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  • 作词 : Dechalus, Murphy
    First up it's the nuts up, what's up
    To the ****** from the projects
    Prospect park in brooklyn, i'm lookin at another crime scene
    Committed by the brothers on this rhyme team
    Just freestylin in a cipher, i take the life of mcs
    If you're wack we got the right to seize
    He's black like ultra, know your culture
    ************* don't know so they won't grow
    Lord jamar show and prove the rules i kick
    Makin ****** move, no matter how smooth it get
    Or how rigid, ****** still get it
    I kill wicked ************* with the rhymes that i structures
    In my third eye, know you heard i
    Study math like a mathmatician
    See half of y'all wishin you could sound like the gods from the town
    Of the rule, you ain't got the urge, bust it down serge
    [serge]
    You know i smoke it like the flame to the tip of that bud, we just twistin
    From another dimension, did i mention
    That funky, that's the only way we know how to get ******
    Rhymes belimminent like a partial scholarship
    But my style's so heavy it make you lean when i drop
    Leave you spinnin like the washin machine before it stop
    Goin all out, have to seal these ************* fate
    On a mission from cleveland, ridin it from outta state
    So ready yourself because it's on full scale
    I heard some put jamar to bail down to new rochelle
    Now rule, that's where we scheme and we plot
    On the late night, blunted in the basement with sadat
    And we discussin your demise, know it's gonna come
    Sure as the sun's gonna rise, send me the drum
    And serge is buckin off a shot from the mental insight
    Air tight, throw a worker from cradle to gravesite
    [maestro manny]
    I feel lick a shot pum pum, push up on the one
    *?i'll bad bad and i'll run?*
    Original flatbush style, and solo jam
    Like beep han solo man
    Yes-a, mr.intellect-and-*** in the flesh
    I'm rougher than the hair on your girl's chest
    Maestro manny one verse, time come in
    My ??? ??? scab when they go flurry
    You don't concern me, your style can't burn me
    You's about as hardcore as big bird, bert and ernie
    My steelo fat like your girlfriend, pregnant with twins
    After thanksgiving then they're eatin pork skin
    I don't give a **** about your section, just watch your murder flexin
    Step correct to the brother with the dark complexion
    6' 1", two weaves and cocked diesel
    You can see that hair is curly, ain't no ****** up like ???
    See!!!!
    *interlude*
    [snagglepuss]
    When the corrupt stuff in my mind starts to erupt
    Even the hard ****** will be yellin "that's enough"
    But what about my style, ooh child, i switch em up
    Rearrange em up, in other words i change em up
    Snagglepuss, i make a ***** fall like the season
    So exit stage left cos you ain't on my level, leaf
    You wanna battle? here's what happened to the last kid
    His wife became a widow and his kids became bastards
    In the rap profession, i'm not the one for testin
    I'm the first to let'cha know i'm way dirty like mudwrestlin
    So bring all the flunkies you roll with
    So when i set it on your ache, you all be like "oh ****!"
    You want more so here we go, peep how my rap flow
    I'll have your ass sneakin out the backdoor
    This is some trouble you don't wanna get your ass in
    So watch your step and don't come out'cha mouth in the wrong fashion
    [sadat x]
    Feel the wind blow thru your hair
    My aim is square on your backbone
    You're home alone and your mom work the double shift
    Just enough time for me to hit that off
    "bounce on a *****" said my man wop
    Peace to the squad, one-eighth, fo' and teepee, check it
    I'm the type of ***** that'll walk down the street
    On some casual ****, even my kid could flip
    Hear me on the wop tape bam!! hit em
    Hear me with the rhythm, yo you better go get em, check it
    Anticipation, you're waitin and waitin
    Peace to courtland ave., teepee wheelnose in
    Satan, the early bird, aiyo that's my word
    My man joon with the 'erb to the moon
    Eh shawn black, *****, where ya at?
