作曲 : Cruz, Green, Thomas I'm about to get on some Norman Bates shit, and go psycho S***, gather around your speakers Let me start fronting on 'em early I'ma front on 'em early, that's what I do You know my persona, let me kinda remind ya The Gucci, Gabbana, the New-E, the Low, Evisus, designers How I post up, parley amongst piranhas I'm the urban version of that turban-wearing Osama Last of a genre, it's nothing to mash y'all minors Y'all trash, I'll leave half of y'all niggas in trauma, ha ha So I laugh, cause I'd rather clam in vagina Splash a few grands on some high sand in the sauna Usually ponder when I puff my little ganjas Somber, feeling like Don Cheadle in Hotel Rwanda You know karma, increase when you cease your drama It's deep, but you sleep when you feel there's peace upon you Keep that armor, I formerly greet as a charmer But beneath is more than mystique, I'm a monster Came to conquer, no games I came to regain my honor No lames, it's insane what the brain can conjure Why launder, when I can outsell the bomber Miskel, tell Mel, he'll be out of jail by Kwanza From Tompkins to Gowanus, to the hills in Brownsville, I sponsors Nothing to cock back the Black P-80 Launcher Any hate can haunt you, I'm straight from the L.I. gates of Yonkers Down to the Southern states to Great Lakes in Tonker Young, majestic, the beams from the Sun reflect it Numb before Bush Senior's son was elected Eclectic, world respected, like Brother Ube from Dure But hey, what you expected, perfected, connected So exit, or have it all in here We can war, when where, nigga I'm so sincere
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Cruz, Green, Thomas [00:03.15]I'm about to get on some Norman Bates shit, and go psycho [00:06.89]S***, gather around your speakers [00:10.80]Let me start fronting on 'em early [00:12.92]I'ma front on 'em early, that's what I do [00:15.20]You know my persona, let me kinda remind ya [00:18.09]The Gucci, Gabbana, the New-E, the Low, Evisus, designers [00:20.86]How I post up, parley amongst piranhas [00:23.65]I'm the urban version of that turban-wearing Osama [00:26.53]Last of a genre, it's nothing to mash y'all minors [00:29.70]Y'all trash, I'll leave half of y'all niggas in trauma, ha ha [00:32.72]So I laugh, cause I'd rather clam in vagina [00:35.21]Splash a few grands on some high sand in the sauna [00:38.18]Usually ponder when I puff my little ganjas [00:41.33]Somber, feeling like Don Cheadle in Hotel Rwanda [00:43.94]You know karma, increase when you cease your drama [00:47.17]It's deep, but you sleep when you feel there's peace upon you [00:49.85]Keep that armor, I formerly greet as a charmer [00:53.10]But beneath is more than mystique, I'm a monster [00:56.29]Came to conquer, no games I came to regain my honor [00:59.37]No lames, it's insane what the brain can conjure [01:01.78]Why launder, when I can outsell the bomber [01:04.44]Miskel, tell Mel, he'll be out of jail by Kwanza [01:07.53]From Tompkins to Gowanus, to the hills in Brownsville, I sponsors [01:11.05]Nothing to cock back the Black P-80 Launcher [01:13.61]Any hate can haunt you, I'm straight from the L.I. gates of Yonkers [01:17.10]Down to the Southern states to Great Lakes in Tonker [01:19.82]Young, majestic, the beams from the Sun reflect it [01:22.58]Numb before Bush Senior's son was elected [01:25.00]Eclectic, world respected, like Brother Ube from Dure [01:28.21]But hey, what you expected, perfected, connected [01:31.42]So exit, or have it all in here [01:33.52]We can war, when where, nigga I'm so sincere [01:37.14]
