wall they defend | |
Either sink or swim – we gon’ bring y’all in | |
Baby string can’t haul them gems | |
You trynna ring all ten? Time to bring y’all in | |
I turn a king to a thrall of the pen | |
And what the team scrawl then is about to bring y’all in | |
Scent of my magnetism is animalistic | |
Luck of the nothin’ – tug of the draw’s pan-pacific, kid | |
Knuckle and brawl and handle your business | |
Sparring with a phantom is tantamount to dancin’ – rhythm deficient | |
Officially minted, leave a critic to speculate | |
If you’re the next great, where’s the hint of pimp in your gait | |
Strode steady for years, still standin’ after my appearance here | |
Stabilize my saber, the spearmint spear | |
Full flavor to spare, sip it with a modicum of self-restraint | |
Self-proclaimed prophets have felt faint | |
Shell of a saint yellin’ devilish thangs in their harangue | |
This fella claims the spirit is spent? Tell him it aint | |
From ashes arise a Lazarus to gather them back | |
Babbling pragmatists and satirists are lathered in flack | |
Tapping the pattern out: dit-dot-dash in mathematics | |
The path of a maverick and through rap, you track the half of it | |
Designated with asterisks, the last hall of famer | |
Inducted before the regulations changed in your favor | |
I aint mad atcha – a waste of anger to hate ya | |
Save my words to determine the fate of the nomenclature | |
Who’s sayin’ preservation’s makin’ it stagnate advancement? | |
State your place and I’mma wait for your answer | |
They prolly just hope to aggravate the populous | |
I tabulate the coiffeurs when the pull make ‘em gravitate | |
Everything gets resolved I attend [to] | |
Either fiend or friend – we gon’ bring y’all in | |
The kid dream in the drawl of his kin | |
What I seen appall men – time to bring y’all in | |
Intervene, my involvement depends | |
On the steam awe lends – enough to bring y’all in | |
I felt the sting when swallowin’ the gin | |
Holla “clean I been” after we bring y’all in | |
Assault the sire, y’all admire my moxie | |
Some aligned with the code of the streets by proxy | |
Knockin’ me for constancy I be within my element | |
Though all you ever held and dealt was leant from a twelve-inch | |
The blend’s off – pitch it right, livin’ like a bitch of my mentors? | |
When vinyl’s all you’re spinnin’ on Crenshaw | |
Sense flawed and faulty, your censure tawdry | |
I alike derived my philosophy from who taught me, let ‘em talk now | |
Impossible shot from a broken arrow | |
Sun lay over death, you left prints on the tarot | |
I’ll show you how to tow the harrow over the tract | |
It’s slow-going with all the work my barrow packs | |
Skirt past, cursin’ at us claiming the lanes are for these | |
I pay no mind to idle talk, y’all a mockery of speed | |
I pace the beat patiently, as long as it takes | |
Acquiesce to the greatest escape (here we go) | |
To every being ever called up to spend | |
Just a blink ‘fore it ends – we gon’ bring y’all in | |
A couple cling to the wall they defend | |
Either sink or swim – we gon’ bring y’all in | |
Baby string can’t haul them gems | |
You trynna ring all ten? Time to bring y’all in | |
I turn a king to a thrall of the pen | |
And what the team scrawl then is about to bring y’all in | |
Everything gets resolved I attend [to] | |
Either fiend or friend – we gon’ bring y’all in | |
The kid dream in the drawl of his kin | |
What I seen appall men – time to bring y’all in | |
Intervene, my involvement depends | |
On the steam awe lends – enough to bring y’all in | |
I felt the sting when swallowin’ the gin | |
Holla “clean I been” after we bring y’all in |
To every being ever called up to spend | |
Just a blink ' fore it ends we gon' bring y' all in | |
A couple cling to the wall they defend | |
Either sink or swim we gon' bring y' all in | |
Baby string can' t haul them gems | |
You trynna ring all ten? Time to bring y' all in | |
I turn a king to a thrall of the pen | |
And what the team scrawl then is about to bring y' all in | |
Scent of my magnetism is animalistic | |
Luck of the nothin' tug of the draw' s panpacific, kid | |
Knuckle and brawl and handle your business | |
Sparring with a phantom is tantamount to dancin' rhythm deficient | |
Officially minted, leave a critic to speculate | |
If you' re the next great, where' s the hint of pimp in your gait | |
Strode steady for years, still standin' after my appearance here | |
Stabilize my saber, the spearmint spear | |
Full flavor to spare, sip it with a modicum of selfrestraint | |
Selfproclaimed prophets have felt faint | |
Shell of a saint yellin' devilish thangs in their harangue | |
This fella claims the spirit is spent? Tell him it aint | |
From ashes arise a Lazarus to gather them back | |
Babbling pragmatists and satirists are lathered in flack | |
Tapping the pattern out: ditdotdash in mathematics | |
The path of a maverick and through rap, you track the half of it | |
Designated with asterisks, the last hall of famer | |
Inducted before the regulations changed in your favor | |
I aint mad atcha a waste of anger to hate ya | |
Save my words to determine the fate of the nomenclature | |
Who' s sayin' preservation' s makin' it stagnate advancement? | |
State your place and I' mma wait for your answer | |
They prolly just hope to aggravate the populous | |
I tabulate the coiffeurs when the pull make ' em gravitate | |
Everything gets resolved I attend to | |
Either fiend or friend we gon' bring y' all in | |
The kid dream in the drawl of his kin | |
What I seen appall men time to bring y' all in | |
