Gutta Music 歌词
| 歌曲 | Gutta Music |
| 歌手 | Jedi Mind Tricks |
| 专辑 | Servants in Heaven, Kings in Hell |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Baldwin, Lacey, Littlepage ... | |
| Yeah, ah, it feels so good to be up in here, man | |
| Yeah, JMT, Reef the Lost Cauze, Chief Kamach' | |
| Shit got to change, baby | |
| [Verse 1: Reef the Lost Cauze] | |
| Yo, they put white picket fences on all black houses | |
| Cauze Kilimanjaro, you Brokeback Mountain | |
| Since that "Feast" drop, everybody on Shareef jock | |
| I am what I am, without a deal from Reebok | |
| While y'all was poppin' and lockin', doin' the beatbox | |
| I was in the streets, ahk, mean glock tryin' to be 'Pac | |
| Wisdom came in the form of seein' teeth knocked | |
| Great G's shot, tell me when will the beef stop? | |
| I don't think it ever will | |
| That's why I might seem relaxed, dog, but I could never chill | |
| If that shiesty bitch don't kill me, then the cheddar will | |
| You think like a man with no hands, we could never build | |
| I'm from the era where they measured skill | |
| And if you disrespected the mic, then they disrespect your grill | |
| The era was truly gone | |
| But it's 'bout to be resurrected by the Cauze, Kamach' and big Louie Dogs, what? | |
| [Hook: Reef the Lost Cauze] | |
| This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it | |
| We just dumbin' it out, but ain't nothin' stupid | |
| Time waits for no man, and such is proven | |
| We keep it fuckin' movin', ain't nothin' to it | |
| This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it | |
| We just dumbin' it out, but ain't nothin' stupid | |
| Time waits for no man, and such is proven | |
| We keep it fuckin' movin', ain't nothin' to it | |
| [Verse 2: Chief Kamachi] | |
| Yo, the forty days of wack MC's blown apart | |
| Replenish the earth, last miracle, Noah's Ark | |
| Rep like I own a art, Chief whole zone is dark | |
| They want my mind and birth time so they can clone the chart | |
| Hallelujah, Hell 'll do ya, Messiah spark | |
| Crown ruler, crush medulla's, we quiet hearts | |
| While my slum street angel play a riot harp | |
| Confusin' but amusin' to a mind that's smart | |
| What you expect when you hear the fresh fire start | |
| Black sage, urban monk | |
| Spiritually, you deserve the trunk | |
| I got pistols with crystals, you pussies never heard the pump | |
| Futuristic AK's make turbans jump | |
| Leave bodies on the side 'til the curb is sunk, Deer Hunter | |
| [Hook: Reef the Lost Cauze] | |
| This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it | |
| We just dumbin' it out, but ain't nothin' stupid | |
| Time waits for no man, and such is proven | |
| We keep it fuckin' movin', ain't nothin' to it | |
| This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it | |
| We just dumbin' it out, but ain't nothin' stupid | |
| Time waits for no man, and such is proven | |
| We keep it fuckin' movin', ain't nothin' to it | |
| [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] | |
| With the Jake I'll never cooperate | |
| A fuckin' vial of hate that God forsake | |
| I'll scar your face, Allahu Akbar, God is great | |
| You an animal that speak with the cops | |
| Bleed the block, Vinnie Pazienza, Reef and Kamach' | |
| I'll feast on the crops, leave your body bleedin' from shots | |
| My stone hands leavin' you with unbelievable knots | |
| A key to the lock, my spiritual is an anomaly | |
| I got the spirit of Bill Hicks inside of me | |
| Military minded, shoot to kill | |
| With the weaponry of Minister Farooq Khalil | |
| It's Lucifer's will, why Abyssinians fail | |
| But Israeli troops 'll storm the Palestinian jails | |
| It ain't like we never lost before | |
| I just think we should externalize the cost of war | |
| I'm like a sorcerer, Black Tibetan monks | |
| Louie Dogs, my thoughts is pure | |
| [Hook: Reef the Lost Cauze] | |
| This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it | |
| We just dumbin' it out, but ain't nothin' stupid | |
| Time waits for no man, and such is proven | |
| We keep it fuckin' movin', ain't nothin' to it | |
| This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it | |
| We just dumbin' it out, but ain't nothin' stupid | |
