歌曲 | Verbal Graffiti |
歌手 | Cormega |
专辑 | The True Meaning |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : McKay |
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[00:19.856] | I'm like a panther in the dark |
[00:21.656] | Silent when I strike the paper |
[00:22.887] | Like a dagger in your heart |
[00:24.176] | When I write I leave a mark |
[00:25.452] | I seen the NARCs before they even bark |
[00:27.252] | Told son, "Leave the block" |
[00:28.367] | Get that money upstairs |
[00:29.514] | In case the currency is marked |
[00:30.908] | Beat a man who plot against me, God forgive me |
[00:33.195] | My enemies die in the street and my heat is empty |
[00:35.714] | Coincidentally |
[00:36.934] | The same fate was meant for me |
[00:38.814] | My AK's my lawyer |
[00:39.871] | When it's on, it represent for me |
[00:41.288] | Vacate the sentence |
[00:42.530] | Case acquitted when your face get splitted |
[00:43.946] | I stay spittin' with grace, chain glistenin' |
[00:46.373] | Gray timberlands, my niggas face predicaments |
[00:48.775] | But we could either live, die, or face imprisonment |
[00:51.365] | Take a hit of this |
[00:52.410] | Uncut raw, a taste will numb your jaw |
[00:54.186] | My rhyme is on consignment |
[00:55.626] | Just in case you wanted more |
[00:57.053] | Lyrics are furious |
[00:58.330] | I reign imperious |
[00:59.712] | Niggas ain't fuckin' with me son, I'm dead serious |
[01:01.673] | Streets personify me |
[01:03.450] | Like heat I keep beside me |
[01:04.774] | Either I be, the most underrated lyrical |
[01:07.188] | Drug-related nigga who gun be blazin in the projects |
[01:09.650] | A prosperous drug block is subject to conquest |
[01:12.447] | Where I'm from |
[01:13.389] | A fiend'll sell a heater for 5 jums |
[01:15.512] | Dealers scatter when D's or Y come |
[01:17.486] | R.I.P. is written on walls for people who die young |
[01:20.133] | And niggas either dream of b-balling, or to be balling |
[01:22.990] | Sometimes it's hard for me to write |
[01:25.311] | Son, the streets calling |
[01:26.286] | Patience is a virtue |
[01:27.051] | Temptation will hurt you |
[01:28.294] | And sentence to a bid |
[01:29.444] | Your fake friends will desert you |
[01:30.732] | Til' you're assed out |
[01:31.963] | Screaming life's a bitch that burnt you |
[01:33.368] | I don't expect a fake nigga to feel this |
[01:37.431] | Look in my eyes, stare at the realness |
[01:46.000] | |
[01:49.668] | I was corrupted by drug supply |
[01:50.712] | Fly kicks, and buckin' nines |
[01:51.746] | Looking up at the skies |
[01:53.267] | Thinking I'm too young to die |
[01:54.671] | Thoughts of conquering |
[01:56.053] | Though we were taught not to sin |
[01:57.062] | Supreme Court and death got a nigga losing lots of friends |
[01:59.407] | My pen's immortal like Mommy in heaven |
[02:01.683] | No man can harm you |
[02:02.368] | An army of angels with true love is there to guard you |
[02:05.166] | Tell my dog Blue, I love him like a brother |
[02:07.291] | The deep shit |
[02:08.149] | Three bricks remain uncut |
[02:09.566] | But the industry didn't want me in |
[02:11.262] | They try to condemn me |
[02:12.446] | Sprewell of rap, they even try to suspend me |
[02:14.941] | Yet a thug nigga rise |
[02:16.369] | People are snakes, and justice is blind |
[02:18.064] | My jury is my gun on my side |
[02:20.281] | Son I write with the trifeness |
[02:21.488] | Engraved in Tyson |
[02:23.068] | Curse the shots that left BIG and Pac lifeless |
[02:25.924] | The realness |
[02:26.608] | Some try to conceal this |
[02:27.863] | Despite that fact, niggas can't match my lyrical illness |
[02:30.265] | I'm a key |
[02:33.109] | You three grams with cut in it |
[02:34.108] | If you want it |
[02:34.829] | I don't give a fuck, nigga |
[02:36.140] | Rapper slash drug dealer |
[02:37.208] | Slash I bust my gun, nigga |
[02:39.147] | Slash your face with a rug, nigga |
