Who You Think I Am? 歌词
| 歌曲 | Who You Think I Am? |
| 歌手 | MF Doom |
| 专辑 | Operation: Doomsday |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Gegalon, K.D., King Ghidra ... |
| [00:01.397] | Who you think I am, but who you want me to be? |
| [00:09.365] | When I rock, jock niggas in shellshock |
| [00:12.186] | Don't watch the birdie watch the clock go tick tock |
| [00:14.067] | I rip shop, I make ya girls bottom lip drop |
| [00:16.548] | Yo word to the truckers at the pit stop I'm hip hop |
| [00:18.847] | I hold heat, never forget what niggas told me, they showed me |
| [00:21.956] | Other emcees trying to fold, me they owe me |
| [00:24.385] | Yo, plus them niggas mad slow G |
| [00:25.979] | I got my "Get U Now," so I'm comin with my homie |
| [00:28.408] | Here's the plan; stick 'em up, I enter, through the window |
| [00:31.073] | Stoop down so we can't see our crescendo |
| [00:32.771] | Pass the indo, yo we used to be our friend though |
| [00:35.200] | Yeah but thats the reason I don't really like to lend dough |
| [00:37.394] | From the corners cylindrical triangle hats |
| [00:39.066] | Says dunce. Lyrics precise like forensical science leave you entangled for months |
| [00:42.201] | Tryin' to figure who done it, you fronted |
| [00:43.402] | Got cha shit stunted, didn't have to be that way |
| [00:45.100] | Some saw the light comin' in, they shunned it |
| [00:46.824] | For the wickedness to those whose despise life and worship death |
| [00:49.123] | The established matched at eye for eye, tooth for tooth, breath to breath |
| [00:51.474] | These are the last days of the countdown, shit is just that drastic |
| [00:53.721] | Write journals, like they use the prophets, study math like a Aztec |
| [00:56.150] | Loved not for who you think I am, but who you want me to be |
| [00:59.259] | A true thuggin emcee, true thugs, with no strings attached |
| [01:02.759] | I wanna give you my slugs and don't wanna take em |
| [01:05.241] | Box sprays, but with my box cutter in my boxes |
| [01:07.487] | Shots sprayed, who on cops high says we rastas |
| [01:09.838] | Rock away boulevard, got love and obnoxious |
| [01:11.719] | Bout five cops today, my rock away |
| [01:13.600] | Niggas and rock rage, got paid |
| [01:15.220] | A rock, you know why I rock, meet me at the Lobster's |
| [01:17.623] | I suggest I should dress proper |
| [01:19.399] | Copped a buzz, I copped a dutch |
| [01:20.993] | I got a lotta love, with no strings attached |
| [01:24.049] | Rhymes, rhymes, rhymes, we got plenty |
| [01:26.295] | Dimes, dimes, dimes, too many |
| [01:28.777] | Sparked up and chat, you keep countin |
| [01:30.971] | I do my thing, jealous niggas keep doubtin |
| [01:33.479] | Rock 'n' roll, lock 'n' load |
| [01:35.255] | Emcees out for pots of gold, we stop 'em cold |
| [01:38.155] | In they tracks an take all they chips-eses |
| [01:40.584] | All they dats, all they bullshit mixeses |
| [01:42.909] | Give 'em a credit, not debt it |
| [01:44.451] | We just flipped the calistetic |
| [01:45.861] | Toss the Andy Pettitte, you said it |
| [01:47.768] | We grandslam in the never boss stand |
| [01:49.884] | Any pussy emcee's we abandon |
| [01:51.895] | Flew in from Monster Island just to rag shit wit jet lag |
| [01:54.194] | With brothers specializin ways how us not to get bagged |
| [01:56.650] | Egads! I bring confusion like roll call |
| [01:58.844] | To emcees so-called, hoes be like "yup I told y'all" |
| [02:01.326] | So socialize my bio so I dip dip dive |
| [02:03.860] | Memorize like I-omega zip drive |
| [02:06.028] | Go to the bar to drink to get soberer |
| [02:07.908] | King Geedorah eat the head of a king cobra like ginkoba |
| [02:10.442] | Kong get a cut like Kobe, now hold heat |