Intervene, my involvement depends | |
On the steam awe lends enough to bring y' all in | |
I felt the sting when swallowin' the gin | |
Holla " clean I been" after we bring y' all in | |
Assault the sire, y' all admire my moxie | |
Some aligned with the code of the streets by proxy | |
Knockin' me for constancy I be within my element | |
Though all you ever held and dealt was leant from a twelveinch | |
The blend' s off pitch it right, livin' like a bitch of my mentors? | |
When vinyl' s all you' re spinnin' on Crenshaw | |
Sense flawed and faulty, your censure tawdry | |
I alike derived my philosophy from who taught me, let ' em talk now | |
Impossible shot from a broken arrow | |
Sun lay over death, you left prints on the tarot | |
I' ll show you how to tow the harrow over the tract | |
It' s slowgoing with all the work my barrow packs | |
Skirt past, cursin' at us claiming the lanes are for these | |
I pay no mind to idle talk, y' all a mockery of speed | |
I pace the beat patiently, as long as it takes | |
Acquiesce to the greatest escape here we go | |
To every being ever called up to spend | |
Just a blink ' fore it ends we gon' bring y' all in | |
A couple cling to the wall they defend | |
Either sink or swim we gon' bring y' all in | |
Baby string can' t haul them gems | |
You trynna ring all ten? Time to bring y' all in | |
I turn a king to a thrall of the pen | |
And what the team scrawl then is about to bring y' all in | |
Everything gets resolved I attend to | |
Either fiend or friend we gon' bring y' all in | |
The kid dream in the drawl of his kin | |
What I seen appall men time to bring y' all in | |
Intervene, my involvement depends | |
On the steam awe lends enough to bring y' all in | |
I felt the sting when swallowin' the gin | |
Holla " clean I been" after we bring y' all in |
To every being ever called up to spend | |
Just a blink ' fore it ends we gon' bring y' all in | |
A couple cling to the wall they defend | |
Either sink or swim we gon' bring y' all in | |
Baby string can' t haul them gems | |
You trynna ring all ten? Time to bring y' all in | |
I turn a king to a thrall of the pen | |
And what the team scrawl then is about to bring y' all in | |
Scent of my magnetism is animalistic | |
Luck of the nothin' tug of the draw' s panpacific, kid | |
Knuckle and brawl and handle your business | |
Sparring with a phantom is tantamount to dancin' rhythm deficient | |
Officially minted, leave a critic to speculate | |
If you' re the next great, where' s the hint of pimp in your gait | |
Strode steady for years, still standin' after my appearance here | |
Stabilize my saber, the spearmint spear | |
Full flavor to spare, sip it with a modicum of selfrestraint | |
Selfproclaimed prophets have felt faint | |
Shell of a saint yellin' devilish thangs in their harangue | |
This fella claims the spirit is spent? Tell him it aint | |
From ashes arise a Lazarus to gather them back | |
Babbling pragmatists and satirists are lathered in flack | |
Tapping the pattern out: ditdotdash in mathematics | |
The path of a maverick and through rap, you track the half of it | |
Designated with asterisks, the last hall of famer | |
Inducted before the regulations changed in your favor | |
I aint mad atcha a waste of anger to hate ya | |
Save my words to determine the fate of the nomenclature | |
Who' s sayin' preservation' s makin' it stagnate advancement? | |
State your place and I' mma wait for your answer | |
They prolly just hope to aggravate the populous | |
I tabulate the coiffeurs when the pull make ' em gravitate | |
Everything gets resolved I attend to | |
Either fiend or friend we gon' bring y' all in | |
The kid dream in the drawl of his kin | |
What I seen appall men time to bring y' all in | |
Intervene, my involvement depends | |
On the steam awe lends enough to bring y' all in | |
I felt the sting when swallowin' the gin | |
Holla " clean I been" after we bring y' all in | |
Assault the sire, y' all admire my moxie | |
Some aligned with the code of the streets by proxy | |
Knockin' me for constancy I be within my element | |
Though all you ever held and dealt was leant from a twelveinch | |
The blend' s off pitch it right, livin' like a bitch of my mentors? | |
When vinyl' s all you' re spinnin' on Crenshaw | |
Sense flawed and faulty, your censure tawdry | |
I alike derived my philosophy from who taught me, let ' em talk now | |
Impossible shot from a broken arrow | |
Sun lay over death, you left prints on the tarot | |
I' ll show you how to tow the harrow over the tract | |
It' s slowgoing with all the work my barrow packs | |
Skirt past, cursin' at us claiming the lanes are for these | |
I pay no mind to idle talk, y' all a mockery of speed | |
I pace the beat patiently, as long as it takes | |
Acquiesce to the greatest escape here we go | |
To every being ever called up to spend | |
Just a blink ' fore it ends we gon' bring y' all in | |
A couple cling to the wall they defend | |
Either sink or swim we gon' bring y' all in | |
Baby string can' t haul them gems | |
You trynna ring all ten? Time to bring y' all in | |
I turn a king to a thrall of the pen | |
And what the team scrawl then is about to bring y' all in | |
Everything gets resolved I attend to | |
Either fiend or friend we gon' bring y' all in | |
The kid dream in the drawl of his kin | |
What I seen appall men time to bring y' all in | |
Intervene, my involvement depends | |
On the steam awe lends enough to bring y' all in | |
I felt the sting when swallowin' the gin | |
Holla " clean I been" after we bring y' all in |