[02:41.283] | What's the meaning (echoes 9x) |
[02:46.844] |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : McKay |
[00:00.000] | |
[00:16.000] | |
[00:19.856] | I' m like a panther in the dark |
[00:21.656] | Silent when I strike the paper |
[00:22.887] | Like a dagger in your heart |
[00:24.176] | When I write I leave a mark |
[00:25.452] | I seen the NARCs before they even bark |
[00:27.252] | Told son, " Leave the block" |
[00:28.367] | Get that money upstairs |
[00:29.514] | In case the currency is marked |
[00:30.908] | Beat a man who plot against me, God forgive me |
[00:33.195] | My enemies die in the street and my heat is empty |
[00:35.714] | Coincidentally |
[00:36.934] | The same fate was meant for me |
[00:38.814] | My AK' s my lawyer |
[00:39.871] | When it' s on, it represent for me |
[00:41.288] | Vacate the sentence |
[00:42.530] | Case acquitted when your face get splitted |
[00:43.946] | I stay spittin' with grace, chain glistenin' |
[00:46.373] | Gray timberlands, my niggas face predicaments |
[00:48.775] | But we could either live, die, or face imprisonment |
[00:51.365] | Take a hit of this |
[00:52.410] | Uncut raw, a taste will numb your jaw |
[00:54.186] | My rhyme is on consignment |
[00:55.626] | Just in case you wanted more |
[00:57.053] | Lyrics are furious |
[00:58.330] | I reign imperious |
[00:59.712] | Niggas ain' t fuckin' with me son, I' m dead serious |
[01:01.673] | Streets personify me |
[01:03.450] | Like heat I keep beside me |
[01:04.774] | Either I be, the most underrated lyrical |
[01:07.188] | Drugrelated nigga who gun be blazin in the projects |
[01:09.650] | A prosperous drug block is subject to conquest |
[01:12.447] | Where I' m from |
[01:13.389] | A fiend' ll sell a heater for 5 jums |
[01:15.512] | Dealers scatter when D' s or Y come |
[01:17.486] | R. I. P. is written on walls for people who die young |
[01:20.133] | And niggas either dream of bballing, or to be balling |
[01:22.990] | Sometimes it' s hard for me to write |
[01:25.311] | Son, the streets calling |
[01:26.286] | Patience is a virtue |
[01:27.051] | Temptation will hurt you |
[01:28.294] | And sentence to a bid |
[01:29.444] | Your fake friends will desert you |
[01:30.732] | Til' you' re assed out |
[01:31.963] | Screaming life' s a bitch that burnt you |
[01:33.368] | I don' t expect a fake nigga to feel this |
[01:37.431] | Look in my eyes, stare at the realness |
[01:46.000] | |
[01:49.668] | I was corrupted by drug supply |
[01:50.712] | Fly kicks, and buckin' nines |
[01:51.746] | Looking up at the skies |
[01:53.267] | Thinking I' m too young to die |
[01:54.671] | Thoughts of conquering |
[01:56.053] | Though we were taught not to sin |
[01:57.062] | Supreme Court and death got a nigga losing lots of friends |
[01:59.407] | My pen' s immortal like Mommy in heaven |
[02:01.683] | No man can harm you |
[02:02.368] | An army of angels with true love is there to guard you |
[02:05.166] | Tell my dog Blue, I love him like a brother |
[02:07.291] | The deep shit |
[02:08.149] | Three bricks remain uncut |
[02:09.566] | But the industry didn' t want me in |
[02:11.262] | They try to condemn me |
[02:12.446] | Sprewell of rap, they even try to suspend me |
[02:14.941] | Yet a thug nigga rise |
[02:16.369] | People are snakes, and justice is blind |
[02:18.064] | My jury is my gun on my side |
[02:20.281] | Son I write with the trifeness |
[02:21.488] | Engraved in Tyson |
[02:23.068] | Curse the shots that left BIG and Pac lifeless |
[02:25.924] | The realness |
[02:26.608] | Some try to conceal this |
[02:27.863] | Despite that fact, niggas can' t match my lyrical illness |
[02:30.265] | I' m a key |
[02:33.109] | You three grams with cut in it |
[02:34.108] | If you want it |
[02:34.829] | I don' t give a fuck, nigga |
[02:36.140] | Rapper slash drug dealer |
[02:37.208] | Slash I bust my gun, nigga |
[02:39.147] | Slash your face with a rug, nigga |
[02:41.283] | What' s the meaning echoes 9x |
