歌曲 | No Static at All |
歌手 | 3rd Bass |
专辑 | Derelicts of Dialect |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Berrin, Huston, McCall, Nash | |
"no static at alllllll..." | |
[mc serch] | |
Beef not needed to waste one | |
Cause trouble don't feed the bass drum | |
Some so feeble, so play the hoodlum | |
A humdrum liver in bedlam | |
Bet your last buck, you don't laugh to this | |
Your horse came last behind the cactus | |
Back so strong, you thought wrong a fallacy | |
The groove will whip and flip cause it has to be | |
In there, like belvedere in his underwear | |
On the new year, my dear, so make it clear | |
I'm gonna ask do you wanna live small? | |
Static? nah troop, none at all | |
[pete nice] | |
Why meddle in the middle of a ruckus | |
? sip slowly on snapple in hand | |
Not these hands of mine holdin clippers | |
Slip and clip your flat-top to ceasar | |
Ease your ego, i go toe to toe | |
Throw my voice like i throw my yo-yo | |
And ho ho ho, on the mic is life support | |
And toward a crumb static ain't my sport | |
I swing to this, serch swings to that | |
And as you noticed, they always wear hats | |
Slaps ya skull, no static at all | |
.. | |
[mc serch] | |
Static mixed in but it don't cling | |
To a fat rope dope gucci link or an earring | |
Hand now gropin for ? | |
But the hand is used to get skins | |
Skim the cream but it seems you still rise | |
For some who lives more, now life lifesize | |
All are lepers in my swingdom | |
Groups and troops get friends and they bring them | |
In goes props so pop til the mornin | |
Home to the young, pop still snorin | |
Wake up you blackhead and heed the call | |
Aiyyo, no static at all | |
[pete nice] | |
I flip on kicks, my dj tricks | |
The a.k.a code name richie rich | |
"daddy rich, you never watch him on tv?" | |
Straight no takes, the iron had eastbridge | |
Full on 1210's flippin the beats | |
*richie rich cuts more* | |
Some bust nuts, daddy rich bust cuts | |
Such transform over rhythms on dust | |
I rush this rhythm, hold like mingus | |
I swing this joint, no static to sting this | |
*richie rich cuts more* | |
[nice] a bitch's brew, who ?? gyro | |
[serch] scabs can't craft what only the fly knows | |
[nice] got skins all in on scheamin | |
[serch] scandalous hooks grab on to what's gleamin | |
[nice] i'm seemin vexed in my rhymin texts | |
[serch] opened up shop to chop off the head, next | |
[nice] i put off punks like junk so sporadic | |
[serch] stashed away like old drawers in my attic | |
[nice] or drawers on my legs, figures what i says | |
[serch] snack on jolly rancher or orange pez | |
[nice] yep this ain't no collect call | |
[serch] so peace, yo pete | |
[nice] no static at all | |
[serch] true! |
zuo ci : Berrin, Huston, McCall, Nash | |
" no static at alllllll..." | |
mc serch | |
Beef not needed to waste one | |
Cause trouble don' t feed the bass drum | |
Some so feeble, so play the hoodlum | |
A humdrum liver in bedlam | |
Bet your last buck, you don' t laugh to this | |
Your horse came last behind the cactus | |
Back so strong, you thought wrong a fallacy | |
The groove will whip and flip cause it has to be | |
In there, like belvedere in his underwear | |
On the new year, my dear, so make it clear | |
I' m gonna ask do you wanna live small? | |
Static? nah troop, none at all | |
pete nice | |
Why meddle in the middle of a ruckus | |
? sip slowly on snapple in hand | |
Not these hands of mine holdin clippers | |
Slip and clip your flattop to ceasar | |
Ease your ego, i go toe to toe | |
Throw my voice like i throw my yoyo | |
And ho ho ho, on the mic is life support | |
And toward a crumb static ain' t my sport | |
I swing to this, serch swings to that | |
And as you noticed, they always wear hats | |
Slaps ya skull, no static at all | |
.. | |
mc serch | |
Static mixed in but it don' t cling | |
To a fat rope dope gucci link or an earring | |
Hand now gropin for ? | |
But the hand is used to get skins | |
