The Finest 歌词

歌曲	The Finest
歌手	MF Doom
专辑	Operation: Doomsday
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作词 : Gunn, MF Doom
	As the life cycle goes on ... goes on
	And you learn to hold on (hold on)
	To things like the mic ... the mic
	And you learn to appreciate who is the nicest on said device
	But who is [the finest]?
	[Tommy Gunn]
	Time at shashuma, too much drama, blind behind the rumor
	Time and time and time, my mind, I'm trying to find a tumor
	Time at shashuma, no time for humor
	As soon as one of ya' men's dead in Hempstead, you trying to find Pumas
	Sooner the better, even knitted a sweater already
	Keep your leather, we coming through the brutal weather
	We ready to do whatever, yo' Doom you with it?
	(You know it like a poet, my brother)
	(Hey, Gunn you wit it?) Whatever... [the finest!]
	[MF Doom]
	I know about going paid to broke, to next day well-off
	To bust a shell off, to "*******-riders! Get the hell off!"
	Made a call to a client, he must've had his cell off
	A show-off, he has the same bite but fell off
	I tell off the bat, from science to pure facts
	Which *******z is wack 'til they last two tracks
	Matter fact, y'all could wait for the rep to tell
	The tall-tale, how he escape from out the depths of hell
	[Tommy Gunn]
	When die, he gon' die like a soldier die:
	Holding a swollen eye, drinking Olde Gold
	Smoking a stog, watching po-po patrol the beach
	Blowing my high, rolling by, when Gunn die
	He gon' try to preach the streets then go to the sky
	[MF Doom]
	Yup! That hold water, like drizzle in a paper cup
	This one etched in stone, the chisel with the paper up
	I need a cut: a taper-up, edge-up
	*******z can't measure up, I'm here to get the treasure up
	[Megalon]
	Stands up and hold 'em high, do or die
	He got heat, no surprise, stop the beat, close your eyes
	Got the *****, rolling lah
	Not sweet, so no demise, all the guys drops seeds so multiply
	Within the prophecies hold the lie
	[MF Doom]
	He bled my mother and my father, but can't bleed me
	OD, ghetto misery, he bled my brother, my sister, but can't bleed me
	A OG, ghetto misery, bled my mother, my father, but can't bleed ...
	Me ... sci-fly, whole style stuck up
	Used to talk to myself, I told him, "Shut the ******* up!"
	Buckle up, 'cause it's about to be rough
	He said, "Keep talking that **********t, you 'bout to be snuffed"
	Then we squashed it, I let em know: "Watch it --
	We only met a time to join these rhymers in the mosh pit"
	Gosh, it feels great just to increase the chance
	For a ******** ***** face to hit the dance floor
	[Megalon]
	I pull ya' top up, got clout, crack rock, what?
	Now it's all good business, and so this ********** is locked up
	On the dance floor: you got knocked out, your ********** got knocked up
	Baby-face, and hey can you brand you, brand new machete
	Damn, I just shook your hand and can't stand you already
	Can't stand you, understand you deadly
	But my hammer's like a band, my man, it's Brand New and Heavy
	Yo' Doom, you ready?
	(Yeah! Yo' Gunn, you with it?) Whatever..
	[MF Doom]
	Come on stay, I wrote this rhyme on my born-day
	Remind me of the same style I flipped on "Hey!"
	Yikes! Who can ******* with the likes
	Of one such who scores touchdown and spikes mic's
	Metal grill, with many styles, better still
	Feel like number 26 on a roulette wheel
	And deal, and run rings around rhymers
	And run rings like number runners whose old-timers
	[Megalon]
	Shorty in the all black, she think she all that
	I called her, she said, "Don't call back!"
	She called me, now what you call that?
	Let's go back, I sold crack
	Hold gats, smoke that, drink that, tote that
	*******! Where that hoe at? Where that dough at?
	[MF Doom]
	Suffering succotash! This hooker broke into his last buck of cash
	He love her, mother******* her ass
	Metal feet dented your car fender
	My agenda up in the ba*****t party tipping the bartender
	Is unbeknownst to you -- who could get body blown?
	MF like Mike Fran Corleone
	And got it sown, maricon, like to know what you staring at?
