Reflections 歌词
| 歌曲 | Reflections |
| 歌手 | Chief Kamachi |
| 歌手 | Killah Priest |
| 专辑 | Beautiful Minds |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| The Heavy Mentalalist experience, many witnessed it | |
| At 12 I experiment with sentences | |
| containing toxic flows, if I drop and explode | |
| cooking up pots of gold, the impossible | |
| I would care about my plant, lock down my pad | |
| with clamps beneath bright lamps, I will write to advance | |
| I split my style into two parts, my first a southern technique | |
| came from the heart, my other style was more dark | |
| Some books was lost, techniques were picked up | |
| by an unmature source, so I developed the third strike | |
| Never heard on the mic, only if I felt | |
| you deserved the light and GZA told them | |
| I was a common approaching, pray he hit the ocean | |
| through the weak promotion and I did but it caused | |
| tidal waves after that song BIBLE plague | |
| I quench my thirst with the Liquid Sword | |
| The first time was sweet, RZA said, “Give them more” | |
| Wisdom poured in the class by myself | |
| So I asked no one for help, so he could cheat on the test | |
| So I would just beat on my desk | |
| A couple of albums later the youth fountain found favour | |
| Now he doesn’t have to speak to paparazzi, Priest and his posse | |
| Toast the good times with Chief Kamachi | |
| [Chief Kamachi] | |
| Yeah, twenty years since I did my first demo tape | |
| Love to hear my voice on the instrumental break | |
| Messiah’s word will reach a monumental state | |
| Two scraped up tape decks tryna innovate | |
| His DJ broke, cutting on a dinner plate | |
| In the mirror, wore your favourite rapper’s superhero cape | |
| Knew the words of all, thought I was Big Daddy | |
| ‘Microphone Fiend’ didn’t know the shit had me | |
| And every talent show I wanted it next | |
| Back in Philly the top group was 100X | |
| I said I’d invent, study and want to perplex | |
| Me and Priest violate classic, what’s coming next? | |
| We in the history books for bringing out the misery looks | |
| Wise ancient mystery crooks |
| The Heavy Mentalalist experience, many witnessed it | |
| At 12 I experiment with sentences | |
| containing toxic flows, if I drop and explode | |
| cooking up pots of gold, the impossible | |
| I would care about my plant, lock down my pad | |
| with clamps beneath bright lamps, I will write to advance | |
| I split my style into two parts, my first a southern technique | |
| came from the heart, my other style was more dark | |
| Some books was lost, techniques were picked up | |
| by an unmature source, so I developed the third strike | |
| Never heard on the mic, only if I felt | |
| you deserved the light and GZA told them | |
| I was a common approaching, pray he hit the ocean | |
| through the weak promotion and I did but it caused | |
| tidal waves after that song BIBLE plague | |
| I quench my thirst with the Liquid Sword | |
| The first time was sweet, RZA said, " Give them more" | |
| Wisdom poured in the class by myself | |
| So I asked no one for help, so he could cheat on the test | |
| So I would just beat on my desk | |
| A couple of albums later the youth fountain found favour | |
| Now he doesn' t have to speak to paparazzi, Priest and his posse | |
| Toast the good times with Chief Kamachi | |
| Chief Kamachi | |
| Yeah, twenty years since I did my first demo tape | |
| Love to hear my voice on the instrumental break | |
| Messiah' s word will reach a monumental state | |
| Two scraped up tape decks tryna innovate | |
| His DJ broke, cutting on a dinner plate | |
| In the mirror, wore your favourite rapper' s superhero cape | |
| Knew the words of all, thought I was Big Daddy | |
| ' Microphone Fiend' didn' t know the shit had me | |
| And every talent show I wanted it next | |
| Back in Philly the top group was 100X | |
| I said I' d invent, study and want to perplex | |
| Me and Priest violate classic, what' s coming next? | |
| We in the history books for bringing out the misery looks | |
| Wise ancient mystery crooks |
| The Heavy Mentalalist experience, many witnessed it | |
| At 12 I experiment with sentences | |
| containing toxic flows, if I drop and explode | |
| cooking up pots of gold, the impossible | |
| I would care about my plant, lock down my pad | |
| with clamps beneath bright lamps, I will write to advance | |
| I split my style into two parts, my first a southern technique | |
| came from the heart, my other style was more dark | |
| Some books was lost, techniques were picked up | |
| by an unmature source, so I developed the third strike | |
| Never heard on the mic, only if I felt | |
| you deserved the light and GZA told them | |
| I was a common approaching, pray he hit the ocean | |
| through the weak promotion and I did but it caused | |
| tidal waves after that song BIBLE plague | |
| I quench my thirst with the Liquid Sword | |
| The first time was sweet, RZA said, " Give them more" | |
| Wisdom poured in the class by myself | |
| So I asked no one for help, so he could cheat on the test | |
| So I would just beat on my desk | |
| A couple of albums later the youth fountain found favour | |
| Now he doesn' t have to speak to paparazzi, Priest and his posse | |
| Toast the good times with Chief Kamachi | |
| Chief Kamachi | |
| Yeah, twenty years since I did my first demo tape | |
| Love to hear my voice on the instrumental break | |
| Messiah' s word will reach a monumental state | |
| Two scraped up tape decks tryna innovate | |
| His DJ broke, cutting on a dinner plate | |
| In the mirror, wore your favourite rapper' s superhero cape | |
| Knew the words of all, thought I was Big Daddy | |
| ' Microphone Fiend' didn' t know the shit had me | |
| And every talent show I wanted it next | |
| Back in Philly the top group was 100X | |
| I said I' d invent, study and want to perplex | |
| Me and Priest violate classic, what' s coming next? | |
| We in the history books for bringing out the misery looks | |
| Wise ancient mystery crooks |
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