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  • 作词 : Daumont, Davis, Shimura
    Cheyenne! Look at what the liquor brings about,
    Throw out the magic basket full of wires and let them flail all on the ground.
    Why do they love it so?
    Hatched seeds of light supported by light seaward breezes,
    And we see these orbs in a car chase of sorts,
    Absorbs sweet Lorraine and her dolly on the front porch and it escorts them into
    Deep, dark, space around Taurus,
    And the Mormons can't explain the stars reflectin' in her corneas.
    It makes they hearts beat hard against they corsets which
    Bops they lockets up against they foreheads, and-
    Who was it that sent this little girl's mind up into orbit?
    She had to forfeit little dolly while in space so that she could touch the stars like torches.
    Privately, we recorded her,
    Intimately, yes! We courted her with-
    "Miss Cinnamon Tea, please rest your itty bitty palms in my-
    Incandescently glowing hands and infinitely,
    We will explore your inquisitive tendencies;
    The intrinsic and the explicit,
    We won't inhibit any of your inquiry,
    But first the fire must be met then quenched by you candidly and randomly venting any
    Thoughts, memories, anything!
    It's time for you to start channeling what you've been gathering!"
    So we left gravity,
    Instantly engulfing Lorraine in a shimmering ****** then,
    Flattening like an elasticine band that stretches and contorts,
    And then I'd widen like the space highway spiraling sideways, contract and dilate,
    Then straighten up at 100 mph then fall on myself in layers like a thickened band of taffy,
    Assuming every length and shape imaginable,
    Then I catapulted Lorraine and her stuffed animal into still deeper space,
    But fathoming what I had actually done and her pace increasing rapidly,
    I shot out like a javelin after her screams,
    First matching her speed, then surpassing her, hearing her laughter as I passed her,
    But the web I spun had not strengthened yet,
    And the momentum sent them stretching through my intentions, And I popped!
    Dolly lost. . . . . . .
    And Lorraine. . . . . ..
    Plopped back down into her bedroom,
    And coughed
    [Lateef:]
    Born
    The correlation
    Relation shapin'
    The forms
    Are takin' their stations warned
    We're warmed
    The verbal intercourse and mind fornication
    Is on, whine, design is tight,
    Corn burn more than blunts
    Or oil at midnight
    The clock turns, as it often does
    Fight it with all ya might scrub
    Ya learn more if ya listen
    Timing is more than tic-toc-tickin'
    Rippin's a mission so come equipped
    But not with remote clickin's or clips
    In the nine
    Ya mind
    Is fine
    With me
    Brother
    Ya chickens, you caint rhyme
    And punks react violently
    But bad men respond silently
    Later hearing your gone, and the facts while sipping on cognac quitely
    Privately
    Commenting on society
    Modestly,
    Honestly,
    Asking why fools even try it
    When they're undeniably
    And obviously,
    Undoubtedly,
    Decidedly,
    Wack
    I strech out and expand
    In 3-D like
    Galaxies establishing terrestrial contact, like
    Roll up the windows, crank the heat, relax recline the seat,
    And thank Lateef,
    Take two and pass,
    Give it a little gas and ask
    "What's the riddle mean?"
    Fantastic
    G E=MC2 don't be sarcastic, my mind moves at the speed of light when blasted
    Synchopated audiosyncratic madness
    Concentrated
    Focused
    On the rabbit
    Like I'm rabid, gigantic, teething wolverine
    Armed with claws that bring murderous tragedies
    To even human beings burdened with feelings of sadness
    Ludicrous thang is I'm glad to be the baddest
    Sittin' fattest after I'm finished lunchin', munchin' em
    Before that
    I'm slashin', attackin with rippin' action
    In sound clashes
    Bastard I'm the fastest
    Quick draw
    Like: western classics
    BIG JAW, voice cuts like a saw
    Sprinkling you like Magic
    As the cataclysm hits
    Like SMACK
    Vocabic havoc cracks
    Your sternum, spine, and scapula
    Spectacularly
    Propelling you backwards over the edge
    Of the track
    [Lyrics Born:]
    Now that we have made our way away from the sky apple,
    You will notice from your new knowledge experience,
    That the distance from the crust to the mantle to the core,
    Is much greater than previous measurements,
    And as lyricists in this time period we experiment with a myriad of new findings,
    Different from the supposed truths,
    The ample evidence we presented,
    It complemented our argument that "everything is impermanent".
    Not static or at settled standstill as the opposite element has suggested is legitimate,
    And finally, as a reminder,
    The precious metals and ores mined for early in the earth's surface sediment,
    Cannot compare to the infinite introspective splendor,

    Incentive isn't it?