| [02:12.454] | So sweet, roll deep but no beef |
| [02:14.178] | Those that doze deep, close sheets |
| [02:15.980] | Po chose to speak with, reach over to reload the piece |
| [02:18.305] | Slip from freak to deak, keep concrete |
| [02:20.212] | Parallel to body til the next male |
| [02:22.067] | Shotties and hotty, still waitin to exhale |
| [02:24.313] | Smell the blood bath a slug's caught |
| [02:26.090] | Slugs passed and bloodsport |
| [02:27.422] | Bugged laugh, a bugged thought |
| [02:28.571] | Caught some eyes make the case last stack a locker |
| [02:30.661] | Bocker, drink a vodka, hit note, like Sinatra at a opera |
| [02:33.404] | Drop a flocker, Orville Redenbacher |
| [02:34.580] | Get you, got you, shot the two L's without the proper |
| [02:36.800] | For the albums knocker |
| [02:37.714] | Hit the liquor, quicker than a quicker picker upper |
| [02:40.405] | Girl and stick er, I leave more nuts than a snicker |
| [02:42.756] | Kick er to the curb, punk a bitch, stomp a chick |
| [02:45.002] | For now call me Kong, Monster Isle, Monster Click (Bow!) |
| [02:47.510] | Loved not for who you think I am, but who you want me to be |
| [02:50.671] | True thuggin emcee, true thugs, with no strings attached |
| [02:54.093] | I wanna give you my slugs, and don't wanna take 'em back |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Gegalon, K. D., King Ghidra ... |
| [00:01.397] | Who you think I am, but who you want me to be? |
| [00:09.365] | When I rock, jock niggas in shellshock |
| [00:12.186] | Don' t watch the birdie watch the clock go tick tock |
| [00:14.067] | I rip shop, I make ya girls bottom lip drop |
| [00:16.548] | Yo word to the truckers at the pit stop I' m hip hop |
| [00:18.847] | I hold heat, never forget what niggas told me, they showed me |
| [00:21.956] | Other emcees trying to fold, me they owe me |
| [00:24.385] | Yo, plus them niggas mad slow G |
| [00:25.979] | I got my " Get U Now," so I' m comin with my homie |
| [00:28.408] | Here' s the plan stick ' em up, I enter, through the window |
| [00:31.073] | Stoop down so we can' t see our crescendo |
| [00:32.771] | Pass the indo, yo we used to be our friend though |
| [00:35.200] | Yeah but thats the reason I don' t really like to lend dough |
| [00:37.394] | From the corners cylindrical triangle hats |
| [00:39.066] | Says dunce. Lyrics precise like forensical science leave you entangled for months |
| [00:42.201] | Tryin' to figure who done it, you fronted |
| [00:43.402] | Got cha shit stunted, didn' t have to be that way |
| [00:45.100] | Some saw the light comin' in, they shunned it |
| [00:46.824] | For the wickedness to those whose despise life and worship death |
| [00:49.123] | The established matched at eye for eye, tooth for tooth, breath to breath |
| [00:51.474] | These are the last days of the countdown, shit is just that drastic |
| [00:53.721] | Write journals, like they use the prophets, study math like a Aztec |
| [00:56.150] | Loved not for who you think I am, but who you want me to be |
| [00:59.259] | A true thuggin emcee, true thugs, with no strings attached |
| [01:02.759] | I wanna give you my slugs and don' t wanna take em |
| [01:05.241] | Box sprays, but with my box cutter in my boxes |
| [01:07.487] | Shots sprayed, who on cops high says we rastas |
| [01:09.838] | Rock away boulevard, got love and obnoxious |
| [01:11.719] | Bout five cops today, my rock away |
| [01:13.600] | Niggas and rock rage, got paid |
| [01:15.220] | A rock, you know why I rock, meet me at the Lobster' s |
| [01:17.623] | I suggest I should dress proper |
| [01:19.399] | Copped a buzz, I copped a dutch |
| [01:20.993] | I got a lotta love, with no strings attached |
| [01:24.049] | Rhymes, rhymes, rhymes, we got plenty |
| [01:26.295] | Dimes, dimes, dimes, too many |
