Swimteam Rastas 歌词
| 歌曲 | Swimteam Rastas |
| 歌手 | Step Brothers |
| 专辑 | Lord Steppington [Deluxe Version] |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| [Evidence] | |
| Yo, could it be I stayed away too long..? | |
| Lighting up to Cypress Hill I was the side of the bong | |
| Catching arthritis my pen was the heaviest | |
| Bars trapped in a cell, run on sentences | |
| Cleanse my readiness, my pencil is deep | |
| I might erase every beat until it sends me to sleep | |
| Send for the heat without relational guns | |
| Send for ********** drinking Jamaican rum | |
| I only run between the moon and New York city with a crew that get busy like Bizzie be winning | |
| And in the night still pitching like I’m in the first inning | |
| Curve spinning these curtains are swervining | |
| Disturbing images I cover the scent another visual | |
| I mask and still never repent | |
| Event the tide from the pull of the moon | |
| From where I currently reside where its currently June | |
| And kind of worry how my currency views | |
| Kind of murder don’t mind if I do | |
| [Alchemist] | |
| My grandma and your grandma sitting by the fire | |
| My grandma told your grandma, "I'm gonna set your will on fire" | |
| Talking 'bout hey now | |
| Cake is duffel the biscuits buttered | |
| Placed in covered the steak is smothered | |
| Monetary notes growing ropes homes on boats | |
| That’s why every step I take is brothered | |
| Step I fly off the handle to create my supper | |
| As an OG told me a closed mouth doesn’t get fed | |
| Push the level over the red | |
| Pushes under my blankets they know to spread | |
| Like butter and jelly over the bread | |
| I’m on my alchensteam Toot-Toot! | |
| Runaway train blowing his steam from out them things | |
| That resemble a stove top kettle. Hot metal on schedule | |
| I bust but your but macla rasto seco | |
| Like the chamber make my vocals that go that go that go… | |
| [Evidence] | |
| From the moment that the ladies screamed me at the cheering | |
| From the tone of the rain seemed so appealing | |
| Did not invent the money printed but I’m getting it | |
| Did not invent the wheel but mother**********as spinning it | |
| I’m not the paranoid searching for my calling yo | |
| Straight out the barrio one baritone of audio | |
| I carry on listen I carry on tradition | |
| I took a toothbrush to old kids and pairs of blissen | |
| So ********** this place and a staircase to sit in | |
| In a city where you need a flashy car just to fit in | |
| I never tried to make it I was only trying living | |
| Claimed in on math but *********as never give it… | |
| Up sick of giving I got nothing to show | |
| But ain't sick of being sick with it it’s the sickest you know | |
| [Alchemist] | |
| I don’t communicate with conversation | |
| I stay up late nights in the ba**********t | |
| Charge extra for installation | |
| Chop up loop like little bits of bacon | |
| While I operate on a patient | |
| Laboratory coats is what I’m draped in | |
| More than the money notes my music is my motivation | |
| Uh burn nicotine blow out Listerine | |
| Lincoln to Michigan live from the coffee bean | |
| And TV’s depiction is off bring in the green leaf | |
| Too many Indians that want to be chief | |
| I’m confident with my spot nobody can oust me | |
| As a youth my parents figured out they couldn't house me | |
| Some even made me try to play the sideline and couch me | |
| Now they stand at attention every time they announce me | |
| Success is my revenge | |
| You throwing pebbles in the wind | |
| I send messengers with a pen | |
| More medicine with the blend | |
| [Evidence] | |
| Caps are what I never type | |
| Bought when I’m stepping out | |
| Stack till I get it right | |
| Red state blue state politics bang | |
| The day is new same ***********t different game | |
| Been running ink to tunnel vision | |
| Maybe it’s the night | |
| So I’m waiting till the sun is risen | |
| Some forgive some forget the summer debt | |
| The summer time some will regret | |
| Some of the bets win more then its less | |
| I keep pressing till the vinyl breaks | |
| Vital mistakes are at a viral rate | |
| The eyes had it till they expand or dilate | |
| I’m on the fire escape off the highest of flames | |
| Debating science hearing sirens and things | |
| I start my movement view to the stars | |
| And start grooving pointing tools at mars | |
| Licking shots from my union | |
| I catch the plot when I clue in | |
| I caught a permanent and never been removed since… | |
| **********, **********… | |
| [Interlude to Mums in the Garage] | |
| Oh My Council! | |