| Time waits for no man, and such is proven | |
| We keep it fuckin' movin', ain't nothin' to it |
| zuo qu : Baldwin, Lacey, Littlepage ... | |
| Yeah, ah, it feels so good to be up in here, man | |
| Yeah, JMT, Reef the Lost Cauze, Chief Kamach' | |
| Shit got to change, baby | |
| Verse 1: Reef the Lost Cauze | |
| Yo, they put white picket fences on all black houses | |
| Cauze Kilimanjaro, you Brokeback Mountain | |
| Since that " Feast" drop, everybody on Shareef jock | |
| I am what I am, without a deal from Reebok | |
| While y' all was poppin' and lockin', doin' the beatbox | |
| I was in the streets, ahk, mean glock tryin' to be ' Pac | |
| Wisdom came in the form of seein' teeth knocked | |
| Great G' s shot, tell me when will the beef stop? | |
| I don' t think it ever will | |
| That' s why I might seem relaxed, dog, but I could never chill | |
| If that shiesty bitch don' t kill me, then the cheddar will | |
| You think like a man with no hands, we could never build | |
| I' m from the era where they measured skill | |
| And if you disrespected the mic, then they disrespect your grill | |
| The era was truly gone | |
| But it' s ' bout to be resurrected by the Cauze, Kamach' and big Louie Dogs, what? | |
| Hook: Reef the Lost Cauze | |
| This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it | |
| We just dumbin' it out, but ain' t nothin' stupid | |
| Time waits for no man, and such is proven | |
| We keep it fuckin' movin', ain' t nothin' to it | |
| This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it | |
| We just dumbin' it out, but ain' t nothin' stupid | |
| Time waits for no man, and such is proven | |
| We keep it fuckin' movin', ain' t nothin' to it | |
| Verse 2: Chief Kamachi | |
| Yo, the forty days of wack MC' s blown apart | |
| Replenish the earth, last miracle, Noah' s Ark | |
| Rep like I own a art, Chief whole zone is dark | |
| They want my mind and birth time so they can clone the chart | |
| Hallelujah, Hell ' ll do ya, Messiah spark | |
| Crown ruler, crush medulla' s, we quiet hearts | |
| While my slum street angel play a riot harp | |
| Confusin' but amusin' to a mind that' s smart | |
| What you expect when you hear the fresh fire start | |
| Black sage, urban monk | |
| Spiritually, you deserve the trunk | |
| I got pistols with crystals, you pussies never heard the pump | |
| Futuristic AK' s make turbans jump | |
| Leave bodies on the side ' til the curb is sunk, Deer Hunter | |
| Hook: Reef the Lost Cauze | |
| This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it | |
| We just dumbin' it out, but ain' t nothin' stupid | |
| Time waits for no man, and such is proven | |
| We keep it fuckin' movin', ain' t nothin' to it | |
| This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it | |
| We just dumbin' it out, but ain' t nothin' stupid | |
| Time waits for no man, and such is proven | |
| We keep it fuckin' movin', ain' t nothin' to it | |
| Verse 3: Vinnie Paz | |
| With the Jake I' ll never cooperate | |
| A fuckin' vial of hate that God forsake | |
| I' ll scar your face, Allahu Akbar, God is great | |
| You an animal that speak with the cops | |
| Bleed the block, Vinnie Pazienza, Reef and Kamach' | |
| I' ll feast on the crops, leave your body bleedin' from shots | |
| My stone hands leavin' you with unbelievable knots | |
| A key to the lock, my spiritual is an anomaly | |
| I got the spirit of Bill Hicks inside of me | |
| Military minded, shoot to kill | |
| With the weaponry of Minister Farooq Khalil | |
| It' s Lucifer' s will, why Abyssinians fail | |
| But Israeli troops ' ll storm the Palestinian jails | |
| It ain' t like we never lost before | |
| I just think we should externalize the cost of war | |
| I' m like a sorcerer, Black Tibetan monks | |
| Louie Dogs, my thoughts is pure | |
| Hook: Reef the Lost Cauze | |
| This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it | |
| We just dumbin' it out, but ain' t nothin' stupid | |
| Time waits for no man, and such is proven | |
| We keep it fuckin' movin', ain' t nothin' to it | |
| This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it | |
| We just dumbin' it out, but ain' t nothin' stupid | |
| Time waits for no man, and such is proven | |
| We keep it fuckin' movin', ain' t nothin' to it |