| [01:28.777] | Sparked up and chat, you keep countin |
| [01:30.971] | I do my thing, jealous niggas keep doubtin |
| [01:33.479] | Rock ' n' roll, lock ' n' load |
| [01:35.255] | Emcees out for pots of gold, we stop ' em cold |
| [01:38.155] | In they tracks an take all they chipseses |
| [01:40.584] | All they dats, all they bullshit mixeses |
| [01:42.909] | Give ' em a credit, not debt it |
| [01:44.451] | We just flipped the calistetic |
| [01:45.861] | Toss the Andy Pettitte, you said it |
| [01:47.768] | We grandslam in the never boss stand |
| [01:49.884] | Any pussy emcee' s we abandon |
| [01:51.895] | Flew in from Monster Island just to rag shit wit jet lag |
| [01:54.194] | With brothers specializin ways how us not to get bagged |
| [01:56.650] | Egads! I bring confusion like roll call |
| [01:58.844] | To emcees socalled, hoes be like " yup I told y' all" |
| [02:01.326] | So socialize my bio so I dip dip dive |
| [02:03.860] | Memorize like Iomega zip drive |
| [02:06.028] | Go to the bar to drink to get soberer |
| [02:07.908] | King Geedorah eat the head of a king cobra like ginkoba |
| [02:10.442] | Kong get a cut like Kobe, now hold heat |
| [02:12.454] | So sweet, roll deep but no beef |
| [02:14.178] | Those that doze deep, close sheets |
| [02:15.980] | Po chose to speak with, reach over to reload the piece |
| [02:18.305] | Slip from freak to deak, keep concrete |
| [02:20.212] | Parallel to body til the next male |
| [02:22.067] | Shotties and hotty, still waitin to exhale |
| [02:24.313] | Smell the blood bath a slug' s caught |
| [02:26.090] | Slugs passed and bloodsport |
| [02:27.422] | Bugged laugh, a bugged thought |
| [02:28.571] | Caught some eyes make the case last stack a locker |
| [02:30.661] | Bocker, drink a vodka, hit note, like Sinatra at a opera |
| [02:33.404] | Drop a flocker, Orville Redenbacher |
| [02:34.580] | Get you, got you, shot the two L' s without the proper |
| [02:36.800] | For the albums knocker |
| [02:37.714] | Hit the liquor, quicker than a quicker picker upper |
| [02:40.405] | Girl and stick er, I leave more nuts than a snicker |
| [02:42.756] | Kick er to the curb, punk a bitch, stomp a chick |
| [02:45.002] | For now call me Kong, Monster Isle, Monster Click Bow! |
| [02:47.510] | Loved not for who you think I am, but who you want me to be |
| [02:50.671] | True thuggin emcee, true thugs, with no strings attached |
| [02:54.093] | I wanna give you my slugs, and don' t wanna take ' em back |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Gegalon, K. D., King Ghidra ... |
| [00:01.397] | Who you think I am, but who you want me to be? |
| [00:09.365] | When I rock, jock niggas in shellshock |
| [00:12.186] | Don' t watch the birdie watch the clock go tick tock |
| [00:14.067] | I rip shop, I make ya girls bottom lip drop |
| [00:16.548] | Yo word to the truckers at the pit stop I' m hip hop |
| [00:18.847] | I hold heat, never forget what niggas told me, they showed me |
| [00:21.956] | Other emcees trying to fold, me they owe me |
| [00:24.385] | Yo, plus them niggas mad slow G |
| [00:25.979] | I got my " Get U Now," so I' m comin with my homie |
| [00:28.408] | Here' s the plan stick ' em up, I enter, through the window |
| [00:31.073] | Stoop down so we can' t see our crescendo |
| [00:32.771] | Pass the indo, yo we used to be our friend though |
| [00:35.200] | Yeah but thats the reason I don' t really like to lend dough |
| [00:37.394] | From the corners cylindrical triangle hats |
| [00:39.066] | Says dunce. Lyrics precise like forensical science leave you entangled for months |
| [00:42.201] | Tryin' to figure who done it, you fronted |
| [00:43.402] | Got cha shit stunted, didn' t have to be that way |
