歌曲 | Recognized Thresholds of Negative Stress |
歌手 | Boogiemonsters |
专辑 | Riders of the Storm: The Underwater Album |
作词 : Jackson, McCann, Myers, Myers ... | |
Verse One: Mondo, Vex | |
I can see your only eyes, locked into your skull | |
My backbone the zone and when I roam my mind is full | |
Guess who? I'm swoopin through the air like pestilence | |
I know your nerves are shot and skin is tight from my presence | |
Got the aura of a gazelle and roll like an ox | |
I linger in the air and make my vocals bust shots | |
to your dome, I'm thicker than a junkie's nostrils or veins | |
the membrane, of a party, nucleus of the brain | |
The cytoplasma, is gettin phatter as it grows | |
and expansions of the soul so throw the trash below dig within | |
Your mental will extend upon arrival of the truth the spiritual | |
ya hear it nigga you'll get loose | |
So light the wick and let's get busy | |
Like a stick into your teeth | |
I override the threshold, and take it back to the sea | |
Who can it be? Dance up in the party | |
Come and grab the microphone, come and move my body | |
Well I came through the door, I said it before | |
I never let the stress get me down anymore | |
So as we walk through the thresholds of snake in the grass | |
I thought of super vicious shapes, lyrics begin to mass | |
Feel the blast as the format of the rap smakcs the skit | |
No profanity but the tongue is rough spit | |
Verbal vomit, strings the atomic | |
Some electrospectroscopic storm, rising from the quorum | |
It's like what? All up in your grill as we be strokin to the doom | |
Eliminating gloom as we walk in | |
With the WalkMan's on, turned up to ten | |
Apocalypse is comin, Boogiemonsters', transcend | |
With the | |
Dan-ne-na, dan-ne-na | |
Dan-ne-nanny-yah on your block | |
Rock the ill one for energy, blesses as the mess | |
Penetrates the thresholds of negative stress | |
Chorus: Repeat 2X | |
(Dan-ne-na, dan-ne-na) The recognized thresholds of negative stress | |
(Dan-nah-nah-neyaa) The recognized thresholds of negative stress | |
Verse Two: Yodared, Myntric | |
I like the bare back when I rip my rap on the track | |
MC's be beggin for mercy, but we don't be cuttin no slack, see | |
Yoda's on attack and Myntrick got my back | |
Peep the ver-nacular, cause I don't know how to act | |
Spectacular, back you up like Dracula | |
Feedin off the energies, flip em like french toast I be the spatula | |
My man my blackness, we're, comin through the fatness | |
The drifter, floatin to the mist of the wackness | |
Attack us like a virus, look into my iris | |
Save that Achey Breaky Heart stuff for Billy Ray Cyrus | |
Just one of four Jugganauts, breakin down the walls | |
I fall into my zone and I realize all | |
So bring the noise b-boys, cause we're back | |
Peep the naked flow, bust the dreaded afro check the track | |
and plus the microphone, when I take you back | |
Represent the Boogie Down, moster when the sound hold me black | |
Chorus: | |
Verse Three: Vex, Mondo | |
Well it's the taker of the took-en, the shaker of the shook-en | |
My head will bop and rock like the niggaz bop in Brooklyn | |
on the block, so you don't stop | |
And ya don't stop when I rock and the nine goes pop | |
Remember me, I be the kid with the Catholic uniform | |
But nowadays, ahh, the girlies just swarm | |
I don't know why, I'm walkin through the negative stress | |
Ghinga levi, is use-ful and still may get the thresh | |
Well I'm that little peasy-headed kid from back in the day | |
The one that could run fast, cut and go the other way | |
and run a three-eight forty, leave ya in the chills | |
Leave ya at the twenty standin still holdin ya dillz | |
I used to get frustrated with my Nike's | |
It never matched my wears, I used to be in tears | |
I used to be chillin, I used to roll dice | |
Nowadays I'm thrillin, my wears are twice as nice | |
And nice on the rhyme flip, watch how my rhyme tip | |
Just gets more complex, as we come, let me say my name is Vex | |
Fe fi fo fum, ho hum, yes I said it, before | |
But bring it in, Mondo, my man cause he got more | |
One day I be the rich and famous sittin in my Nova | |
Scoopin chicks, gettin chicks, to flip like bend over | |
Got my powerful, ice-ring, and everybody's witness | |
and the swing techniques, so flow you fly freak | |
So in ninety-four, yo, it's all about the music | |
Here it comes, spiritually, now you can, use it | |
So ah, eliminate the worst and the best | |
