How Many 歌词
| 歌曲 | How Many |
| 歌手 | Killah Priest |
| 专辑 | The Offering |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Reed | |
| My mind is designed like a Mayan pyramid | |
| When you climb up the steps | |
| You can get where the emerald is | |
| I left witnesses for those who didn't believe | |
| Show the depths of sentences, y'all forbidden to leave | |
| Alphabets become images, you listen to see | |
| How the breath of the lyricist can breathe 3-D | |
| Trapped in each bar, it gets deep with the God | |
| Like the five pillars that they teach at the Mosque | |
| Try to defy Killah and you seek a mirage | |
| Terrifying thriller, have you reaching your heart | |
| Priest fitting to get dark, dark and it can get | |
| Dark as the first nine Pharaohs that ruled Egypt | |
| Dark as the moon cast the shadows that 'cause eclipse | |
| Dark as the ladies with the tarots telling you secrets | |
| Dark as the gun barrel right before you squeeze it | |
| I enter your mind like an auditorium | |
| Your picture was distorted but I restored your film | |
| Now you see clearer, my pen has a lens | |
| Like I'm sitting in a theater | |
| Come back again | |
| Remind you of Rakim, but I'm not him | |
| Though we one and the same, the second coming of Kane | |
| I'm like Kool G Rap, put the Uzi in rap | |
| Or KRS One said it was cool to be black | |
| For Slick Rick announced that the Ruler was back | |
| Back in the days when gold jewelry was fat | |
| Before Wu or Biggie, Nas, Jigga or 50 | |
| That was New Yiddy, they ruled the city | |
| On the West Coast, it was run by Death Row | |
| Pac gave 'em Thug Life, but I just hug mics | |
| The grip of the python, the strength in my right palm | |
| Will crush a competitor's life form | |
| (Hook) x2 | |
| How many MC's must I defeat? | |
| How many rhymes must I show 'em technique? | |
| How many metaphors? | |
| How many letters in all | |
| How many times must I show you I'm better than y'all? | |
| Rhymes after rhymes, metaphors and lines | |
| Since eighty four I recall the time | |
| Left MC's inside of morgues and shrines | |
| Weak technique get absorbed like wine | |
| Then I piss 'em back under the trees and vines | |
| This rapper that rapper I proved I'm better | |
| Next one, I'm about to battle Webster | |
| Do you think you can handle my pressure? | |
| The weight of my thinking when I play with the ink pen | |
| Is he old or new school? | |
| Nah - I'm in a class by myself | |
| Plus I drop math then I blast like a stealth | |
| The bars you spit I use for chin ups | |
| Soon as you lay 'em down, I press the bench up | |
| Then I start spinning like them windchucks | |
| Each paragraphs is like a Pharaoh in the past | |
| Wide is the dome piece, and narrow is the path | |
| (Hook) x2 |
| zuo ci : Reed | |
| My mind is designed like a Mayan pyramid | |
| When you climb up the steps | |
| You can get where the emerald is | |
| I left witnesses for those who didn' t believe | |
| Show the depths of sentences, y' all forbidden to leave | |
| Alphabets become images, you listen to see | |
| How the breath of the lyricist can breathe 3D | |
| Trapped in each bar, it gets deep with the God | |
| Like the five pillars that they teach at the Mosque | |
| Try to defy Killah and you seek a mirage | |
| Terrifying thriller, have you reaching your heart | |
| Priest fitting to get dark, dark and it can get | |
| Dark as the first nine Pharaohs that ruled Egypt | |
| Dark as the moon cast the shadows that ' cause eclipse | |
| Dark as the ladies with the tarots telling you secrets | |
| Dark as the gun barrel right before you squeeze it | |
| I enter your mind like an auditorium | |
| Your picture was distorted but I restored your film | |
| Now you see clearer, my pen has a lens | |
| Like I' m sitting in a theater | |
| Come back again | |
| Remind you of Rakim, but I' m not him | |
| Though we one and the same, the second coming of Kane | |
| I' m like Kool G Rap, put the Uzi in rap | |
| Or KRS One said it was cool to be black | |
| For Slick Rick announced that the Ruler was back | |