| [00:45.100] | Some saw the light comin' in, they shunned it |
| [00:46.824] | For the wickedness to those whose despise life and worship death |
| [00:49.123] | The established matched at eye for eye, tooth for tooth, breath to breath |
| [00:51.474] | These are the last days of the countdown, shit is just that drastic |
| [00:53.721] | Write journals, like they use the prophets, study math like a Aztec |
| [00:56.150] | Loved not for who you think I am, but who you want me to be |
| [00:59.259] | A true thuggin emcee, true thugs, with no strings attached |
| [01:02.759] | I wanna give you my slugs and don' t wanna take em |
| [01:05.241] | Box sprays, but with my box cutter in my boxes |
| [01:07.487] | Shots sprayed, who on cops high says we rastas |
| [01:09.838] | Rock away boulevard, got love and obnoxious |
| [01:11.719] | Bout five cops today, my rock away |
| [01:13.600] | Niggas and rock rage, got paid |
| [01:15.220] | A rock, you know why I rock, meet me at the Lobster' s |
| [01:17.623] | I suggest I should dress proper |
| [01:19.399] | Copped a buzz, I copped a dutch |
| [01:20.993] | I got a lotta love, with no strings attached |
| [01:24.049] | Rhymes, rhymes, rhymes, we got plenty |
| [01:26.295] | Dimes, dimes, dimes, too many |
| [01:28.777] | Sparked up and chat, you keep countin |
| [01:30.971] | I do my thing, jealous niggas keep doubtin |
| [01:33.479] | Rock ' n' roll, lock ' n' load |
| [01:35.255] | Emcees out for pots of gold, we stop ' em cold |
| [01:38.155] | In they tracks an take all they chipseses |
| [01:40.584] | All they dats, all they bullshit mixeses |
| [01:42.909] | Give ' em a credit, not debt it |
| [01:44.451] | We just flipped the calistetic |
| [01:45.861] | Toss the Andy Pettitte, you said it |
| [01:47.768] | We grandslam in the never boss stand |
| [01:49.884] | Any pussy emcee' s we abandon |
| [01:51.895] | Flew in from Monster Island just to rag shit wit jet lag |
| [01:54.194] | With brothers specializin ways how us not to get bagged |
| [01:56.650] | Egads! I bring confusion like roll call |
| [01:58.844] | To emcees socalled, hoes be like " yup I told y' all" |
| [02:01.326] | So socialize my bio so I dip dip dive |
| [02:03.860] | Memorize like Iomega zip drive |
| [02:06.028] | Go to the bar to drink to get soberer |
| [02:07.908] | King Geedorah eat the head of a king cobra like ginkoba |
| [02:10.442] | Kong get a cut like Kobe, now hold heat |
| [02:12.454] | So sweet, roll deep but no beef |
| [02:14.178] | Those that doze deep, close sheets |
| [02:15.980] | Po chose to speak with, reach over to reload the piece |
| [02:18.305] | Slip from freak to deak, keep concrete |
| [02:20.212] | Parallel to body til the next male |
| [02:22.067] | Shotties and hotty, still waitin to exhale |
| [02:24.313] | Smell the blood bath a slug' s caught |
| [02:26.090] | Slugs passed and bloodsport |
| [02:27.422] | Bugged laugh, a bugged thought |
| [02:28.571] | Caught some eyes make the case last stack a locker |
| [02:30.661] | Bocker, drink a vodka, hit note, like Sinatra at a opera |
| [02:33.404] | Drop a flocker, Orville Redenbacher |
| [02:34.580] | Get you, got you, shot the two L' s without the proper |
| [02:36.800] | For the albums knocker |
| [02:37.714] | Hit the liquor, quicker than a quicker picker upper |
| [02:40.405] | Girl and stick er, I leave more nuts than a snicker |
| [02:42.756] | Kick er to the curb, punk a bitch, stomp a chick |
| [02:45.002] | For now call me Kong, Monster Isle, Monster Click Bow! |
| [02:47.510] | Loved not for who you think I am, but who you want me to be |
| [02:50.671] | True thuggin emcee, true thugs, with no strings attached |
| [02:54.093] | I wanna give you my slugs, and don' t wanna take ' em back |
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