作曲 : Willie Knighton/W. Johnson/Robert Barnett Intro： Ladies and gentlemen, you are listening To the rulers of the spirit world (really, really, really) Yeah, yeah, that means poetry deep in this team Y'all done stepped on we, the green green Yeah, y'all done stepped on we, the green green Yeah, yeah Witchdoctor: Check this out, bust it, This is like a rocket, you never packed This many condominiums in your pocket Ughn, you never smoked this much **** before Where else can these ****** go Don't know tomorrow, it's about today, bruh I want some coochie that i ain't gotta pay for I'm the one that holidayed ya Atl, land where we par-laya, No ***** jealous with his gat wanna clown It's enough females in the streets to go round two, three times Atlanta, the doctor's home, Always somebody hoggin the payphone Say homes, where your daughter She'll tell ya i'm pure like artesian water Feed me a quarter like a jukebox I sell rhymes like rocks, the police oughta stop checkin The lord gave me a blessing Long as rocks i sees with you Think the lord pleased with you Ughn, you think he kissed you, You think he kissed you, Or he dissed you Chorus: Poetry deep in the team Y'all done stepped on we, the green green Yeah, poetry deep in the team Y'all done stepped on we, the green green Bust it, Khujo: Suits of brutality patrol sectors Day care centers ran by vestors Drunk drivers behind the steering wheel of liquor trucks New comers think they won the diversion on pure luck Shark pools in the hall, one drop can start a frenzy Feeding off of your ignorance of the law consider no excuse We here by being careful, vigilence Vampires ??? lace personal pants with blood Just ask for the special Crackers crave samples of ****** urine Strands of hair and semen Blue lights in the basements Having conversations with voices between four by fours Rack 'em up, i'll bust your head Stay playing the role of executioner, been years on death row Now he don't wanna die for arranging his wife's murder Equal opportunity, designated bullets don't discriminate Like unemployment, officers doing break Y'all done stepped on we, the green green One deep in this team Y'all done stepped on we, the green green (poetry runs deep in this team) Chorus T-mo: Belligerent thoughts of militant ways Camouflaged in the brush, love or lust Which can we trust hidden in the cuts Terr-i-ble they bounce 'em every third month Yeah, after the big flood of truth, Caught in your own evidence Now you hesitant to believe me You back to hangin with parks That's what you called her Now you run cause you know that's what you want (what you want, what you want) If i felt like everything was good Maybe then i could knock on wood To protect the good That surrounds my innermost thoughts Until my thoughts were caught unguarded As hard as it is to be perfect i try And i still flaw listening to the next guy That knew more and saw it before i did Came up big, to dig an early grave Get locked up, and turn a slave for the rhythm We rap, still get slapped by the system Chorus
作曲 : Willie Knighton/W. Johnson/Robert Barnett Intro： Ladies and gentlemen, you are listening To the rulers of the spirit world (really, really, really) Yeah, yeah, that means poetry deep in this team Y'all done stepped on we, the green green Yeah, y'all done stepped on we, the green green Yeah, yeah Witchdoctor: Check this out, bust it, This is like a rocket, you never packed This many condominiums in your pocket Ughn, you never smoked this much **** before Where else can these ****** go Don't know tomorrow, it's about today, bruh I want some coochie that i ain't gotta pay for I'm the one that holidayed ya Atl, land where we par-laya, No ***** jealous with his gat wanna clown It's enough females in the streets to go round two, three times Atlanta, the doctor's home, Always somebody hoggin the payphone Say homes, where your daughter She'll tell ya i'm pure like artesian water Feed me a quarter like a jukebox I sell rhymes like rocks, the police oughta stop checkin The lord gave me a blessing Long as rocks i sees with you Think the lord pleased with you Ughn, you think he kissed you, You think he kissed you, Or he dissed you Chorus: Poetry deep in the team Y'all done stepped on we, the green green Yeah, poetry deep in the team Y'all done stepped on we, the green green Bust it, Khujo: Suits of brutality patrol sectors Day care centers ran by vestors Drunk drivers behind the steering wheel of liquor trucks New comers think they won the diversion on pure luck Shark pools in the hall, one drop can start a frenzy Feeding off of your ignorance of the law consider no excuse We here by being careful, vigilence Vampires ??? lace personal pants with blood Just ask for the special Crackers crave samples of ****** urine Strands of hair and semen Blue lights in the basements Having conversations with voices between four by fours Rack 'em up, i'll bust your head Stay playing the role of executioner, been years on death row Now he don't wanna die for arranging his wife's murder Equal opportunity, designated bullets don't discriminate Like unemployment, officers doing break Y'all done stepped on we, the green green One deep in this team Y'all done stepped on we, the green green (poetry runs deep in this team) Chorus T-mo: Belligerent thoughts of militant ways Camouflaged in the brush, love or lust Which can we trust hidden in the cuts Terr-i-ble they bounce 'em every third month Yeah, after the big flood of truth, Caught in your own evidence Now you hesitant to believe me You back to hangin with parks That's what you called her Now you run cause you know that's what you want (what you want, what you want) If i felt like everything was good Maybe then i could knock on wood To protect the good That surrounds my innermost thoughts Until my thoughts were caught unguarded As hard as it is to be perfect i try And i still flaw listening to the next guy That knew more and saw it before i did Came up big, to dig an early grave Get locked up, and turn a slave for the rhythm We rap, still get slapped by the system Chorus