| zuò qǔ : Baldwin, Lacey, Littlepage ... | |
| Yeah, ah, it feels so good to be up in here, man | |
| Yeah, JMT, Reef the Lost Cauze, Chief Kamach' | |
| Shit got to change, baby | |
| Verse 1: Reef the Lost Cauze | |
| Yo, they put white picket fences on all black houses | |
| Cauze Kilimanjaro, you Brokeback Mountain | |
| Since that " Feast" drop, everybody on Shareef jock | |
| I am what I am, without a deal from Reebok | |
| While y' all was poppin' and lockin', doin' the beatbox | |
| I was in the streets, ahk, mean glock tryin' to be ' Pac | |
| Wisdom came in the form of seein' teeth knocked | |
| Great G' s shot, tell me when will the beef stop? | |
| I don' t think it ever will | |
| That' s why I might seem relaxed, dog, but I could never chill | |
| If that shiesty bitch don' t kill me, then the cheddar will | |
| You think like a man with no hands, we could never build | |
| I' m from the era where they measured skill | |
| And if you disrespected the mic, then they disrespect your grill | |
| The era was truly gone | |
| But it' s ' bout to be resurrected by the Cauze, Kamach' and big Louie Dogs, what? | |
| Hook: Reef the Lost Cauze | |
| This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it | |
| We just dumbin' it out, but ain' t nothin' stupid | |
| Time waits for no man, and such is proven | |
| We keep it fuckin' movin', ain' t nothin' to it | |
| This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it | |
| We just dumbin' it out, but ain' t nothin' stupid | |
| Time waits for no man, and such is proven | |
| We keep it fuckin' movin', ain' t nothin' to it | |
| Verse 2: Chief Kamachi | |
| Yo, the forty days of wack MC' s blown apart | |
| Replenish the earth, last miracle, Noah' s Ark | |
| Rep like I own a art, Chief whole zone is dark | |
| They want my mind and birth time so they can clone the chart | |
| Hallelujah, Hell ' ll do ya, Messiah spark | |
| Crown ruler, crush medulla' s, we quiet hearts | |
| While my slum street angel play a riot harp | |
| Confusin' but amusin' to a mind that' s smart | |
| What you expect when you hear the fresh fire start | |
| Black sage, urban monk | |
| Spiritually, you deserve the trunk | |
| I got pistols with crystals, you pussies never heard the pump | |
| Futuristic AK' s make turbans jump | |
| Leave bodies on the side ' til the curb is sunk, Deer Hunter | |
| Hook: Reef the Lost Cauze | |
| This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it | |
| We just dumbin' it out, but ain' t nothin' stupid | |
| Time waits for no man, and such is proven | |
| We keep it fuckin' movin', ain' t nothin' to it | |
| This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it | |
| We just dumbin' it out, but ain' t nothin' stupid | |
| Time waits for no man, and such is proven | |
| We keep it fuckin' movin', ain' t nothin' to it | |
| Verse 3: Vinnie Paz | |
| With the Jake I' ll never cooperate | |
| A fuckin' vial of hate that God forsake | |
| I' ll scar your face, Allahu Akbar, God is great | |
| You an animal that speak with the cops | |
| Bleed the block, Vinnie Pazienza, Reef and Kamach' | |
| I' ll feast on the crops, leave your body bleedin' from shots | |
| My stone hands leavin' you with unbelievable knots | |
| A key to the lock, my spiritual is an anomaly | |
| I got the spirit of Bill Hicks inside of me | |
| Military minded, shoot to kill | |
| With the weaponry of Minister Farooq Khalil | |
| It' s Lucifer' s will, why Abyssinians fail | |
| But Israeli troops ' ll storm the Palestinian jails | |
| It ain' t like we never lost before | |
| I just think we should externalize the cost of war | |
| I' m like a sorcerer, Black Tibetan monks | |
| Louie Dogs, my thoughts is pure | |
| Hook: Reef the Lost Cauze | |
| This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it | |
| We just dumbin' it out, but ain' t nothin' stupid | |
| Time waits for no man, and such is proven | |
| We keep it fuckin' movin', ain' t nothin' to it | |
| This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it | |
| We just dumbin' it out, but ain' t nothin' stupid | |
| Time waits for no man, and such is proven | |
| We keep it fuckin' movin', ain' t nothin' to it |
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