歌曲 | Scribble on a Clean Surface |
歌手 | Aceyalone |
专辑 | Hip Hop and the World We Live In |
作词 : Aceyalone | |
I had forgotten the incredible butter softness of his long fingers. | |
How they felt on my back when he slow-dragged with me,at a fateful " | |
Blue Lights in the | |
Basement" party. | |
The dim lights making his honey-colored eyes barely visible as he, | |
FLASHED A | |
PENLIGHT I | |
N MY EYES!" | |
Look directly into the light this time."[Aceyalone] | |
I say look into the light | |
See what you look like | |
I scribble on a clean surface, the earthless and worthless {*echoes*[Chorus] | |
It's life, at the tunnel of the point of purchase {*echoes* | |
Aiyyo freedom got a microphone, | |
AND a AK {*echoes* | |
Make way, and prepare for the melee {*echoes*[Aceyalone] | |
The method of my madness could | |
NEVER be known | |
The microphone magic of | |
AceyaloneDon't, try to set home or off of the dome | |
Because wigs are known to be | |
SPLITAnd a, fan is known to be hit with shit | |
Rubber band flows that snap back in place | |
Rap in they face, get this motherfucker outta here | |
He talks way way way | |
WAY too much | |
Spit for the victory, 'til they sick of me | |
I never wallow in the bickery or trickery | |
There's no con- | |
FUSION, just the | |
FUSIONNo il- | |
LUSION, cause | |
God rule them | |
Held high, nailed in the sky | |
The artistic eye leaves you mystified | |
You're once denied, soon openly obliged[Chorus][Aceyalone] | |
They say, "rock you don't stop" but what you talkin bout | |
Well let me guess, you come fi test | |
But test not he who knows best, put nonsense to rest | |
Preachin on a soapbox, dope on the block | |
Choke on your tongue, smoke from the gun | |
Broke in the middle, | |
I hope you're havin fun | |
HIGH post, high dose, high strung | |
Wind through the lungs, spirit of the young | |
Salt on the slug, caught with the plug | |
Fought with the drugs, taught by the thugs | |
Eye of a tiger, head of a lion | |
Walkin through the interior of | |
SiberiaChip away at the rock, or a dynamite block | |
Right where they had to stop, we continue | |
Think the worst, ink into the verse | |
Sink into the earth, die by the end of the rhyme | |
What a rush, too much to discuss | |
I close it up by sayin this[Chorus] |
zuò cí : Aceyalone | |
I had forgotten the incredible butter softness of his long fingers. | |
How they felt on my back when he slowdragged with me, at a fateful " | |
Blue Lights in the | |
Basement" party. | |
The dim lights making his honeycolored eyes barely visible as he, | |
FLASHED A | |
PENLIGHT I | |
N MY EYES!" | |
Look directly into the light this time." Aceyalone | |
I say look into the light | |
See what you look like | |
I scribble on a clean surface, the earthless and worthless echoes Chorus | |
It' s life, at the tunnel of the point of purchase echoes | |
Aiyyo freedom got a microphone, | |
AND a AK echoes | |
Make way, and prepare for the melee echoes Aceyalone | |
The method of my madness could | |
NEVER be known | |
The microphone magic of | |
AceyaloneDon' t, try to set home or off of the dome | |
Because wigs are known to be | |
SPLITAnd a, fan is known to be hit with shit | |
Rubber band flows that snap back in place | |
Rap in they face, get this motherfucker outta here | |
He talks way way way | |
WAY too much | |
Spit for the victory, ' til they sick of me | |
I never wallow in the bickery or trickery | |
There' s no con | |
FUSION, just the | |
FUSIONNo il | |
LUSION, cause | |
God rule them | |
Held high, nailed in the sky | |
The artistic eye leaves you mystified | |
You' re once denied, soon openly obliged Chorus Aceyalone | |
They say, " rock you don' t stop" but what you talkin bout | |
Well let me guess, you come fi test | |
But test not he who knows best, put nonsense to rest | |
Preachin on a soapbox, dope on the block | |
Choke on your tongue, smoke from the gun | |
Broke in the middle, | |
I hope you' re havin fun | |
HIGH post, high dose, high strung | |
Wind through the lungs, spirit of the young | |
Salt on the slug, caught with the plug | |
Fought with the drugs, taught by the thugs | |
Eye of a tiger, head of a lion | |
Walkin through the interior of | |
SiberiaChip away at the rock, or a dynamite block | |
Right where they had to stop, we continue | |
Think the worst, ink into the verse | |
Sink into the earth, die by the end of the rhyme | |
What a rush, too much to discuss | |
I close it up by sayin this Chorus |