歌曲 | Indy 500 |
歌手 | Binary Star |
专辑 | Masters of the Universe |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Decompoze | |
(feat. Decompoze) | |
(sample from the movie "They Live") | |
Thought you boys understood it's business? That's all it is | |
You still don't get it, do you boys? No more good guys! | |
They're running the whole show, they own everything | |
The whole damn planet, they can do whatever they want! | |
What's wrong with having it good for a change? | |
And they're gonna let us have it good if we just help 'em | |
They're gonna leave us alone! Let us make some money! | |
You can have a little taste of that good life too | |
Now I know you want it, hell everybody does | |
You'd do it to your own kind | |
What's the threat? We all sell out everyday | |
Might as well be on the winnin team! | |
(Decompoze) | |
Yo, this is Decompoze, and I gotta say | |
we need to try to keep this music to ourselves | |
We sellin out this art, for some money | |
to a guy who don't care nothin about this music | |
We gotta keep it to ourselves, tryin to win the Indy 500 | |
Like this, check it out, check it out, check it out | |
(Chorus x2) | |
All we need is beats and rhymes to go and spark it | |
As long we got the underground, yo we got a market | |
I don't need a major to tell me how to run it | |
Cause my goal's to win the Indy 500 | |
(Decompoze) | |
Start your engines, mo' pole positions got me sittin | |
In the fifth row, you only go if your gassed like Citco | |
And since my, terrorist, car's brand new | |
My pit crew consists of me, and the Binary too | |
For your car, you got the luxuries of a star | |
You got a crew of two dozen plus an A&R | |
That's your axle and your ratchet man | |
Cause after he get rich, man | |
you skit out on the ditch and be abandoned, need refixin | |
You also got the pressure, first to second no lesser | |
If you don't, you think you'll drive again, you'd never | |
See, it's not about the car it's the way you drivin it | |
If you cats is lame, can't maintain than you won't survive in it | |
I'm revivin it, the record wreckage I steer though | |
Comin from behind, unseen by rear view | |
You sleep in your seat, don't even know what's the deal | |
No suggestions on directions, they're controllin your wheel | |
And if you ever finish first a platinum trophy is risen | |
Your prize money? Your staff of 2 dozen got dibs in | |
Know the cars, know the race, cause if you get outsmarted | |
It doesn't matter where you finish, you'll end up where you started | |
(Chorus x2) | |
(Hook) | |
My goal's to win the Indy 500 | |
My goal's to win the Indy 500 | |
My goal's to win the Indy 500 | |
My goal's to win, my goal's to win, my goal's to win | |
(Decompoze) | |
It's the battle of Dave and Goliath, the big and small | |
We need to take control of this shit, and get it all | |
Expect these rec' execs to take a fall | |
I came to collect my checks and that's my call | |
Don't confuse it, they pay your dumb ass, to abuse it | |
To get rich they use it, then they call it nigga music | |
You lose it, you're sold for some crumbs and promo | |
But if you really want the dough bro, you would go solo | |
You put food on your table playin the game wrong | |
While you dialing that fast food, they eat filet mignon | |
They applied the pressure, so you gave 'em a song | |
And if that shit don't hit, the next day you're gone | |
They make you a public nuisance, every unit you get two cents | |
I got influenced, the underground, the X factor | |
Record deals' slavery, so when you sign say, "Yes master" | |
(Chorus x2) | |
(Hook x2) | |
(Chorus) | |
(Ad-libs to fade) |
zuo qu : Decompoze | |
feat. Decompoze | |
sample from the movie " They Live" | |
Thought you boys understood it' s business? That' s all it is | |
You still don' t get it, do you boys? No more good guys! | |
They' re running the whole show, they own everything | |
The whole damn planet, they can do whatever they want! | |
What' s wrong with having it good for a change? | |
And they' re gonna let us have it good if we just help ' em | |
They' re gonna leave us alone! Let us make some money! | |
You can have a little taste of that good life too | |
Now I know you want it, hell everybody does | |
You' d do it to your own kind | |
What' s the threat? We all sell out everyday | |
Might as well be on the winnin team! | |
Decompoze | |
Yo, this is Decompoze, and I gotta say | |
we need to try to keep this music to ourselves | |
We sellin out this art, for some money | |
to a guy who don' t care nothin about this music | |
We gotta keep it to ourselves, tryin to win the Indy 500 | |
Like this, check it out, check it out, check it out | |
Chorus x2 | |
All we need is beats and rhymes to go and spark it | |
As long we got the underground, yo we got a market | |
I don' t need a major to tell me how to run it | |
Cause my goal' s to win the Indy 500 | |
Decompoze | |
Start your engines, mo' pole positions got me sittin | |
In the fifth row, you only go if your gassed like Citco | |
And since my, terrorist, car' s brand new | |
My pit crew consists of me, and the Binary too | |
For your car, you got the luxuries of a star | |
You got a crew of two dozen plus an A R | |
That' s your axle and your ratchet man | |
Cause after he get rich, man | |
you skit out on the ditch and be abandoned, need refixin | |
