[00:00.000] 作词 : Gunn, MF Doom
[00:06.157]As the life cycle goes on goes on
[00:09.908]And you learn to hold on (hold on)
[00:14.891]To things like the mic the mic
[00:20.392]And you learn to appreciate who is the nicest on said device
[00:20.946]But who is (The finest)
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[00:21.673]Time at shashuma, too much drama, blind behind the rumor
[00:24.431]Time and time and time, my mind, I'm trying to find a tumor
[00:26.682]Time at shashuma, no time for humor
[00:31.600]As soon as one of ya' men's dead in Hempstead, you trying to find Pumas
[00:34.847]Sooner the better, even knitted a sweater already
[00:36.098]Keep your leather, we coming through the brutal weather
[00:37.135]We ready to do whatever, yo' Doom you with it?
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[00:37.135](You know it like a poet, my brother)
[00:39.461](Hey, Gunn you wit it?) Whatever
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[00:40.461]I know about going paid to broke, to next day well-off
[00:41.953]To bust a shell off, to ****-riders: "Get the hell off"
[00:45.703]Made a call to a client, he must've had his cell off
[00:48.203]A show-off, he has the same bite but fell off
[00:50.712]I tell off the bat, from science to pure facts
[00:54.172]Which niggas is wack 'til they last two tracks
[00:55.680]Matter fact, y'all could wait for the rep to tell
[00:57.930]The tall-tale, how he escape from out the depths of hell
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[00:59.834]When die, he gon' die like a soldier die
[01:01.581]Holding a swollen eye, drinking Olde Gold
[01:03.335]Smoking a stog, watching po-po patrol the beach
[01:05.821]Blowing my high, rolling by, when Gunn die
[01:07.585]He gon' try to preach the streets then go to the sky
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[01:09.529]Yup! That hold water, like drizzle in a paper cup
[01:12.027]This one etched in stone, the chisel with the paper up
[01:14.778]I need a cut: a taper-up, edge-up
[01:16.532]Niggas can't measure up, I'm here to get the treasure up
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[01:19.283]Stands up and hold 'em high, do or die
[01:20.780]He got heat, no surprise, stop the beat, close your eyes
[01:22.780]Got the weed, rolling lah
[01:24.021]Not sweet, so no demise, all the guys drops seeds so multiply
[01:26.027]Within the prophecies hold the lie
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[01:30.781]He bled my mother and my father, but can't bleed me
[01:33.532]OD, ghetto misery, he bled my brother, my sister, but can't bleed me
[01:38.531]A OG, ghetto misery, bled my mother, my father, but can't bleed
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[01:42.781]Me sci-fly, whole style stuck up
[01:45.030]Used to talk to myself, I told him, "Shut the f*ck up!"
[01:47.527]Buckle up, cause it's about to be rough
[01:49.529]He said, "Keep talking that shit, you 'bout to be snuffed"
[01:52.281]Then we squashed it, I let em know: "Watch it
[01:54.531]We only met a time to join these rhymers in the mosh pit"
[01:57.531]Gosh, it feels great just to increase the chance
[01:59.769]For a ***** nigga face to hit the dance floor
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[02:01.775]I pull ya' top up, got clout, crack rock, what?
[02:04.030]Now it's all good business, and so this ***** is locked up
[02:06.281]On the dance floor: you got knocked out, your ***** got knocked up
[02:08.781]Baby-face, and hey can you brand you, brand new machete
[02:11.280]Damn, I just shook your hand and can't stand you already
[02:14.280]Can't stand you, understand you deadly
[02:15.774]But my hammer's like a band, my man, it's Brand New and Heavy
[02:18.280]Yo' Doom, you ready?
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[02:20.034](Yeah! Yo' Gunn, you with it?) Whatever
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[02:21.780]Come on stay, I wrote this rhyme on my born-day
[02:23.983]Remind me of the same style I flipped on "Hey!"
[02:25.734]Yikes! Who can f*ck with the likes
[02:27.985]Of one such who scores touchdown and spikes mic's
[02:30.228]Metal grill, with many styles, better still
[02:32.735]Feel like number 26 on a roulette wheel
[02:35.231]And deal, and run rings around rhymers
[02:37.985]And run rings like number runners whose old-timers
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[02:39.235]Shorty in the all black, she think she all that
[02:41.730]I called her, she said, "Don't call back!"
[02:43.223]She called me, now what you call that?
[02:44.227]Let's go back, I sold crack
[02:45.985]Hold gats, smoke that, drink that, toke that
[02:47.738]F*ck! Where that ho at? Where that dough at?
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[02:49.484]Suffering succotash! This hooker broke into his last buck of cash
[02:52.235]He love her, mother**** her ass
[02:53.985]Metal feet dented your car fender
[02:55.480]My agenda up in the basement party tipping the bartender
[02:59.441]Is unbeknownst to you who could get body blown?
[03:00.933]MF like Mike Fran Corleone
[03:02.940]And got it sown, maricon, like to know what you staring at?
[03:05.938]An invisible cat, who pull off a disappearing act
[03:07.939]Raised by a pack a wild womens like Sweetback
[03:10.440]Front? I'mma be back! (Like brothers in the street act)
[03:13.190](Surrounded by a bunch a bad *****es like Sweetback)
[03:15.381](F*ck with me I'll be back)
[03:16.629]Like niggas in the streets act (streets act!)