	An invisible cat, who pull off a disappearing act
	Raised by a pack a wild wolves, it's like Sweetback
	Front? I'ma be back! (Like brothers in the street act)
	(Surrounded by a bunch a bad ******* like Sweetback)
	(******* with me I'll be back)
	Like *******z in the streets act (streets act!)

	zuo ci : Gunn, MF Doom
	As the life cycle goes on ... goes on
	And you learn to hold on hold on
	To things like the mic ... the mic
	And you learn to appreciate who is the nicest on said device
	But who is the finest?
	Tommy Gunn
	Time at shashuma, too much drama, blind behind the rumor
	Time and time and time, my mind, I' m trying to find a tumor
	Time at shashuma, no time for humor
	As soon as one of ya' men' s dead in Hempstead, you trying to find Pumas
	Sooner the better, even knitted a sweater already
	Keep your leather, we coming through the brutal weather
	We ready to do whatever, yo' Doom you with it?
	You know it like a poet, my brother
	Hey, Gunn you wit it? Whatever... the finest!
	MF Doom
	I know about going paid to broke, to next day welloff
	To bust a shell off, to " riders! Get the hell off!"
	Made a call to a client, he must' ve had his cell off
	A showoff, he has the same bite but fell off
	I tell off the bat, from science to pure facts
	Which z is wack ' til they last two tracks
	Matter fact, y' all could wait for the rep to tell
	The talltale, how he escape from out the depths of hell
	Tommy Gunn
	When die, he gon' die like a soldier die:
	Holding a swollen eye, drinking Olde Gold
	Smoking a stog, watching popo patrol the beach
	Blowing my high, rolling by, when Gunn die
	He gon' try to preach the streets then go to the sky
	MF Doom
	Yup! That hold water, like drizzle in a paper cup
	This one etched in stone, the chisel with the paper up
	I need a cut: a taperup, edgeup
	z can' t measure up, I' m here to get the treasure up
	Megalon
	Stands up and hold ' em high, do or die
	He got heat, no surprise, stop the beat, close your eyes
	Got the , rolling lah
	Not sweet, so no demise, all the guys drops seeds so multiply
	Within the prophecies hold the lie
	MF Doom
	He bled my mother and my father, but can' t bleed me
	OD, ghetto misery, he bled my brother, my sister, but can' t bleed me
	A OG, ghetto misery, bled my mother, my father, but can' t bleed ...
	Me ... scifly, whole style stuck up
	Used to talk to myself, I told him, " Shut the up!"
	Buckle up, ' cause it' s about to be rough
	He said, " Keep talking that t, you ' bout to be snuffed"
	Then we squashed it, I let em know: " Watch it
	We only met a time to join these rhymers in the mosh pit"
	Gosh, it feels great just to increase the chance
	For a face to hit the dance floor
	Megalon
	I pull ya' top up, got clout, crack rock, what?
	Now it' s all good business, and so this is locked up
	On the dance floor: you got knocked out, your got knocked up
	Babyface, and hey can you brand you, brand new machete
	Damn, I just shook your hand and can' t stand you already
	Can' t stand you, understand you deadly
	But my hammer' s like a band, my man, it' s Brand New and Heavy
	Yo' Doom, you ready?
	Yeah! Yo' Gunn, you with it? Whatever..
	MF Doom
	Come on stay, I wrote this rhyme on my bornday
	Remind me of the same style I flipped on " Hey!"
	Yikes! Who can with the likes
	Of one such who scores touchdown and spikes mic' s
	Metal grill, with many styles, better still
	Feel like number 26 on a roulette wheel
	And deal, and run rings around rhymers
	And run rings like number runners whose oldtimers
	Megalon
	Shorty in the all black, she think she all that
	I called her, she said, " Don' t call back!"
	She called me, now what you call that?
	Let' s go back, I sold crack
	Hold gats, smoke that, drink that, tote that
	! Where that hoe at? Where that dough at?
	MF Doom
	Suffering succotash! This hooker broke into his last buck of cash
	He love her, mother her ass
	Metal feet dented your car fender
	My agenda up in the ba t party tipping the bartender
	Is unbeknownst to you who could get body blown?
	MF like Mike Fran Corleone
	And got it sown, maricon, like to know what you staring at?
	An invisible cat, who pull off a disappearing act
	Raised by a pack a wild wolves, it' s like Sweetback
	Front? I' ma be back! Like brothers in the street act
	Surrounded by a bunch a bad like Sweetback
	with me I' ll be back
	Like z in the streets act streets act!