| Welcome to the lord’s chamber they mean to discuss legislation or issues that concern them this House of Lords chamber is one of the most impressively the House of Lords also has a public gallery |
| Evidence | |
| Yo, could it be I stayed away too long..? | |
| Lighting up to Cypress Hill I was the side of the bong | |
| Catching arthritis my pen was the heaviest | |
| Bars trapped in a cell, run on sentences | |
| Cleanse my readiness, my pencil is deep | |
| I might erase every beat until it sends me to sleep | |
| Send for the heat without relational guns | |
| Send for drinking Jamaican rum | |
| I only run between the moon and New York city with a crew that get busy like Bizzie be winning | |
| And in the night still pitching like I' m in the first inning | |
| Curve spinning these curtains are swervining | |
| Disturbing images I cover the scent another visual | |
| I mask and still never repent | |
| Event the tide from the pull of the moon | |
| From where I currently reside where its currently June | |
| And kind of worry how my currency views | |
| Kind of murder don' t mind if I do | |
| Alchemist | |
| My grandma and your grandma sitting by the fire | |
| My grandma told your grandma, " I' m gonna set your will on fire" | |
| Talking ' bout hey now | |
| Cake is duffel the biscuits buttered | |
| Placed in covered the steak is smothered | |
| Monetary notes growing ropes homes on boats | |
| That' s why every step I take is brothered | |
| Step I fly off the handle to create my supper | |
| As an OG told me a closed mouth doesn' t get fed | |
| Push the level over the red | |
| Pushes under my blankets they know to spread | |
| Like butter and jelly over the bread | |
| I' m on my alchensteam TootToot! | |
| Runaway train blowing his steam from out them things | |
| That resemble a stove top kettle. Hot metal on schedule | |
| I bust but your but macla rasto seco | |
| Like the chamber make my vocals that go that go that go | |
| Evidence | |
| From the moment that the ladies screamed me at the cheering | |
| From the tone of the rain seemed so appealing | |
| Did not invent the money printed but I' m getting it | |
| Did not invent the wheel but mother as spinning it | |
| I' m not the paranoid searching for my calling yo | |
| Straight out the barrio one baritone of audio | |
| I carry on listen I carry on tradition | |
| I took a toothbrush to old kids and pairs of blissen | |
| So this place and a staircase to sit in | |
| In a city where you need a flashy car just to fit in | |
| I never tried to make it I was only trying living | |
| Claimed in on math but as never give it | |
| Up sick of giving I got nothing to show | |
| But ain' t sick of being sick with it it' s the sickest you know | |
| Alchemist | |
| I don' t communicate with conversation | |
| I stay up late nights in the ba t | |
| Charge extra for installation | |
| Chop up loop like little bits of bacon | |
| While I operate on a patient | |
| Laboratory coats is what I' m draped in | |
| More than the money notes my music is my motivation | |
| Uh burn nicotine blow out Listerine | |
| Lincoln to Michigan live from the coffee bean | |
| And TV' s depiction is off bring in the green leaf | |
| Too many Indians that want to be chief | |
| I' m confident with my spot nobody can oust me | |
| As a youth my parents figured out they couldn' t house me | |
| Some even made me try to play the sideline and couch me | |
| Now they stand at attention every time they announce me | |
| Success is my revenge | |
| You throwing pebbles in the wind | |
| I send messengers with a pen | |
| More medicine with the blend | |
| Evidence | |
| Caps are what I never type | |
| Bought when I' m stepping out | |
| Stack till I get it right | |
| Red state blue state politics bang | |
| The day is new same t different game | |
| Been running ink to tunnel vision | |
| Maybe it' s the night | |
| So I' m waiting till the sun is risen | |
| Some forgive some forget the summer debt | |
| The summer time some will regret | |
| Some of the bets win more then its less | |
| I keep pressing till the vinyl breaks | |
| Vital mistakes are at a viral rate | |
| The eyes had it till they expand or dilate | |
| I' m on the fire escape off the highest of flames | |
| Debating science hearing sirens and things | |
| I start my movement view to the stars | |
| And start grooving pointing tools at mars | |
| Licking shots from my union | |
| I catch the plot when I clue in | |
| I caught a permanent and never been removed since | |
| , | |
| Interlude to Mums in the Garage | |
| Oh My Council! | |
| Welcome to the lord' s chamber they mean to discuss legislation or issues that concern them this House of Lords chamber is one of the most impressively the House of Lords also has a public gallery |
