歌曲 | Come on Down |
歌手 | Big Daddy Kane |
专辑 | Prince of Darkness |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Verse one:big daddy kane | |
When i'm in motion it's just like the flow of the ocean | |
The weight of the words swerve and curve | |
My style flexes bigger than the state of texas | |
Quick as a lambourghini, smooth as a lexus | |
I guess that makes me the top of the line | |
Oh yes i'm the most prime of all time | |
Cause as soon as i pick up the mic and begin and the lyrics just start | |
To flowing, ahem ahem, coughing couldn't stop me from going | |
On with the rapture, so that i can capture | |
Your mind with state of the art music made to adap to | |
To knowledge the god on the groove | |
Because when my tongue moves i just loooove that i'm smooth | |
Do it with these and in times i leave reas | |
To give em a little of thje flavor that please | |
As i, school in the who in pursuin and doin and reignin again and the | |
Gutter and stutter and killin and chillin collectin the rent and | |
Jammin and slammin and damn it's | |
Too much for one mind to comprehend | |
A pure blend, the way that i make words mend | |
And, the way that i be doin rappers in | |
Michael bivins couldn't make these boyz ii men | |
I play, somethin verbally, capable to murder the | |
Average mc, the tough ones i'll burn third degree | |
And if you're thinkin that i'm takin a beatin | |
You're sure to see the pink panther speakin | |
Verse two: q-tip | |
I'm a native new yorker, i pitch a lot of porker | |
When i get my ride, i be the grill squawker | |
Tip's a smooth talker, i love alice walker | |
So get off the dillz and step back you little hawker | |
Better yet you hooker, you wanna show i book ya | |
The highest way i took ya, is youse a good looker | |
Queens is residential, i make the presidentials | |
Over instrumentals, i utilize the mentals | |
First saw big daddy at the place called union square | |
If you wnet in by yourself it was a terror | |
See, i could do that cause my crew is kinda phat | |
Outside we had the toolies, out west you call em gats | |
It's that, oh thanks chat, well let me drop some more shit | |
Bring your bats and balls and please don't forfeit | |
Cause you won't get away, your status will be stank | |
You can ride with me g i'm goin to the bank | |
To meet up with kane, up on dollar lane | |
You get the idea, cause page times is near | |
So rappers see they bug cause they really can't handle | |
Position from the rappin, cause some of them be slackin | |
Not in this sport of thought we block out the devil | |
The three different flavors, you know we on the level | |
Verse three: busta rhymes | |
Check it out, uhh! as i come down and get dumb | |
Yes roughneck, swingin along with the drum | |
Swimmin in the, track, retaliatin thorough is how | |
I react, busta rhymes will attack | |
As you feel the pain, bass kick impacts to the brain | |
Gotta make a mega migraine | |
Whattup? to the big daddy and tip | |
My trip, flip the rhyme, then i dip | |
Hey, hip-hop, cool, bust the interlude | |
Wack do ya on the stage gettin booed | |
This structure it takes, bust the angle of three different flavors | |
On a young raider choc well that's my vocal fader | |
Keep my volume on extra boom! | |
All the braids in my neck symbolizes that i want room | |
Word up, huh! here i am, damn | |
Dragon slayer stackin layer after layer | |
This jam will be ran while the record flim flam | |
Wiggle your front pram, to the runnin man | |
Sam, busta, rhymes, comin on time | |
L.o.n.s. did, rip a new design | |
Flavor one, taste the unborn baby | |
Flip before you move or catch a bad one baby | |
Chiggy change chump, the oversized puff | |
Busta pump you and the love, and then i rump | |
Emotional stter point, for the wild | |
Busta buckwild musically direct from strong isle | |
Unload, catch you like smell later | |
Dig on your taste of the third flavor, rrrarrrrhhh | |
Rarrarrrrh! direct from the lungs of the dragon, uh! |
Verse one: big daddy kane | |
When i' m in motion it' s just like the flow of the ocean | |
The weight of the words swerve and curve | |
My style flexes bigger than the state of texas | |
Quick as a lambourghini, smooth as a lexus | |
I guess that makes me the top of the line | |
Oh yes i' m the most prime of all time | |
Cause as soon as i pick up the mic and begin and the lyrics just start | |
To flowing, ahem ahem, coughing couldn' t stop me from going | |
On with the rapture, so that i can capture | |
Your mind with state of the art music made to adap to | |
To knowledge the god on the groove | |
Because when my tongue moves i just loooove that i' m smooth | |
Do it with these and in times i leave reas | |
To give em a little of thje flavor that please | |
As i, school in the who in pursuin and doin and reignin again and the | |
Gutter and stutter and killin and chillin collectin the rent and | |
Jammin and slammin and damn it' s | |
Too much for one mind to comprehend | |
A pure blend, the way that i make words mend | |
And, the way that i be doin rappers in | |
Michael bivins couldn' t make these boyz ii men | |
I play, somethin verbally, capable to murder the | |
Average mc, the tough ones i' ll burn third degree | |
And if you' re thinkin that i' m takin a beatin | |
You' re sure to see the pink panther speakin | |
Verse two: qtip | |
I' m a native new yorker, i pitch a lot of porker | |
When i get my ride, i be the grill squawker | |
Tip' s a smooth talker, i love alice walker | |
So get off the dillz and step back you little hawker | |
Better yet you hooker, you wanna show i book ya | |
The highest way i took ya, is youse a good looker | |
Queens is residential, i make the presidentials | |
Over instrumentals, i utilize the mentals | |
First saw big daddy at the place called union square | |
If you wnet in by yourself it was a terror | |
