作词 : Mike B Kim/jonathan park 作曲 : Mike B Kim (Dumbfoundead Verse 1) Got my favorite record on and incense lit Since an infant I’ve looked up to them big ballin’ pimps Shiny Impalas with rims the Crème de le crème Young prince with a pen trying to be one of them Now I’m grown, and my OG’s are locked up or drugged out If they seen what I done they would bug out Hitting home runs while they sitting in the dug out Got the needle to the wax trying to get the blood out Red carpet by my feet when I’m walking out the ride Graduated from the hood, I ain’t talking ‘bout Devry The school of hard knox cops let the whistles blow Where we kiss the sky high off the missile toe Now I’ve seen more ass than a strippers pole Never should’ve taught a guppy how to use a fishing pole Sticks and stones may break my bones but my words more powerful than ancient Rome Every problem that I’ve had man I faced alone Better obey me, like it’s wheat pasted on
(Kero’s Chorus) We staying up all night (yeah you can count on that) We writing our own rhymes (yeah you can count on that) Puttin good music over money (yeah you can count on that) Kid we stay on the grind (all day everyday)
(Kero Verse 2) I’m paving these roads in cobblestone old school killing pro tools, using the weapon above my collar bone you want a piece, I’ll break you off like Toblerone you can play me on your iHome or call Tablo’s phone, either way you'll hear the truth, to all the non-believers doubting, I’m rerouting your outings into a catacomb Sumimasen, its a dead end, I spit that cement, hitting foes heavy like a Chevy, move swift before it set in, I bridge the gap, catastrophic raps perhaps, these flows could break the levee’s I walk the streets , rocking levis and Sperry’s with a mariners vibe, comb my hair to the side, while my pair of J5's, buried alive, in my closet trying to surface like a serpent draw the curtains it’s time I do me, like Pamela Handerson, and Michael Bivins living, outside the mold I’m given, rhythms I kill em’, murderer slash friendly guy, Gemini friend me by twitter, facebook, or send me hi’s and despite that, some dudes fall in envy, trust I keep it moving like a U-Haul or Penske my style stay versatile like RuPaul in leggings and you can count on that like a 10-key, the ending.
(Dumbfoundead Chorus) We spitting that real shit (yeah you can count on that) That make your whole body move shit (yeah you can count on that) Every verse we kill sh*t (yeah you can count on that) Los Angeles, CA (all day everyday)
(Outro) (Dumbfoundead) Satisfaction guaranteed Giving you what you need Don’t believe everything that you hear, that you read (Kero) We slanging you that dope, raw, uncut pure Coming straight from the underground we come up sewers (Dumbfoundead) Connoisseurs of the classic, scratching and backspins Rhyming on cloud 9, electric relaxing (Kero) From the true school, to new school to old school vibe Dumbfoundead, Kero One we’re the go to guys
作词 : Mike B Kim/jonathan park 作曲 : Mike B Kim (Dumbfoundead Verse 1) Got my favorite record on and incense lit Since an infant I’ve looked up to them big ballin’ pimps Shiny Impalas with rims the Crème de le crème Young prince with a pen trying to be one of them Now I’m grown, and my OG’s are locked up or drugged out If they seen what I done they would bug out Hitting home runs while they sitting in the dug out Got the needle to the wax trying to get the blood out Red carpet by my feet when I’m walking out the ride Graduated from the hood, I ain’t talking ‘bout Devry The school of hard knox cops let the whistles blow Where we kiss the sky high off the missile toe Now I’ve seen more ass than a strippers pole Never should’ve taught a guppy how to use a fishing pole Sticks and stones may break my bones but my words more powerful than ancient Rome Every problem that I’ve had man I faced alone Better obey me, like it’s wheat pasted on
(Kero’s Chorus) We staying up all night (yeah you can count on that) We writing our own rhymes (yeah you can count on that) Puttin good music over money (yeah you can count on that) Kid we stay on the grind (all day everyday)
(Kero Verse 2) I’m paving these roads in cobblestone old school killing pro tools, using the weapon above my collar bone you want a piece, I’ll break you off like Toblerone you can play me on your iHome or call Tablo’s phone, either way you'll hear the truth, to all the non-believers doubting, I’m rerouting your outings into a catacomb Sumimasen, its a dead end, I spit that cement, hitting foes heavy like a Chevy, move swift before it set in, I bridge the gap, catastrophic raps perhaps, these flows could break the levee’s I walk the streets , rocking levis and Sperry’s with a mariners vibe, comb my hair to the side, while my pair of J5's, buried alive, in my closet trying to surface like a serpent draw the curtains it’s time I do me, like Pamela Handerson, and Michael Bivins living, outside the mold I’m given, rhythms I kill em’, murderer slash friendly guy, Gemini friend me by twitter, facebook, or send me hi’s and despite that, some dudes fall in envy, trust I keep it moving like a U-Haul or Penske my style stay versatile like RuPaul in leggings and you can count on that like a 10-key, the ending.
(Dumbfoundead Chorus) We spitting that real shit (yeah you can count on that) That make your whole body move shit (yeah you can count on that) Every verse we kill sh*t (yeah you can count on that) Los Angeles, CA (all day everyday)
(Outro) (Dumbfoundead) Satisfaction guaranteed Giving you what you need Don’t believe everything that you hear, that you read (Kero) We slanging you that dope, raw, uncut pure Coming straight from the underground we come up sewers (Dumbfoundead) Connoisseurs of the classic, scratching and backspins Rhyming on cloud 9, electric relaxing (Kero) From the true school, to new school to old school vibe Dumbfoundead, Kero One we’re the go to guys