Skim the cream but it seems you still rise | |
For some who lives more, now life lifesize | |
All are lepers in my swingdom | |
Groups and troops get friends and they bring them | |
In goes props so pop til the mornin | |
Home to the young, pop still snorin | |
Wake up you blackhead and heed the call | |
Aiyyo, no static at all | |
pete nice | |
I flip on kicks, my dj tricks | |
The a. k. a code name richie rich | |
" daddy rich, you never watch him on tv?" | |
Straight no takes, the iron had eastbridge | |
Full on 1210' s flippin the beats | |
richie rich cuts more | |
Some bust nuts, daddy rich bust cuts | |
Such transform over rhythms on dust | |
I rush this rhythm, hold like mingus | |
I swing this joint, no static to sting this | |
richie rich cuts more | |
nice a bitch' s brew, who ?? gyro | |
serch scabs can' t craft what only the fly knows | |
nice got skins all in on scheamin | |
serch scandalous hooks grab on to what' s gleamin | |
nice i' m seemin vexed in my rhymin texts | |
serch opened up shop to chop off the head, next | |
nice i put off punks like junk so sporadic | |
serch stashed away like old drawers in my attic | |
nice or drawers on my legs, figures what i says | |
serch snack on jolly rancher or orange pez | |
nice yep this ain' t no collect call | |
serch so peace, yo pete | |
nice no static at all | |
serch true! |
zuò cí : Berrin, Huston, McCall, Nash | |
" no static at alllllll..." | |
mc serch | |
Beef not needed to waste one | |
Cause trouble don' t feed the bass drum | |
Some so feeble, so play the hoodlum | |
A humdrum liver in bedlam | |
Bet your last buck, you don' t laugh to this | |
Your horse came last behind the cactus | |
Back so strong, you thought wrong a fallacy | |
The groove will whip and flip cause it has to be | |
In there, like belvedere in his underwear | |
On the new year, my dear, so make it clear | |
I' m gonna ask do you wanna live small? | |
Static? nah troop, none at all | |
pete nice | |
Why meddle in the middle of a ruckus | |
? sip slowly on snapple in hand | |
Not these hands of mine holdin clippers | |
Slip and clip your flattop to ceasar | |
Ease your ego, i go toe to toe | |
Throw my voice like i throw my yoyo | |
And ho ho ho, on the mic is life support | |
And toward a crumb static ain' t my sport | |
I swing to this, serch swings to that | |
And as you noticed, they always wear hats | |
Slaps ya skull, no static at all | |
.. | |
mc serch | |
Static mixed in but it don' t cling | |
To a fat rope dope gucci link or an earring | |
Hand now gropin for ? | |
But the hand is used to get skins | |
Skim the cream but it seems you still rise | |
For some who lives more, now life lifesize | |
All are lepers in my swingdom | |
Groups and troops get friends and they bring them | |
In goes props so pop til the mornin | |
Home to the young, pop still snorin | |
Wake up you blackhead and heed the call | |
Aiyyo, no static at all | |
pete nice | |
I flip on kicks, my dj tricks | |
The a. k. a code name richie rich | |
" daddy rich, you never watch him on tv?" | |
Straight no takes, the iron had eastbridge | |
Full on 1210' s flippin the beats | |
richie rich cuts more | |
Some bust nuts, daddy rich bust cuts | |
Such transform over rhythms on dust | |
I rush this rhythm, hold like mingus | |
I swing this joint, no static to sting this | |
richie rich cuts more | |
nice a bitch' s brew, who ?? gyro | |
serch scabs can' t craft what only the fly knows | |
nice got skins all in on scheamin | |
serch scandalous hooks grab on to what' s gleamin | |
nice i' m seemin vexed in my rhymin texts | |
serch opened up shop to chop off the head, next | |
nice i put off punks like junk so sporadic | |
serch stashed away like old drawers in my attic | |
nice or drawers on my legs, figures what i says | |
serch snack on jolly rancher or orange pez | |
nice yep this ain' t no collect call | |
serch so peace, yo pete | |
nice no static at all | |
serch true! |