You also got the pressure, first to second no lesser | |
If you don' t, you think you' ll drive again, you' d never | |
See, it' s not about the car it' s the way you drivin it | |
If you cats is lame, can' t maintain than you won' t survive in it | |
I' m revivin it, the record wreckage I steer though | |
Comin from behind, unseen by rear view | |
You sleep in your seat, don' t even know what' s the deal | |
No suggestions on directions, they' re controllin your wheel | |
And if you ever finish first a platinum trophy is risen | |
Your prize money? Your staff of 2 dozen got dibs in | |
Know the cars, know the race, cause if you get outsmarted | |
It doesn' t matter where you finish, you' ll end up where you started | |
Chorus x2 | |
Hook | |
My goal' s to win the Indy 500 | |
My goal' s to win the Indy 500 | |
My goal' s to win the Indy 500 | |
My goal' s to win, my goal' s to win, my goal' s to win | |
Decompoze | |
It' s the battle of Dave and Goliath, the big and small | |
We need to take control of this shit, and get it all | |
Expect these rec' execs to take a fall | |
I came to collect my checks and that' s my call | |
Don' t confuse it, they pay your dumb ass, to abuse it | |
To get rich they use it, then they call it nigga music | |
You lose it, you' re sold for some crumbs and promo | |
But if you really want the dough bro, you would go solo | |
You put food on your table playin the game wrong | |
While you dialing that fast food, they eat filet mignon | |
They applied the pressure, so you gave ' em a song | |
And if that shit don' t hit, the next day you' re gone | |
They make you a public nuisance, every unit you get two cents | |
I got influenced, the underground, the X factor | |
Record deals' slavery, so when you sign say, " Yes master" | |
Chorus x2 | |
Hook x2 | |
Chorus | |
Adlibs to fade |
zuò qǔ : Decompoze | |
feat. Decompoze | |
sample from the movie " They Live" | |
Thought you boys understood it' s business? That' s all it is | |
You still don' t get it, do you boys? No more good guys! | |
They' re running the whole show, they own everything | |
The whole damn planet, they can do whatever they want! | |
What' s wrong with having it good for a change? | |
And they' re gonna let us have it good if we just help ' em | |
They' re gonna leave us alone! Let us make some money! | |
You can have a little taste of that good life too | |
Now I know you want it, hell everybody does | |
You' d do it to your own kind | |
What' s the threat? We all sell out everyday | |
Might as well be on the winnin team! | |
Decompoze | |
Yo, this is Decompoze, and I gotta say | |
we need to try to keep this music to ourselves | |
We sellin out this art, for some money | |
to a guy who don' t care nothin about this music | |
We gotta keep it to ourselves, tryin to win the Indy 500 | |
Like this, check it out, check it out, check it out | |
Chorus x2 | |
All we need is beats and rhymes to go and spark it | |
As long we got the underground, yo we got a market | |
I don' t need a major to tell me how to run it | |
Cause my goal' s to win the Indy 500 | |
Decompoze | |
Start your engines, mo' pole positions got me sittin | |
In the fifth row, you only go if your gassed like Citco | |
And since my, terrorist, car' s brand new | |
My pit crew consists of me, and the Binary too | |
For your car, you got the luxuries of a star | |
You got a crew of two dozen plus an A R | |
That' s your axle and your ratchet man | |
Cause after he get rich, man | |
you skit out on the ditch and be abandoned, need refixin | |
You also got the pressure, first to second no lesser | |
If you don' t, you think you' ll drive again, you' d never | |
See, it' s not about the car it' s the way you drivin it | |
If you cats is lame, can' t maintain than you won' t survive in it | |
I' m revivin it, the record wreckage I steer though | |
Comin from behind, unseen by rear view | |
You sleep in your seat, don' t even know what' s the deal | |
No suggestions on directions, they' re controllin your wheel | |
And if you ever finish first a platinum trophy is risen | |
Your prize money? Your staff of 2 dozen got dibs in | |
Know the cars, know the race, cause if you get outsmarted | |
It doesn' t matter where you finish, you' ll end up where you started | |
Chorus x2 | |
Hook | |
My goal' s to win the Indy 500 | |
My goal' s to win the Indy 500 | |
My goal' s to win the Indy 500 | |
My goal' s to win, my goal' s to win, my goal' s to win | |
Decompoze | |
It' s the battle of Dave and Goliath, the big and small | |
We need to take control of this shit, and get it all | |
Expect these rec' execs to take a fall | |
I came to collect my checks and that' s my call | |
Don' t confuse it, they pay your dumb ass, to abuse it | |
To get rich they use it, then they call it nigga music | |
You lose it, you' re sold for some crumbs and promo | |
But if you really want the dough bro, you would go solo | |
You put food on your table playin the game wrong | |
While you dialing that fast food, they eat filet mignon | |
They applied the pressure, so you gave ' em a song | |
And if that shit don' t hit, the next day you' re gone | |
They make you a public nuisance, every unit you get two cents | |
I got influenced, the underground, the X factor | |
Record deals' slavery, so when you sign say, " Yes master" | |
Chorus x2 | |
Hook x2 | |
Chorus | |
Adlibs to fade |