And eliminate the threshold, of negative stress |
zuò cí : Jackson, McCann, Myers, Myers ... | |
Verse One: Mondo, Vex | |
I can see your only eyes, locked into your skull | |
My backbone the zone and when I roam my mind is full | |
Guess who? I' m swoopin through the air like pestilence | |
I know your nerves are shot and skin is tight from my presence | |
Got the aura of a gazelle and roll like an ox | |
I linger in the air and make my vocals bust shots | |
to your dome, I' m thicker than a junkie' s nostrils or veins | |
the membrane, of a party, nucleus of the brain | |
The cytoplasma, is gettin phatter as it grows | |
and expansions of the soul so throw the trash below dig within | |
Your mental will extend upon arrival of the truth the spiritual | |
ya hear it nigga you' ll get loose | |
So light the wick and let' s get busy | |
Like a stick into your teeth | |
I override the threshold, and take it back to the sea | |
Who can it be? Dance up in the party | |
Come and grab the microphone, come and move my body | |
Well I came through the door, I said it before | |
I never let the stress get me down anymore | |
So as we walk through the thresholds of snake in the grass | |
I thought of super vicious shapes, lyrics begin to mass | |
Feel the blast as the format of the rap smakcs the skit | |
No profanity but the tongue is rough spit | |
Verbal vomit, strings the atomic | |
Some electrospectroscopic storm, rising from the quorum | |
It' s like what? All up in your grill as we be strokin to the doom | |
Eliminating gloom as we walk in | |
With the WalkMan' s on, turned up to ten | |
Apocalypse is comin, Boogiemonsters', transcend | |
With the | |
Dannena, dannena | |
Dannenannyyah on your block | |
Rock the ill one for energy, blesses as the mess | |
Penetrates the thresholds of negative stress | |
Chorus: Repeat 2X | |
Dannena, dannena The recognized thresholds of negative stress | |
Dannahnahneyaa The recognized thresholds of negative stress | |
Verse Two: Yodared, Myntric | |
I like the bare back when I rip my rap on the track | |
MC' s be beggin for mercy, but we don' t be cuttin no slack, see | |
Yoda' s on attack and Myntrick got my back | |
Peep the vernacular, cause I don' t know how to act | |
Spectacular, back you up like Dracula | |
Feedin off the energies, flip em like french toast I be the spatula | |
My man my blackness, we' re, comin through the fatness | |
The drifter, floatin to the mist of the wackness | |
Attack us like a virus, look into my iris | |
Save that Achey Breaky Heart stuff for Billy Ray Cyrus | |
Just one of four Jugganauts, breakin down the walls | |
I fall into my zone and I realize all | |
So bring the noise bboys, cause we' re back | |
Peep the naked flow, bust the dreaded afro check the track | |
and plus the microphone, when I take you back | |
Represent the Boogie Down, moster when the sound hold me black | |
Chorus: | |
Verse Three: Vex, Mondo | |
Well it' s the taker of the tooken, the shaker of the shooken | |
My head will bop and rock like the niggaz bop in Brooklyn | |
on the block, so you don' t stop | |
And ya don' t stop when I rock and the nine goes pop | |
Remember me, I be the kid with the Catholic uniform | |
But nowadays, ahh, the girlies just swarm | |
I don' t know why, I' m walkin through the negative stress | |
Ghinga levi, is useful and still may get the thresh | |
Well I' m that little peasyheaded kid from back in the day | |
The one that could run fast, cut and go the other way | |
and run a threeeight forty, leave ya in the chills | |
Leave ya at the twenty standin still holdin ya dillz | |
I used to get frustrated with my Nike' s | |
It never matched my wears, I used to be in tears | |
I used to be chillin, I used to roll dice | |
Nowadays I' m thrillin, my wears are twice as nice | |
And nice on the rhyme flip, watch how my rhyme tip | |
Just gets more complex, as we come, let me say my name is Vex | |
Fe fi fo fum, ho hum, yes I said it, before | |
But bring it in, Mondo, my man cause he got more | |
One day I be the rich and famous sittin in my Nova | |
Scoopin chicks, gettin chicks, to flip like bend over | |
Got my powerful, icering, and everybody' s witness | |
and the swing techniques, so flow you fly freak | |
So in ninetyfour, yo, it' s all about the music | |
Here it comes, spiritually, now you can, use it | |
So ah, eliminate the worst and the best | |
And eliminate the threshold, of negative stress |