    No type of daydreamer or a ***** with enphysema
    This is x and i'm straight from the rule
  • 作词 : Dechalus, Murphy
    First up it's the nuts up, what's up
    To the ****** from the projects
    Prospect park in brooklyn, i'm lookin at another crime scene
    Committed by the brothers on this rhyme team
    Just freestylin in a cipher, i take the life of mcs
    If you're wack we got the right to seize
    He's black like ultra, know your culture
    ************* don't know so they won't grow
    Lord jamar show and prove the rules i kick
    Makin ****** move, no matter how smooth it get
    Or how rigid, ****** still get it
    I kill wicked ************* with the rhymes that i structures
    In my third eye, know you heard i
    Study math like a mathmatician
    See half of y'all wishin you could sound like the gods from the town
    Of the rule, you ain't got the urge, bust it down serge
    [serge]
    You know i smoke it like the flame to the tip of that bud, we just twistin
    From another dimension, did i mention
    That funky, that's the only way we know how to get ******
    Rhymes belimminent like a partial scholarship
    But my style's so heavy it make you lean when i drop
    Leave you spinnin like the washin machine before it stop
    Goin all out, have to seal these ************* fate
    On a mission from cleveland, ridin it from outta state
    So ready yourself because it's on full scale
    I heard some put jamar to bail down to new rochelle
    Now rule, that's where we scheme and we plot
    On the late night, blunted in the basement with sadat
    And we discussin your demise, know it's gonna come
    Sure as the sun's gonna rise, send me the drum
    And serge is buckin off a shot from the mental insight
    Air tight, throw a worker from cradle to gravesite
    [maestro manny]
    I feel lick a shot pum pum, push up on the one
    *?i'll bad bad and i'll run?*
    Original flatbush style, and solo jam
    Like beep han solo man
    Yes-a, mr.intellect-and-*** in the flesh
    I'm rougher than the hair on your girl's chest
    Maestro manny one verse, time come in
    My ??? ??? scab when they go flurry
    You don't concern me, your style can't burn me
    You's about as hardcore as big bird, bert and ernie
    My steelo fat like your girlfriend, pregnant with twins
    After thanksgiving then they're eatin pork skin
    I don't give a **** about your section, just watch your murder flexin
    Step correct to the brother with the dark complexion
    6' 1", two weaves and cocked diesel
    You can see that hair is curly, ain't no ****** up like ???
    See!!!!
    *interlude*
    [snagglepuss]
    When the corrupt stuff in my mind starts to erupt
    Even the hard ****** will be yellin "that's enough"
    But what about my style, ooh child, i switch em up
    Rearrange em up, in other words i change em up
    Snagglepuss, i make a ***** fall like the season
    So exit stage left cos you ain't on my level, leaf
    You wanna battle? here's what happened to the last kid
    His wife became a widow and his kids became bastards
    In the rap profession, i'm not the one for testin
    I'm the first to let'cha know i'm way dirty like mudwrestlin
    So bring all the flunkies you roll with
    So when i set it on your ache, you all be like "oh ****!"
    You want more so here we go, peep how my rap flow
    I'll have your ass sneakin out the backdoor
    This is some trouble you don't wanna get your ass in
    So watch your step and don't come out'cha mouth in the wrong fashion
    [sadat x]
    Feel the wind blow thru your hair
    My aim is square on your backbone
    You're home alone and your mom work the double shift
    Just enough time for me to hit that off
    "bounce on a *****" said my man wop
    Peace to the squad, one-eighth, fo' and teepee, check it
    I'm the type of ***** that'll walk down the street
    On some casual ****, even my kid could flip
    Hear me on the wop tape bam!! hit em
    Hear me with the rhythm, yo you better go get em, check it
    Anticipation, you're waitin and waitin
    Peace to courtland ave., teepee wheelnose in
    Satan, the early bird, aiyo that's my word
    My man joon with the 'erb to the moon
    Eh shawn black, *****, where ya at?
    No type of daydreamer or a ***** with enphysema
    This is x and i'm straight from the rule