    [Lateef:]
    Yes, yes, yes, YES, well, yes, yes, yes,
    You're dealing with lyricists that's fresh, fresh, fresh,
    You wan test surely ya jest, look, lets just get
    One thing correct before ya step focus on breath, breath, breath,
    One rep,
    Breath, breath, breath,
    Select yet another set of styles? Yup, yup, yep,
    Each one as hard as ********s I got to flex, flex, flex,
    For project protection I'm collecting text, techs, tex,
    While you're caught up,
    Thinking rap is just ***, ***, ***,
    And more flesh, flesh, flesh,
    Robbing your soul of its precious sensuousness
    Most of these rappers are talking **** out of the side of they neck
    What the heck?
    It's more and more suckas gettin' signed for less, less, less, and less
    And lesson 1: if aiming to impress, press, press,
    You gotta do it yourself
    Quiet as kept, kept, kept,
    If my work is respected I collect checks, checks, checks,
    They cain't all bounce and if they do I got an ounce at the rest
    So I aint stressin' off that bull****.
    [Lyrics Born:]
    'Cuz I've walked on water weapons baby haven't you heard?
    I've authored songs on different planes and left the boundaries blurred,
    And I taught Neanderthal to use the rotary phone,
    I kicked the devil in his neck without my rosary on.
    [Lateef:]
    And I checked out the vampire's nest
    Sans garlic, dissed his ******s, then without the crucifix
    Plunged the wooden stake deep inside his chest
    Pinned him!
    Thrashing around in the bottom of his sarcophagus
    Writhing around
    Till the only thing left,
    Were little scraps of nothingness
    Those scattered all about infinity
    [Lyrics Born:]
    All different shapes and sizes going wherever
    [Lateef:]
    But all of one entity
    [Lyrics Born:]
    That I had brought together for my pleasure
    Watch this now,
    [Lyrics Born:]
    Your last dinner in my chamber where I tempered weapons rendered from a rusty Ford fender,
    You get your steak and eggs,
    Your Caesar vinaigrette,
    Savor your cigarette,
    'Cuz I'ma tape your lips,
    Become my marionette,
    You curtsy, pirouette,
    And when my blade caresses,
    I scrape my bayonet,
    You lose your favorite legs,
    I love that fragrance,
    Playful Pet! Yes I'm the patron saint of Dangerous,
    You slaying La-Tyrx?
    You're driving majorettes,
    Over some acreage.
    [Lateef:]
    As you sit there pensively, tentatively fidgeting with creation
    But you **** 'round with this and you'll get aten.
    [Lateef:]
    You gettin laid to rest
    Ain't slayin' Latyrx
    You gettin laid to rest
    Over the Sunset's edge
  • 作词 : Daumont, Davis, Shimura
    Cheyenne! Look at what the liquor brings about,
    Throw out the magic basket full of wires and let them flail all on the ground.
    Why do they love it so?
    Hatched seeds of light supported by light seaward breezes,
    And we see these orbs in a car chase of sorts,
    Absorbs sweet Lorraine and her dolly on the front porch and it escorts them into
    Deep, dark, space around Taurus,
    And the Mormons can't explain the stars reflectin' in her corneas.
    It makes they hearts beat hard against they corsets which
    Bops they lockets up against they foreheads, and-
    Who was it that sent this little girl's mind up into orbit?
    She had to forfeit little dolly while in space so that she could touch the stars like torches.
    Privately, we recorded her,
    Intimately, yes! We courted her with-
    "Miss Cinnamon Tea, please rest your itty bitty palms in my-
    Incandescently glowing hands and infinitely,
    We will explore your inquisitive tendencies;
    The intrinsic and the explicit,
    We won't inhibit any of your inquiry,
    But first the fire must be met then quenched by you candidly and randomly venting any
    Thoughts, memories, anything!
    It's time for you to start channeling what you've been gathering!"
    So we left gravity,
    Instantly engulfing Lorraine in a shimmering ****** then,
    Flattening like an elasticine band that stretches and contorts,
    And then I'd widen like the space highway spiraling sideways, contract and dilate,
    Then straighten up at 100 mph then fall on myself in layers like a thickened band of taffy,
    Assuming every length and shape imaginable,
    Then I catapulted Lorraine and her stuffed animal into still deeper space,
    But fathoming what I had actually done and her pace increasing rapidly,
    I shot out like a javelin after her screams,
    First matching her speed, then surpassing her, hearing her laughter as I passed her,
    But the web I spun had not strengthened yet,
    And the momentum sent them stretching through my intentions, And I popped!
    Dolly lost. . . . . . .
    And Lorraine. . . . . ..
