作曲 : Opio Lindsey Yeah, you know my crew is thick Makin chicks go buckwild and act a lunatic I'm not a fugitive, hit me on my voodoo bip On the Hiero bus, smokin out the hookah wit Hydro bazooka ****, blowin out your mucus membrane Yeah, you can spit game, but who can explain How your woman in Spain with Miguel? Well his real life don't match the stories he tell Pedallin propaganda, wearer of the handcuffs In a plastic cell, look straight for the camera From Atlanta to Havana, they broadcastin "Channel Zero" I'm in your ear though, sort of like a black antenna I throw my hand up, body electric Receive God's blessings how I stay protected [cut and scratched] [Professor X] "This is protected!" [Opio] Nowadays young boys have to handle the fifth Like John Hannibal Smith, put the ammo in the clip Catch you in a alleyway, blam you in the rear Run up in your crib, go gorilla on your family And it ain't about a rap song, they do it for the cash homes.. .. what comes around goes around You might catch one if you own this town And that's well known so hold it down When you try to blame hip-hop, for who gets shot I point my finger at the President, it's his fault No amount of Harvard slick talk can pick apart that one Delinquents on the ave know what's happenin (uh) I throw my hand up, body electric Receive God's blessings how I stay protected, protected, protected [cut and scratched] [Professor X] "This is protected!" [Opio] Resistin as a seminal for centuries and evermore Spit it in a metaphor, get it at your record store Let's make it crystal clear, listen here Blood spilled on the battlefield or shed in a tear Recharge, reshape, then reappear Then reformulate before we commandeer It's the renaissance, from Port-au-Prince, to in the Bronx And back to Oakland, the wheels in motion We coastin - thunderfoot like a Clydesdale Rumble, young man rumble, I'll put your lights out Opio be groovin like Manchito and the Afro Cubans And that's cool then, T. Mass power movin I throw my hand up, body electric Receive God's blessings how I stay protected, protected, protected [cut and scratched] [Professor X] "This is protected!" [Opio] I expand like the verbal supercluster, so who could muster The force of impact, from my point of attack Live third rail on the subway track I'm in the tunnel like the Moleman, with mo' plans, to go back To flows that expose "Acknickulous" skill Not mass appeal, or abs of steel Or apple bottom like the ass on Beverly Peel I appreciate celebrity status it's all real But it's mo' about the cats in the lab and with no deal Who keep the fully-auto verses single-action ideal Yeah Hiero oh they straight, culture merchants we kill So throw your hands in the air, let the truth be revealed Yeah, body electric, protected, protected [cut and scratched] [Professor X] "This is protected!"
作曲 : Opio Lindsey Yeah, you know my crew is thick Makin chicks go buckwild and act a lunatic I'm not a fugitive, hit me on my voodoo bip On the Hiero bus, smokin out the hookah wit Hydro bazooka ****, blowin out your mucus membrane Yeah, you can spit game, but who can explain How your woman in Spain with Miguel? Well his real life don't match the stories he tell Pedallin propaganda, wearer of the handcuffs In a plastic cell, look straight for the camera From Atlanta to Havana, they broadcastin "Channel Zero" I'm in your ear though, sort of like a black antenna I throw my hand up, body electric Receive God's blessings how I stay protected [cut and scratched] [Professor X] "This is protected!" [Opio] Nowadays young boys have to handle the fifth Like John Hannibal Smith, put the ammo in the clip Catch you in a alleyway, blam you in the rear Run up in your crib, go gorilla on your family And it ain't about a rap song, they do it for the cash homes.. .. what comes around goes around You might catch one if you own this town And that's well known so hold it down When you try to blame hip-hop, for who gets shot I point my finger at the President, it's his fault No amount of Harvard slick talk can pick apart that one Delinquents on the ave know what's happenin (uh) I throw my hand up, body electric Receive God's blessings how I stay protected, protected, protected [cut and scratched] [Professor X] "This is protected!" [Opio] Resistin as a seminal for centuries and evermore Spit it in a metaphor, get it at your record store Let's make it crystal clear, listen here Blood spilled on the battlefield or shed in a tear Recharge, reshape, then reappear Then reformulate before we commandeer It's the renaissance, from Port-au-Prince, to in the Bronx And back to Oakland, the wheels in motion We coastin - thunderfoot like a Clydesdale Rumble, young man rumble, I'll put your lights out Opio be groovin like Manchito and the Afro Cubans And that's cool then, T. Mass power movin I throw my hand up, body electric Receive God's blessings how I stay protected, protected, protected [cut and scratched] [Professor X] "This is protected!" [Opio] I expand like the verbal supercluster, so who could muster The force of impact, from my point of attack Live third rail on the subway track I'm in the tunnel like the Moleman, with mo' plans, to go back To flows that expose "Acknickulous" skill Not mass appeal, or abs of steel Or apple bottom like the ass on Beverly Peel I appreciate celebrity status it's all real But it's mo' about the cats in the lab and with no deal Who keep the fully-auto verses single-action ideal Yeah Hiero oh they straight, culture merchants we kill So throw your hands in the air, let the truth be revealed Yeah, body electric, protected, protected [cut and scratched] [Professor X] "This is protected!"
