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  • 作曲 : Green, Roberts
    What the ****? Yeah!
    Yo y'all ****** get'cha rhymes up
    I'm sick of this ****, get your bars up ******
    Sixteen bars of death my ******
    Ay Planet, let's go, c'mon!
    [Planet Asia]
    All it takes is sixteen bars of death
    Rain hail snow, I make the clouds drip to get you wet
    And that's a bar no matter East to West
    Don't get this rap **** twisted, I'ma star that'll meet your threats
    And we can bet, cause if I go deep in death
    Then it's a rap, face it, you could never beat the best man
    And even as a little kid - ****** knew I had it in me
    Cause the way I used to spit at the assemblies
    And unless you remember me from now on
    Everytime I spit then it's a special delivery
    My world is of ability, women give neck willingly
    ****** respect me lyrically - my, city is feelin me
    From the inner to the optic jewels
    From the beginnin to the endin I am not to lose
    I'm not the fool, spit 'til no bars is left
    And all y'all teams can feel my sixteen bars of death
    [Chorus: Planet Asia]
    Sixteen bars of death
    Rap monster on cassette, never runnin out of breath
    Yes, sixteen bars of death
    And when I spit I spit bars 'til it ain't none left
    [x4]
    Get your bars up (yeah) get your bars up (yeah)
    [Planet Asia]
    In the apartment, the artist get it started for hours
    Heartless, like the department of the water and power
    Yeah - **** your hot showers, and while you watchin the fight
    I cut your cable just to show who really got power
    Now I'm, minutes from ass-kickin sessions
    Asswipe, we tax ****** like Pacific Gas & Electric
    Bar spitter, {?} cigar splitter, tar getters
    Hard-hitter hater ****** wanna war with us
    But get your bars up, cause ****** know about me
    And they know about my squad, so as far as us
    I ain't got to answer the ****, so if you see me in the club
    Keep your mouth closed and dance with a *****
    Cause I'm bout to be the hood philanthrophist; get down or lay down
    And how I got up in the spot wasn't an accident
    Just love blood tears and sweat, and large respect
    And sixteen bars of death, yeah
    [Chorus]
    [ad libbed outro by Asia's hype man]
  • 作曲 : Green, Roberts
    What the ****? Yeah!
    Yo y'all ****** get'cha rhymes up
    I'm sick of this ****, get your bars up ******
    Sixteen bars of death my ******
    Ay Planet, let's go, c'mon!
    [Planet Asia]
    All it takes is sixteen bars of death
    Rain hail snow, I make the clouds drip to get you wet
    And that's a bar no matter East to West
    Don't get this rap **** twisted, I'ma star that'll meet your threats
    And we can bet, cause if I go deep in death
    Then it's a rap, face it, you could never beat the best man
    And even as a little kid - ****** knew I had it in me
    Cause the way I used to spit at the assemblies
    And unless you remember me from now on
    Everytime I spit then it's a special delivery
    My world is of ability, women give neck willingly
    ****** respect me lyrically - my, city is feelin me
    From the inner to the optic jewels
    From the beginnin to the endin I am not to lose
    I'm not the fool, spit 'til no bars is left
    And all y'all teams can feel my sixteen bars of death
    [Chorus: Planet Asia]
    Sixteen bars of death
    Rap monster on cassette, never runnin out of breath
    Yes, sixteen bars of death
    And when I spit I spit bars 'til it ain't none left
    [x4]
    Get your bars up (yeah) get your bars up (yeah)
    [Planet Asia]
    In the apartment, the artist get it started for hours
    Heartless, like the department of the water and power
    Yeah - **** your hot showers, and while you watchin the fight
    I cut your cable just to show who really got power
    Now I'm, minutes from ass-kickin sessions
    Asswipe, we tax ****** like Pacific Gas & Electric
    Bar spitter, {?} cigar splitter, tar getters
    Hard-hitter hater ****** wanna war with us
    But get your bars up, cause ****** know about me
    And they know about my squad, so as far as us
    I ain't got to answer the ****, so if you see me in the club
    Keep your mouth closed and dance with a *****
    Cause I'm bout to be the hood philanthrophist; get down or lay down
    And how I got up in the spot wasn't an accident
    Just love blood tears and sweat, and large respect
    And sixteen bars of death, yeah
    [Chorus]
    [ad libbed outro by Asia's hype man]