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  • 作词 : D. Jolicoeur/V. Mason/K. Mercer
    作曲 : D. Jolicoeur/V. Mason/K. Mercer
    I be that mind blessin', blessin' these lessons we've ignited
    Want to bring it to my face, man, you're cordially invited'
    Cause I've cited, you possess no science in your thinking
    So I'm gonna never, you're blinking
    Fingers be pointin' and leakin' falsifyin' the stink
    You think
    I'm pink,
    I blink with them shades of thought and think
    And in this corner be the hush, so play on
    William Rhodes'
    Cause at the sound of the bell my circle square controls
    And all MC's best sweat, we bringin buckets of heat
    So don't fret, kid,
    I let you lick the love
    I secrete, yo
    Even my foes give me bravos and that shows
    Total domination in this rhyme complication
    Yeah, the skill is a cinch,
    I rock the womb with a mic
    And in the days of the nickel and breast
    I knew de yes yes y'allin was the callin, clearly not for the gat
    For combat,
    I bring a bag of my rhymes for the
    SATI'm Plug one-of-a-kind, for you people's delight
    And for you sucker
    MC's, step to your knees
    Ain't no second thoughts and all your thoughts are from
    OrionI can tell that you a devil by the rhymes you're designin'
    Your play doggin' tactics, can't **** with my facets
    Just because you talk all that glock ****
    Don't mean you can rock ****
    Your identities on freeze
    Just a form of protozoa tryin' to cross them seas
    See high horse riders gettin' shot by the sheriff'
    Cause nobody's safe for crimes
    And even all you skirts need to checkin' in your upstairs attic'
    Cause Mase is smackin' hoes, if hoes is startin' static
    Now it ain't all good when your jam goes wood
    So as a deterrent,
    I use mental current
    Got them brothers shook, peep the look comin' out of the face'
    Cause they all catch a bruise from the hits we make
    Your fame and cars should be listed as magnets
    Legends never die but they can get shot and killed
    Ain't nuttin glitter when you're battlin'
    MC'sYou once imitated in a mirror so to down syndrome, you kneel
    The same status
    I heard, the same nothin'
    My ears fears the faulty locks tryin' to lock down the stops
    But I earn more than your
    Menudo or your
    Boyz II Men
    While the syndrome keeps you immune to frequencies
    I sendFresher than a sniff off havin' them
    J in fifth
    I identify with your rhythm
    But I exist for more than just a
    Benz, so mends
    I'm cuttin' off my friends to keep a smile calicum iron grain
    Let me tell you a little something about the self
    Tell 'em, son
    I be a piece of the
    East coast, so give a toast to
    Plug Wonder why back in the day who soaked his words in jigga
    So when I ran a phrase in
    June you didn't catch it 'til
    DecemberI'm a member of them kids from the inner city
    Giving you kitties audible treats, you be aching for making
    More money than a pagan holiday
    Not from the
    PJ's, yet
    I still got something to say
    Say what man?
    You gritty like a diamond grenade
    For the cameo spot you tries to fool
    ParadeYou acrobats flip the star gazin' map, for alla that
    You'll be the first to place, and ran it all to a waste
    And all the style that you bring gotta make decks bend
    You gotta rip it from the start when the beats come in
  • 作词 : D. Jolicoeur/V. Mason/K. Mercer
    作曲 : D. Jolicoeur/V. Mason/K. Mercer
    I be that mind blessin', blessin' these lessons we've ignited
    Want to bring it to my face, man, you're cordially invited'
    Cause I've cited, you possess no science in your thinking
    So I'm gonna never, you're blinking
    Fingers be pointin' and leakin' falsifyin' the stink
    You think
    I'm pink,
    I blink with them shades of thought and think
    And in this corner be the hush, so play on
    William Rhodes'
    Cause at the sound of the bell my circle square controls
    And all MC's best sweat, we bringin buckets of heat
    So don't fret, kid,
    I let you lick the love
    I secrete, yo
    Even my foes give me bravos and that shows
    Total domination in this rhyme complication
    Yeah, the skill is a cinch,
    I rock the womb with a mic
    And in the days of the nickel and breast
    I knew de yes yes y'allin was the callin, clearly not for the gat
    For combat,
    I bring a bag of my rhymes for the
    SATI'm Plug one-of-a-kind, for you people's delight
    And for you sucker
    MC's, step to your knees
    Ain't no second thoughts and all your thoughts are from
    OrionI can tell that you a devil by the rhymes you're designin'
    Your play doggin' tactics, can't **** with my facets
    Just because you talk all that glock ****
    Don't mean you can rock ****
    Your identities on freeze
    Just a form of protozoa tryin' to cross them seas
    See high horse riders gettin' shot by the sheriff'
    Cause nobody's safe for crimes
    And even all you skirts need to checkin' in your upstairs attic'
    Cause Mase is smackin' hoes, if hoes is startin' static
    Now it ain't all good when your jam goes wood
    So as a deterrent,
    I use mental current
    Got them brothers shook, peep the look comin' out of the face'
    Cause they all catch a bruise from the hits we make
    Your fame and cars should be listed as magnets
    Legends never die but they can get shot and killed
    Ain't nuttin glitter when you're battlin'
    MC'sYou once imitated in a mirror so to down syndrome, you kneel
    The same status
    I heard, the same nothin'
    My ears fears the faulty locks tryin' to lock down the stops
    But I earn more than your
    Menudo or your
    Boyz II Men
    While the syndrome keeps you immune to frequencies
    I sendFresher than a sniff off havin' them
    J in fifth
    I identify with your rhythm
    But I exist for more than just a
    Benz, so mends
    I'm cuttin' off my friends to keep a smile calicum iron grain
    Let me tell you a little something about the self
    Tell 'em, son
    I be a piece of the
    East coast, so give a toast to
    Plug Wonder why back in the day who soaked his words in jigga
    So when I ran a phrase in
    June you didn't catch it 'til
    DecemberI'm a member of them kids from the inner city
    Giving you kitties audible treats, you be aching for making
    More money than a pagan holiday
    Not from the
    PJ's, yet
    I still got something to say
    Say what man?
    You gritty like a diamond grenade
    For the cameo spot you tries to fool
    ParadeYou acrobats flip the star gazin' map, for alla that
    You'll be the first to place, and ran it all to a waste
    And all the style that you bring gotta make decks bend
    You gotta rip it from the start when the beats come in