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  • 作词 : A. Gregory/J. Hunter/Timothy Grimes/Scott Phillips
    作曲 : A. Gregory/J. Hunter/Timothy Grimes/Scott Phillips
    (feat. Brother J and Sluggy Ranks)
    [Sluggy Ranks]
    We don't want no weapons
    No weapons!
    Don't need no ammunition
    No ammunition!
    It's killing off the nation
    Guns and knives take people's lives
    It's true (for real)
    Whoa, it's true, ooh-yay
    [x2]
    (Easy Mr. Sluggy)
    [Wise Intelligent]
    I'm 'bout to rob the robbers, kill the killers
    Flow stealers bear witness to the Thriller in Manila
    Sluggy the singer beside the teacher
    Brother J, Dark Sun Rider
    Sixty six thousand seven hundred five and a half miles per hour
    Submit while you circle the sun
    One ton, the weight of every jewel I drop inside you
    Got you wide, in a minute I'mma get you wider
    God is the highest form of living mind math and matter
    Negroes, complete the data
    Your nation's lacking, you're at the bottom of the living line
    Why? Cause Whitey screwed your simple mind
    You was a God now you're the sucker of the planet Earth
    And crowned your woman slut of the universe
    Pimping, leaning, fiending, scheming
    Trying to be the cooleest b***h for some frozen other reason
    That spit, it ain't slick on any known planet
    Except for Pluto I believe
    Three billion six hundred and eighty million miles away from something
    That's why you ain't saying nothing
    Heads is fronting, forty ounce and Phillies blunting
    Destructing before your sleepy eyes (ooh-yay)
    Teacher Wise will have you all recognize
    In minutes less than five niggas ain't 'bout thi
    It seems as if hip hop's become a species in danger
    Since rappers turned gangsta
    [Sluggy Ranks]
    Guns and knives take people's lives
    It's true
    Whoa, it's true, ooh-yay ee
    [x2]
    (Yes it's true, come come come)
    [Brother J]
    Now Vibal Magus in the house I've come to address the drama
    And season up and serve couch potato Godfathers
    Overdose on movies, come up living like a script
    Form an overnight mob getting paid to talk shit
    B*****s please, my nickname is Mr. Freeze
    I ice steel at lockdown and bring master keys
    I'm chain ganging these crews, long lines of emcees
    Come off the final plank, slave ships of wannabes
    I journey to your roots as I burn them Zoot Suits
    Revive the b***h genes revoked while playing cute
    I execute studio gangsters up on the scene
    Strong tug to mic cord, submits my guillotine
    To eat 'em up and split 'em, 'nuff heads is rolling down
    Degrading gangsta lean, black hole is going down
    You're mudbone, and I stand with ranges shown
    Thought you'd build a house, soon find you're home alone
    With full black intangibility
    Translating my heat to unreachable degrees
    Of super burn as my crew holds you in turn
    Lyric armageddon, when will you bunglers learn
    That superfly groupies, braid heads and dreads too
    Watch too much too gallant try to run it like the screw
    Create a revolution says the realm is upon you
    The righteous be the gods and the chosen be the few
    It's like that uh
    [Sluggy Ranks]
    You can't blow breath in the end
    So why you wanna take someone's life
    It's not right, no it isn't wise, ooh yay ooh yay
    Gotta move the right way
    Don't let the devil lead you astray
    That is right, whoa that is right, ooh yay ooh yay
    Father send us some blessings
    To wash away our sins
    Stand up for the positive
    Ay, and I'll deal with negative
    Iy, we're killing them with conscious vibes
    Killing them with positive vibes
    It's nothing but conscious style ooh yay ooh yay
    Guns and knives take people's lives
    It's true
    Whoa, it's true, ooh-yay
    [x2]
  • 作词 : A. Gregory/J. Hunter/Timothy Grimes/Scott Phillips
    作曲 : A. Gregory/J. Hunter/Timothy Grimes/Scott Phillips
    (feat. Brother J and Sluggy Ranks)
    [Sluggy Ranks]
    We don't want no weapons
    No weapons!
    Don't need no ammunition
    No ammunition!
    It's killing off the nation
    Guns and knives take people's lives
    It's true (for real)
    Whoa, it's true, ooh-yay
    [x2]
    (Easy Mr. Sluggy)
    [Wise Intelligent]
    I'm 'bout to rob the robbers, kill the killers
    Flow stealers bear witness to the Thriller in Manila
    Sluggy the singer beside the teacher
    Brother J, Dark Sun Rider
    Sixty six thousand seven hundred five and a half miles per hour
    Submit while you circle the sun
    One ton, the weight of every jewel I drop inside you
    Got you wide, in a minute I'mma get you wider
    God is the highest form of living mind math and matter
    Negroes, complete the data
    Your nation's lacking, you're at the bottom of the living line
    Why? Cause Whitey screwed your simple mind
    You was a God now you're the sucker of the planet Earth
    And crowned your woman slut of the universe
    Pimping, leaning, fiending, scheming
    Trying to be the cooleest b***h for some frozen other reason
    That spit, it ain't slick on any known planet
    Except for Pluto I believe
    Three billion six hundred and eighty million miles away from something
    That's why you ain't saying nothing
    Heads is fronting, forty ounce and Phillies blunting
    Destructing before your sleepy eyes (ooh-yay)
    Teacher Wise will have you all recognize
    In minutes less than five niggas ain't 'bout thi
    It seems as if hip hop's become a species in danger
    Since rappers turned gangsta
    [Sluggy Ranks]
    Guns and knives take people's lives
    It's true
    Whoa, it's true, ooh-yay ee
    [x2]
    (Yes it's true, come come come)
    [Brother J]
    Now Vibal Magus in the house I've come to address the drama
    And season up and serve couch potato Godfathers
    Overdose on movies, come up living like a script
    Form an overnight mob getting paid to talk shit
    B*****s please, my nickname is Mr. Freeze
    I ice steel at lockdown and bring master keys
    I'm chain ganging these crews, long lines of emcees
    Come off the final plank, slave ships of wannabes
    I journey to your roots as I burn them Zoot Suits
    Revive the b***h genes revoked while playing cute
    I execute studio gangsters up on the scene
    Strong tug to mic cord, submits my guillotine
    To eat 'em up and split 'em, 'nuff heads is rolling down
    Degrading gangsta lean, black hole is going down
    You're mudbone, and I stand with ranges shown
    Thought you'd build a house, soon find you're home alone
    With full black intangibility
    Translating my heat to unreachable degrees
    Of super burn as my crew holds you in turn
    Lyric armageddon, when will you bunglers learn
    That superfly groupies, braid heads and dreads too
    Watch too much too gallant try to run it like the screw
    Create a revolution says the realm is upon you
    The righteous be the gods and the chosen be the few
    It's like that uh
    [Sluggy Ranks]
    You can't blow breath in the end
    So why you wanna take someone's life
    It's not right, no it isn't wise, ooh yay ooh yay
    Gotta move the right way
    Don't let the devil lead you astray
    That is right, whoa that is right, ooh yay ooh yay
    Father send us some blessings
    To wash away our sins
    Stand up for the positive
    Ay, and I'll deal with negative
    Iy, we're killing them with conscious vibes
    Killing them with positive vibes
    It's nothing but conscious style ooh yay ooh yay
    Guns and knives take people's lives
    It's true
    Whoa, it's true, ooh-yay
    [x2]