	zuò cí : Gunn, MF Doom
	As the life cycle goes on ... goes on
	And you learn to hold on hold on
	To things like the mic ... the mic
	And you learn to appreciate who is the nicest on said device
	But who is the finest?
	Tommy Gunn
	Time at shashuma, too much drama, blind behind the rumor
	Time and time and time, my mind, I' m trying to find a tumor
	Time at shashuma, no time for humor
	As soon as one of ya' men' s dead in Hempstead, you trying to find Pumas
	Sooner the better, even knitted a sweater already
	Keep your leather, we coming through the brutal weather
	We ready to do whatever, yo' Doom you with it?
	You know it like a poet, my brother
	Hey, Gunn you wit it? Whatever... the finest!
	MF Doom
	I know about going paid to broke, to next day welloff
	To bust a shell off, to " riders! Get the hell off!"
	Made a call to a client, he must' ve had his cell off
	A showoff, he has the same bite but fell off
	I tell off the bat, from science to pure facts
	Which z is wack ' til they last two tracks
	Matter fact, y' all could wait for the rep to tell
	The talltale, how he escape from out the depths of hell
	Tommy Gunn
	When die, he gon' die like a soldier die:
	Holding a swollen eye, drinking Olde Gold
	Smoking a stog, watching popo patrol the beach
	Blowing my high, rolling by, when Gunn die
	He gon' try to preach the streets then go to the sky
	MF Doom
	Yup! That hold water, like drizzle in a paper cup
	This one etched in stone, the chisel with the paper up
	I need a cut: a taperup, edgeup
	z can' t measure up, I' m here to get the treasure up
	Megalon
	Stands up and hold ' em high, do or die
	He got heat, no surprise, stop the beat, close your eyes
	Got the , rolling lah
	Not sweet, so no demise, all the guys drops seeds so multiply
	Within the prophecies hold the lie
	MF Doom
	He bled my mother and my father, but can' t bleed me
	OD, ghetto misery, he bled my brother, my sister, but can' t bleed me
	A OG, ghetto misery, bled my mother, my father, but can' t bleed ...
	Me ... scifly, whole style stuck up
	Used to talk to myself, I told him, " Shut the up!"
	Buckle up, ' cause it' s about to be rough
	He said, " Keep talking that t, you ' bout to be snuffed"
	Then we squashed it, I let em know: " Watch it
	We only met a time to join these rhymers in the mosh pit"
	Gosh, it feels great just to increase the chance
	For a face to hit the dance floor
	Megalon
	I pull ya' top up, got clout, crack rock, what?
	Now it' s all good business, and so this is locked up
	On the dance floor: you got knocked out, your got knocked up
	Babyface, and hey can you brand you, brand new machete
	Damn, I just shook your hand and can' t stand you already
	Can' t stand you, understand you deadly
	But my hammer' s like a band, my man, it' s Brand New and Heavy
	Yo' Doom, you ready?
	Yeah! Yo' Gunn, you with it? Whatever..
	MF Doom
	Come on stay, I wrote this rhyme on my bornday
	Remind me of the same style I flipped on " Hey!"
	Yikes! Who can with the likes
	Of one such who scores touchdown and spikes mic' s
	Metal grill, with many styles, better still
	Feel like number 26 on a roulette wheel
	And deal, and run rings around rhymers
	And run rings like number runners whose oldtimers
	Megalon
	Shorty in the all black, she think she all that
	I called her, she said, " Don' t call back!"
	She called me, now what you call that?
	Let' s go back, I sold crack
	Hold gats, smoke that, drink that, tote that
	! Where that hoe at? Where that dough at?
	MF Doom
	Suffering succotash! This hooker broke into his last buck of cash
	He love her, mother her ass
	Metal feet dented your car fender
	My agenda up in the ba t party tipping the bartender
	Is unbeknownst to you who could get body blown?
	MF like Mike Fran Corleone
	And got it sown, maricon, like to know what you staring at?
	An invisible cat, who pull off a disappearing act
	Raised by a pack a wild wolves, it' s like Sweetback
	Front? I' ma be back! Like brothers in the street act
	Surrounded by a bunch a bad like Sweetback
	with me I' ll be back
	Like z in the streets act streets act!

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