[02:46.844] |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : McKay |
[00:00.000] | |
[00:16.000] | |
[00:19.856] | I' m like a panther in the dark |
[00:21.656] | Silent when I strike the paper |
[00:22.887] | Like a dagger in your heart |
[00:24.176] | When I write I leave a mark |
[00:25.452] | I seen the NARCs before they even bark |
[00:27.252] | Told son, " Leave the block" |
[00:28.367] | Get that money upstairs |
[00:29.514] | In case the currency is marked |
[00:30.908] | Beat a man who plot against me, God forgive me |
[00:33.195] | My enemies die in the street and my heat is empty |
[00:35.714] | Coincidentally |
[00:36.934] | The same fate was meant for me |
[00:38.814] | My AK' s my lawyer |
[00:39.871] | When it' s on, it represent for me |
[00:41.288] | Vacate the sentence |
[00:42.530] | Case acquitted when your face get splitted |
[00:43.946] | I stay spittin' with grace, chain glistenin' |
[00:46.373] | Gray timberlands, my niggas face predicaments |
[00:48.775] | But we could either live, die, or face imprisonment |
[00:51.365] | Take a hit of this |
[00:52.410] | Uncut raw, a taste will numb your jaw |
[00:54.186] | My rhyme is on consignment |
[00:55.626] | Just in case you wanted more |
[00:57.053] | Lyrics are furious |
[00:58.330] | I reign imperious |
[00:59.712] | Niggas ain' t fuckin' with me son, I' m dead serious |
[01:01.673] | Streets personify me |
[01:03.450] | Like heat I keep beside me |
[01:04.774] | Either I be, the most underrated lyrical |
[01:07.188] | Drugrelated nigga who gun be blazin in the projects |
[01:09.650] | A prosperous drug block is subject to conquest |
[01:12.447] | Where I' m from |
[01:13.389] | A fiend' ll sell a heater for 5 jums |
[01:15.512] | Dealers scatter when D' s or Y come |
[01:17.486] | R. I. P. is written on walls for people who die young |
[01:20.133] | And niggas either dream of bballing, or to be balling |
[01:22.990] | Sometimes it' s hard for me to write |
[01:25.311] | Son, the streets calling |
[01:26.286] | Patience is a virtue |
[01:27.051] | Temptation will hurt you |
[01:28.294] | And sentence to a bid |
[01:29.444] | Your fake friends will desert you |
[01:30.732] | Til' you' re assed out |
[01:31.963] | Screaming life' s a bitch that burnt you |
[01:33.368] | I don' t expect a fake nigga to feel this |
[01:37.431] | Look in my eyes, stare at the realness |
[01:46.000] | |
[01:49.668] | I was corrupted by drug supply |
[01:50.712] | Fly kicks, and buckin' nines |
[01:51.746] | Looking up at the skies |
[01:53.267] | Thinking I' m too young to die |
[01:54.671] | Thoughts of conquering |
[01:56.053] | Though we were taught not to sin |
[01:57.062] | Supreme Court and death got a nigga losing lots of friends |
[01:59.407] | My pen' s immortal like Mommy in heaven |
[02:01.683] | No man can harm you |
[02:02.368] | An army of angels with true love is there to guard you |
[02:05.166] | Tell my dog Blue, I love him like a brother |
[02:07.291] | The deep shit |
[02:08.149] | Three bricks remain uncut |
[02:09.566] | But the industry didn' t want me in |
[02:11.262] | They try to condemn me |
[02:12.446] | Sprewell of rap, they even try to suspend me |
[02:14.941] | Yet a thug nigga rise |
[02:16.369] | People are snakes, and justice is blind |
[02:18.064] | My jury is my gun on my side |
[02:20.281] | Son I write with the trifeness |
[02:21.488] | Engraved in Tyson |
[02:23.068] | Curse the shots that left BIG and Pac lifeless |
[02:25.924] | The realness |
[02:26.608] | Some try to conceal this |
[02:27.863] | Despite that fact, niggas can' t match my lyrical illness |
[02:30.265] | I' m a key |
[02:33.109] | You three grams with cut in it |
[02:34.108] | If you want it |
[02:34.829] | I don' t give a fuck, nigga |
[02:36.140] | Rapper slash drug dealer |
[02:37.208] | Slash I bust my gun, nigga |
[02:39.147] | Slash your face with a rug, nigga |
[02:41.283] | What' s the meaning echoes 9x |
[02:46.844] |