    Plopped back down into her bedroom,
    And coughed
    [Lateef:]
    Born
    The correlation
    Relation shapin'
    The forms
    Are takin' their stations warned
    We're warmed
    The verbal intercourse and mind fornication
    Is on, whine, design is tight,
    Corn burn more than blunts
    Or oil at midnight
    The clock turns, as it often does
    Fight it with all ya might scrub
    Ya learn more if ya listen
    Timing is more than tic-toc-tickin'
    Rippin's a mission so come equipped
    But not with remote clickin's or clips
    In the nine
    Ya mind
    Is fine
    With me
    Brother
    Ya chickens, you caint rhyme
    And punks react violently
    But bad men respond silently
    Later hearing your gone, and the facts while sipping on cognac quitely
    Privately
    Commenting on society
    Modestly,
    Honestly,
    Asking why fools even try it
    When they're undeniably
    And obviously,
    Undoubtedly,
    Decidedly,
    Wack
    I strech out and expand
    In 3-D like
    Galaxies establishing terrestrial contact, like
    Roll up the windows, crank the heat, relax recline the seat,
    And thank Lateef,
    Take two and pass,
    Give it a little gas and ask
    "What's the riddle mean?"
    Fantastic
    G E=MC2 don't be sarcastic, my mind moves at the speed of light when blasted
    Synchopated audiosyncratic madness
    Concentrated
    Focused
    On the rabbit
    Like I'm rabid, gigantic, teething wolverine
    Armed with claws that bring murderous tragedies
    To even human beings burdened with feelings of sadness
    Ludicrous thang is I'm glad to be the baddest
    Sittin' fattest after I'm finished lunchin', munchin' em
    Before that
    I'm slashin', attackin with rippin' action
    In sound clashes
    Bastard I'm the fastest
    Quick draw
    Like: western classics
    BIG JAW, voice cuts like a saw
    Sprinkling you like Magic
    As the cataclysm hits
    Like SMACK
    Vocabic havoc cracks
    Your sternum, spine, and scapula
    Spectacularly
    Propelling you backwards over the edge
    Of the track
    [Lyrics Born:]
    Now that we have made our way away from the sky apple,
    You will notice from your new knowledge experience,
    That the distance from the crust to the mantle to the core,
    Is much greater than previous measurements,
    And as lyricists in this time period we experiment with a myriad of new findings,
    Different from the supposed truths,
    The ample evidence we presented,
    It complemented our argument that "everything is impermanent".
    Not static or at settled standstill as the opposite element has suggested is legitimate,
    And finally, as a reminder,
    The precious metals and ores mined for early in the earth's surface sediment,
    Cannot compare to the infinite introspective splendor,

    Incentive isn't it?
    [Lateef:]
    Yes, yes, yes, YES, well, yes, yes, yes,
    You're dealing with lyricists that's fresh, fresh, fresh,
    You wan test surely ya jest, look, lets just get
    One thing correct before ya step focus on breath, breath, breath,
    One rep,
    Breath, breath, breath,
    Select yet another set of styles? Yup, yup, yep,
    Each one as hard as ********s I got to flex, flex, flex,
    For project protection I'm collecting text, techs, tex,
    While you're caught up,
    Thinking rap is just ***, ***, ***,
    And more flesh, flesh, flesh,
    Robbing your soul of its precious sensuousness
    Most of these rappers are talking **** out of the side of they neck
    What the heck?
    It's more and more suckas gettin' signed for less, less, less, and less
    And lesson 1: if aiming to impress, press, press,
    You gotta do it yourself
    Quiet as kept, kept, kept,
    If my work is respected I collect checks, checks, checks,
    They cain't all bounce and if they do I got an ounce at the rest
    So I aint stressin' off that bull****.
    [Lyrics Born:]
    'Cuz I've walked on water weapons baby haven't you heard?
    I've authored songs on different planes and left the boundaries blurred,
    And I taught Neanderthal to use the rotary phone,
    I kicked the devil in his neck without my rosary on.
    [Lateef:]
    And I checked out the vampire's nest
    Sans garlic, dissed his ******s, then without the crucifix
    Plunged the wooden stake deep inside his chest
    Pinned him!
    Thrashing around in the bottom of his sarcophagus
    Writhing around
    Till the only thing left,
    Were little scraps of nothingness
    Those scattered all about infinity
    [Lyrics Born:]
    All different shapes and sizes going wherever
    [Lateef:]
    But all of one entity
    [Lyrics Born:]
    That I had brought together for my pleasure
    Watch this now,
    [Lyrics Born:]
    Your last dinner in my chamber where I tempered weapons rendered from a rusty Ford fender,
    You get your steak and eggs,
    Your Caesar vinaigrette,
    Savor your cigarette,
    'Cuz I'ma tape your lips,
    Become my marionette,
    You curtsy, pirouette,
    And when my blade caresses,
    I scrape my bayonet,
    You lose your favorite legs,
    I love that fragrance,
    Playful Pet! Yes I'm the patron saint of Dangerous,
    You slaying La-Tyrx?
    You're driving majorettes,
    Over some acreage.
    [Lateef:]
    As you sit there pensively, tentatively fidgeting with creation
    But you **** 'round with this and you'll get aten.
    [Lateef:]
    You gettin laid to rest
    Ain't slayin' Latyrx
    You gettin laid to rest
    Over the Sunset's edge