| Back in the days when gold jewelry was fat | |
| Before Wu or Biggie, Nas, Jigga or 50 | |
| That was New Yiddy, they ruled the city | |
| On the West Coast, it was run by Death Row | |
| Pac gave ' em Thug Life, but I just hug mics | |
| The grip of the python, the strength in my right palm | |
| Will crush a competitor' s life form | |
| Hook x2 | |
| How many MC' s must I defeat? | |
| How many rhymes must I show ' em technique? | |
| How many metaphors? | |
| How many letters in all | |
| How many times must I show you I' m better than y' all? | |
| Rhymes after rhymes, metaphors and lines | |
| Since eighty four I recall the time | |
| Left MC' s inside of morgues and shrines | |
| Weak technique get absorbed like wine | |
| Then I piss ' em back under the trees and vines | |
| This rapper that rapper I proved I' m better | |
| Next one, I' m about to battle Webster | |
| Do you think you can handle my pressure? | |
| The weight of my thinking when I play with the ink pen | |
| Is he old or new school? | |
| Nah I' m in a class by myself | |
| Plus I drop math then I blast like a stealth | |
| The bars you spit I use for chin ups | |
| Soon as you lay ' em down, I press the bench up | |
| Then I start spinning like them windchucks | |
| Each paragraphs is like a Pharaoh in the past | |
| Wide is the dome piece, and narrow is the path | |
| Hook x2 |
| zuò cí : Reed | |
| My mind is designed like a Mayan pyramid | |
| When you climb up the steps | |
| You can get where the emerald is | |
| I left witnesses for those who didn' t believe | |
| Show the depths of sentences, y' all forbidden to leave | |
| Alphabets become images, you listen to see | |
| How the breath of the lyricist can breathe 3D | |
| Trapped in each bar, it gets deep with the God | |
| Like the five pillars that they teach at the Mosque | |
| Try to defy Killah and you seek a mirage | |
| Terrifying thriller, have you reaching your heart | |
| Priest fitting to get dark, dark and it can get | |
| Dark as the first nine Pharaohs that ruled Egypt | |
| Dark as the moon cast the shadows that ' cause eclipse | |
| Dark as the ladies with the tarots telling you secrets | |
| Dark as the gun barrel right before you squeeze it | |
| I enter your mind like an auditorium | |
| Your picture was distorted but I restored your film | |
| Now you see clearer, my pen has a lens | |
| Like I' m sitting in a theater | |
| Come back again | |
| Remind you of Rakim, but I' m not him | |
| Though we one and the same, the second coming of Kane | |
| I' m like Kool G Rap, put the Uzi in rap | |
| Or KRS One said it was cool to be black | |
| For Slick Rick announced that the Ruler was back | |
| Back in the days when gold jewelry was fat | |
| Before Wu or Biggie, Nas, Jigga or 50 | |
| That was New Yiddy, they ruled the city | |
| On the West Coast, it was run by Death Row | |
| Pac gave ' em Thug Life, but I just hug mics | |
| The grip of the python, the strength in my right palm | |
| Will crush a competitor' s life form | |
| Hook x2 | |
| How many MC' s must I defeat? | |
| How many rhymes must I show ' em technique? | |
| How many metaphors? | |
| How many letters in all | |
| How many times must I show you I' m better than y' all? | |
| Rhymes after rhymes, metaphors and lines | |
| Since eighty four I recall the time | |
| Left MC' s inside of morgues and shrines | |
| Weak technique get absorbed like wine | |
| Then I piss ' em back under the trees and vines | |
| This rapper that rapper I proved I' m better | |
| Next one, I' m about to battle Webster | |
| Do you think you can handle my pressure? | |
| The weight of my thinking when I play with the ink pen | |
| Is he old or new school? | |
| Nah I' m in a class by myself | |
| Plus I drop math then I blast like a stealth | |
| The bars you spit I use for chin ups | |
| Soon as you lay ' em down, I press the bench up | |
| Then I start spinning like them windchucks | |
| Each paragraphs is like a Pharaoh in the past | |
| Wide is the dome piece, and narrow is the path | |
| Hook x2 |
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