歌曲 | The Rhyme |
歌手 | Keith Murray |
专辑 | Enigma |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Beverly, Murray, Sermon | |
Verse 1 | |
Now for next to little or nothin' i be rippin' up every function | |
With scientifical mad man consumptions | |
With mass productions of mass conjunctions | |
I display new ways of mc destruction | |
'cause ain't nothin' better than the *****t i got | |
Makin' *****s jump off the roof and roof-tops | |
I put the hip in hop and the don't in stop and the clips in glocks | |
When i rock box your block | |
My hypothesis on this is you *****s better come in terms of my vocabulary quick | |
Or get dissed | |
My brain bleeds mental complex feeds | |
Bring it on kid i got exactly what you need | |
Twisted metaphors to get your *****t in star wars | |
Live forever like bob marley just because | |
The mad matador metaphor rips the hard core | |
For him and his them and theirs you and yours | |
Chorus: | |
And it beez like that sometimes | |
Cause i can't control the rhyme | |
I said it beez like that sometimes | |
Cause i can't control the rhyme | |
I keep it jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy | |
We keep it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy | |
Cause it be jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy | |
And it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy | |
Verse 2: | |
The most beautifullest vocabulist | |
Punches phony mc's dead in their esophogaus | |
My *****ysis is roughly calloused | |
You better practice if you want to challenge this | |
I'm symbolic to the sun moon and stars | |
You gettin' knocked out the box no matter who you are | |
The funk phat tracks lures you to listen | |
As my vocals send your brain up in the fetal position | |
Learn a quick lesson of mic aggression | |
So when i walk down the street there'll be no second guessing | |
Now you can walk the walk talk the talk | |
Back burnin' all day but your still fireproof like an ashtray | |
I'm a scientist in the mix like plyx | |
Turnin' all you fly emcees back into maggots | |
Non prop soil watch me bubble and spoil | |
Punch you grand royal as you foam like boil | |
Chorus | |
Verse 3: | |
I played the many thousand roles of street life | |
Showed whodini that the freaks come out in broad daylight | |
Me and my crew be tight like lavren and *****rley | |
Rollin' through all ya'lls hoods pullin all ya'lls fly girlies | |
Emcee's always *****, that makes my style all hard | |
I role with nobody but god and the squad | |
Me and my troops we knock the *****t out the sides of dudes | |
Lettin the oj juice loose on phat tracks e-d produced | |
Chorus |
zuo ci : Beverly, Murray, Sermon | |
Verse 1 | |
Now for next to little or nothin' i be rippin' up every function | |
With scientifical mad man consumptions | |
With mass productions of mass conjunctions | |
I display new ways of mc destruction | |
' cause ain' t nothin' better than the t i got | |
Makin' s jump off the roof and rooftops | |
I put the hip in hop and the don' t in stop and the clips in glocks | |
When i rock box your block | |
My hypothesis on this is you s better come in terms of my vocabulary quick | |
Or get dissed | |
My brain bleeds mental complex feeds | |
Bring it on kid i got exactly what you need | |
Twisted metaphors to get your t in star wars | |
Live forever like bob marley just because | |
The mad matador metaphor rips the hard core | |
For him and his them and theirs you and yours | |
Chorus: | |
And it beez like that sometimes | |
Cause i can' t control the rhyme | |
I said it beez like that sometimes | |
Cause i can' t control the rhyme | |
I keep it jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy | |
We keep it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy | |
Cause it be jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy | |
And it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy | |
Verse 2: | |
The most beautifullest vocabulist | |
Punches phony mc' s dead in their esophogaus | |
My ysis is roughly calloused | |
You better practice if you want to challenge this | |
I' m symbolic to the sun moon and stars | |
You gettin' knocked out the box no matter who you are | |
The funk phat tracks lures you to listen | |
As my vocals send your brain up in the fetal position | |
Learn a quick lesson of mic aggression | |
So when i walk down the street there' ll be no second guessing | |
Now you can walk the walk talk the talk | |
Back burnin' all day but your still fireproof like an ashtray | |
I' m a scientist in the mix like plyx | |
Turnin' all you fly emcees back into maggots | |
Non prop soil watch me bubble and spoil | |
Punch you grand royal as you foam like boil | |
Chorus | |
Verse 3: | |
I played the many thousand roles of street life | |
Showed whodini that the freaks come out in broad daylight | |
Me and my crew be tight like lavren and rley | |
Rollin' through all ya' lls hoods pullin all ya' lls fly girlies | |
Emcee' s always , that makes my style all hard | |
I role with nobody but god and the squad | |
Me and my troops we knock the t out the sides of dudes | |
Lettin the oj juice loose on phat tracks ed produced | |
Chorus |
zuò cí : Beverly, Murray, Sermon | |
Verse 1 | |
Now for next to little or nothin' i be rippin' up every function | |
With scientifical mad man consumptions | |
With mass productions of mass conjunctions | |
I display new ways of mc destruction | |
' cause ain' t nothin' better than the t i got | |
Makin' s jump off the roof and rooftops | |
I put the hip in hop and the don' t in stop and the clips in glocks | |
When i rock box your block | |
My hypothesis on this is you s better come in terms of my vocabulary quick | |
Or get dissed | |
My brain bleeds mental complex feeds | |
Bring it on kid i got exactly what you need | |
Twisted metaphors to get your t in star wars | |
Live forever like bob marley just because | |
The mad matador metaphor rips the hard core | |
For him and his them and theirs you and yours | |
Chorus: | |
And it beez like that sometimes | |
Cause i can' t control the rhyme | |
I said it beez like that sometimes | |
Cause i can' t control the rhyme | |
I keep it jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy | |
We keep it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy | |
Cause it be jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy | |
And it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy | |
Verse 2: | |
The most beautifullest vocabulist | |
Punches phony mc' s dead in their esophogaus | |
My ysis is roughly calloused | |
You better practice if you want to challenge this | |
I' m symbolic to the sun moon and stars | |
You gettin' knocked out the box no matter who you are | |
The funk phat tracks lures you to listen | |
As my vocals send your brain up in the fetal position | |
Learn a quick lesson of mic aggression | |
So when i walk down the street there' ll be no second guessing | |
Now you can walk the walk talk the talk | |
Back burnin' all day but your still fireproof like an ashtray | |
I' m a scientist in the mix like plyx | |
Turnin' all you fly emcees back into maggots | |
Non prop soil watch me bubble and spoil | |
Punch you grand royal as you foam like boil | |
Chorus | |
Verse 3: | |
I played the many thousand roles of street life | |
Showed whodini that the freaks come out in broad daylight | |
Me and my crew be tight like lavren and rley | |
Rollin' through all ya' lls hoods pullin all ya' lls fly girlies | |
Emcee' s always , that makes my style all hard | |
I role with nobody but god and the squad | |
Me and my troops we knock the t out the sides of dudes | |
Lettin the oj juice loose on phat tracks ed produced | |
Chorus |