| Evidence | |
| Yo, could it be I stayed away too long..? | |
| Lighting up to Cypress Hill I was the side of the bong | |
| Catching arthritis my pen was the heaviest | |
| Bars trapped in a cell, run on sentences | |
| Cleanse my readiness, my pencil is deep | |
| I might erase every beat until it sends me to sleep | |
| Send for the heat without relational guns | |
| Send for drinking Jamaican rum | |
| I only run between the moon and New York city with a crew that get busy like Bizzie be winning | |
| And in the night still pitching like I' m in the first inning | |
| Curve spinning these curtains are swervining | |
| Disturbing images I cover the scent another visual | |
| I mask and still never repent | |
| Event the tide from the pull of the moon | |
| From where I currently reside where its currently June | |
| And kind of worry how my currency views | |
| Kind of murder don' t mind if I do | |
| Alchemist | |
| My grandma and your grandma sitting by the fire | |
| My grandma told your grandma, " I' m gonna set your will on fire" | |
| Talking ' bout hey now | |
| Cake is duffel the biscuits buttered | |
| Placed in covered the steak is smothered | |
| Monetary notes growing ropes homes on boats | |
| That' s why every step I take is brothered | |
| Step I fly off the handle to create my supper | |
| As an OG told me a closed mouth doesn' t get fed | |
| Push the level over the red | |
| Pushes under my blankets they know to spread | |
| Like butter and jelly over the bread | |
| I' m on my alchensteam TootToot! | |
| Runaway train blowing his steam from out them things | |
| That resemble a stove top kettle. Hot metal on schedule | |
| I bust but your but macla rasto seco | |
| Like the chamber make my vocals that go that go that go | |
| Evidence | |
| From the moment that the ladies screamed me at the cheering | |
| From the tone of the rain seemed so appealing | |
| Did not invent the money printed but I' m getting it | |
| Did not invent the wheel but mother as spinning it | |
| I' m not the paranoid searching for my calling yo | |
| Straight out the barrio one baritone of audio | |
| I carry on listen I carry on tradition | |
| I took a toothbrush to old kids and pairs of blissen | |
| So this place and a staircase to sit in | |
| In a city where you need a flashy car just to fit in | |
| I never tried to make it I was only trying living | |
| Claimed in on math but as never give it | |
| Up sick of giving I got nothing to show | |
| But ain' t sick of being sick with it it' s the sickest you know | |
| Alchemist | |
| I don' t communicate with conversation | |
| I stay up late nights in the ba t | |
| Charge extra for installation | |
| Chop up loop like little bits of bacon | |
| While I operate on a patient | |
| Laboratory coats is what I' m draped in | |
| More than the money notes my music is my motivation | |
| Uh burn nicotine blow out Listerine | |
| Lincoln to Michigan live from the coffee bean | |
| And TV' s depiction is off bring in the green leaf | |
| Too many Indians that want to be chief | |
| I' m confident with my spot nobody can oust me | |
| As a youth my parents figured out they couldn' t house me | |
| Some even made me try to play the sideline and couch me | |
| Now they stand at attention every time they announce me | |
| Success is my revenge | |
| You throwing pebbles in the wind | |
| I send messengers with a pen | |
| More medicine with the blend | |
| Evidence | |
| Caps are what I never type | |
| Bought when I' m stepping out | |
| Stack till I get it right | |
| Red state blue state politics bang | |
| The day is new same t different game | |
| Been running ink to tunnel vision | |
| Maybe it' s the night | |
| So I' m waiting till the sun is risen | |
| Some forgive some forget the summer debt | |
| The summer time some will regret | |
| Some of the bets win more then its less | |
| I keep pressing till the vinyl breaks | |
| Vital mistakes are at a viral rate | |
| The eyes had it till they expand or dilate | |
| I' m on the fire escape off the highest of flames | |
| Debating science hearing sirens and things | |
| I start my movement view to the stars | |
| And start grooving pointing tools at mars | |
| Licking shots from my union | |
| I catch the plot when I clue in | |
| I caught a permanent and never been removed since | |
| , | |
| Interlude to Mums in the Garage | |
| Oh My Council! | |
| Welcome to the lord' s chamber they mean to discuss legislation or issues that concern them this House of Lords chamber is one of the most impressively the House of Lords also has a public gallery |
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