See, i could do that cause my crew is kinda phat | |
Outside we had the toolies, out west you call em gats | |
It' s that, oh thanks chat, well let me drop some more shit | |
Bring your bats and balls and please don' t forfeit | |
Cause you won' t get away, your status will be stank | |
You can ride with me g i' m goin to the bank | |
To meet up with kane, up on dollar lane | |
You get the idea, cause page times is near | |
So rappers see they bug cause they really can' t handle | |
Position from the rappin, cause some of them be slackin | |
Not in this sport of thought we block out the devil | |
The three different flavors, you know we on the level | |
Verse three: busta rhymes | |
Check it out, uhh! as i come down and get dumb | |
Yes roughneck, swingin along with the drum | |
Swimmin in the, track, retaliatin thorough is how | |
I react, busta rhymes will attack | |
As you feel the pain, bass kick impacts to the brain | |
Gotta make a mega migraine | |
Whattup? to the big daddy and tip | |
My trip, flip the rhyme, then i dip | |
Hey, hiphop, cool, bust the interlude | |
Wack do ya on the stage gettin booed | |
This structure it takes, bust the angle of three different flavors | |
On a young raider choc well that' s my vocal fader | |
Keep my volume on extra boom! | |
All the braids in my neck symbolizes that i want room | |
Word up, huh! here i am, damn | |
Dragon slayer stackin layer after layer | |
This jam will be ran while the record flim flam | |
Wiggle your front pram, to the runnin man | |
Sam, busta, rhymes, comin on time | |
L. o. n. s. did, rip a new design | |
Flavor one, taste the unborn baby | |
Flip before you move or catch a bad one baby | |
Chiggy change chump, the oversized puff | |
Busta pump you and the love, and then i rump | |
Emotional stter point, for the wild | |
Busta buckwild musically direct from strong isle | |
Unload, catch you like smell later | |
Dig on your taste of the third flavor, rrrarrrrhhh | |
Rarrarrrrh! direct from the lungs of the dragon, uh! |
Verse one: big daddy kane | |
When i' m in motion it' s just like the flow of the ocean | |
The weight of the words swerve and curve | |
My style flexes bigger than the state of texas | |
Quick as a lambourghini, smooth as a lexus | |
I guess that makes me the top of the line | |
Oh yes i' m the most prime of all time | |
Cause as soon as i pick up the mic and begin and the lyrics just start | |
To flowing, ahem ahem, coughing couldn' t stop me from going | |
On with the rapture, so that i can capture | |
Your mind with state of the art music made to adap to | |
To knowledge the god on the groove | |
Because when my tongue moves i just loooove that i' m smooth | |
Do it with these and in times i leave reas | |
To give em a little of thje flavor that please | |
As i, school in the who in pursuin and doin and reignin again and the | |
Gutter and stutter and killin and chillin collectin the rent and | |
Jammin and slammin and damn it' s | |
Too much for one mind to comprehend | |
A pure blend, the way that i make words mend | |
And, the way that i be doin rappers in | |
Michael bivins couldn' t make these boyz ii men | |
I play, somethin verbally, capable to murder the | |
Average mc, the tough ones i' ll burn third degree | |
And if you' re thinkin that i' m takin a beatin | |
You' re sure to see the pink panther speakin | |
Verse two: qtip | |
I' m a native new yorker, i pitch a lot of porker | |
When i get my ride, i be the grill squawker | |
Tip' s a smooth talker, i love alice walker | |
So get off the dillz and step back you little hawker | |
Better yet you hooker, you wanna show i book ya | |
The highest way i took ya, is youse a good looker | |
Queens is residential, i make the presidentials | |
Over instrumentals, i utilize the mentals | |
First saw big daddy at the place called union square | |
If you wnet in by yourself it was a terror | |
See, i could do that cause my crew is kinda phat | |
Outside we had the toolies, out west you call em gats | |
It' s that, oh thanks chat, well let me drop some more shit | |
Bring your bats and balls and please don' t forfeit | |
Cause you won' t get away, your status will be stank | |
You can ride with me g i' m goin to the bank | |
To meet up with kane, up on dollar lane | |
You get the idea, cause page times is near | |
So rappers see they bug cause they really can' t handle | |
Position from the rappin, cause some of them be slackin | |
Not in this sport of thought we block out the devil | |
The three different flavors, you know we on the level | |
Verse three: busta rhymes | |
Check it out, uhh! as i come down and get dumb | |
Yes roughneck, swingin along with the drum | |
Swimmin in the, track, retaliatin thorough is how | |
I react, busta rhymes will attack | |
As you feel the pain, bass kick impacts to the brain | |
Gotta make a mega migraine | |
Whattup? to the big daddy and tip | |
My trip, flip the rhyme, then i dip | |
Hey, hiphop, cool, bust the interlude | |
Wack do ya on the stage gettin booed | |
This structure it takes, bust the angle of three different flavors | |
On a young raider choc well that' s my vocal fader | |
Keep my volume on extra boom! | |
All the braids in my neck symbolizes that i want room | |
Word up, huh! here i am, damn | |
Dragon slayer stackin layer after layer | |
This jam will be ran while the record flim flam | |
Wiggle your front pram, to the runnin man | |
Sam, busta, rhymes, comin on time | |
L. o. n. s. did, rip a new design | |
Flavor one, taste the unborn baby | |
Flip before you move or catch a bad one baby | |
Chiggy change chump, the oversized puff | |
Busta pump you and the love, and then i rump | |
Emotional stter point, for the wild | |
Busta buckwild musically direct from strong isle | |
Unload, catch you like smell later | |
Dig on your taste of the third flavor, rrrarrrrhhh | |
Rarrarrrrh! direct from the lungs of the dragon, uh! |