31 Bumrush

Song 31 Bumrush
Artist Artifacts
Album That's Them

Lyrics

作曲 : Brown, Jones, Williams
My off the hook look, leaves my competitors shook
No matter what groups you book,
I still jam like
Sam Cooke
Took a whole click out, and had the soundman flippin kickin wicked freestyle to shit on niggaz with the writtens
Check my computer type graphics, niggaz get they ass kicked quick if they try to flip like ashes,
I'm never passive, as is, yo you see the flow yo what happened
Check out them niggaz rappin
The clap of the crowd be showin me love like
Cupid Loop it back, shit slams like
I dished off to
Shaq My crew stay strapped with battle raps on cap
We ready to clap on chaps who make up half you sucker rap acts
I'm intact with facts,
MC's can't compete with these treats
And Shawn
J P. with the beats, unleash talents, balance, styles extra-ordinary with the vocabulary, no other buries
We know schematics on rapper's theatrics
Only a few can freak status,
Artifacts techniques can freak from here to
Dalls, leavin you to clean up like
Alice, shit's thick like smoke from out the chalice
The weak we em-barr-ass, showin no pity on your city
We either play you live or have you taped in like
MIDI (who)
The Brick
City Committee comin through a nigga soundset
This round's for all our niggaz that didn't get down yet
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
From off the back of the bus, the 31
Bumrush Crews we breeze through, you don't know, you need to tell the soundman, don't touch nothin but the
EQ (repeat 2X)
Deafenin, lethal weapon steppin with the props
Seekin through your sale racks and peepin all mall cops
In to win, tall like,
Paul Bunyan, the bass line's drummin
Meanin that the
Notty Headed
Nigguz comin
Lights, camera!
Act like you wanna bring the dra-ma
I make it hotter than all of
Atlanta, ready to act up
My Hooterville upbringin is swingin upon ya son
Gunnin for your under the name of
Tame One Yo, eyes focused, lips ready to toke it
You'll choke on my skit, your dilemma is to quit flip scripts, who's the winner takin out all beginners in an instant, my style's polished and stain resistant
The E&J sipper blunt ripper nigga flips your bitch ass
With better effects, we go to war like
George Lu-cas
Toucan Sam and we be the
Mister Man simply put
Your twelve inch could barely make a foot
We got bombs, my momma told me no when
I was younger but
I told her, "I don't cry on no shoulders I'm a soldier"
Let me show ya, how we can rock a crowd like
Ayatollah
Check the folder (here we go check it out right now)
Now you got the scoop, check the
Guess troop low
On the chest, niggaz still use the word fresh blessed
You see the structure, builder, constructer
Bust a, nother with the skills that
I muster Up touche you check the rhyme forte
Artifacts,
Tame One, and
MC El the
Sensai Chorus

Pinyin

zuò qǔ : Brown, Jones, Williams
My off the hook look, leaves my competitors shook
No matter what groups you book,
I still jam like
Sam Cooke
Took a whole click out, and had the soundman flippin kickin wicked freestyle to shit on niggaz with the writtens
Check my computer type graphics, niggaz get they ass kicked quick if they try to flip like ashes,
I' m never passive, as is, yo you see the flow yo what happened
Check out them niggaz rappin
The clap of the crowd be showin me love like
Cupid Loop it back, shit slams like
I dished off to
Shaq My crew stay strapped with battle raps on cap
We ready to clap on chaps who make up half you sucker rap acts
I' m intact with facts,
MC' s can' t compete with these treats
And Shawn
J P. with the beats, unleash talents, balance, styles extraordinary with the vocabulary, no other buries
We know schematics on rapper' s theatrics
Only a few can freak status,
Artifacts techniques can freak from here to
Dalls, leavin you to clean up like
Alice, shit' s thick like smoke from out the chalice
The weak we embarrass, showin no pity on your city
We either play you live or have you taped in like
MIDI who
The Brick
City Committee comin through a nigga soundset
This round' s for all our niggaz that didn' t get down yet
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
From off the back of the bus, the 31
Bumrush Crews we breeze through, you don' t know, you need to tell the soundman, don' t touch nothin but the
EQ repeat 2X
Deafenin, lethal weapon steppin with the props
Seekin through your sale racks and peepin all mall cops
In to win, tall like,
Paul Bunyan, the bass line' s drummin
Meanin that the
Notty Headed
Nigguz comin
Lights, camera!
Act like you wanna bring the drama
I make it hotter than all of
Atlanta, ready to act up
My Hooterville upbringin is swingin upon ya son
Gunnin for your under the name of
Tame One Yo, eyes focused, lips ready to toke it
You' ll choke on my skit, your dilemma is to quit flip scripts, who' s the winner takin out all beginners in an instant, my style' s polished and stain resistant
The E J sipper blunt ripper nigga flips your bitch ass
With better effects, we go to war like
George Lucas
Toucan Sam and we be the
Mister Man simply put
Your twelve inch could barely make a foot
We got bombs, my momma told me no when
I was younger but
I told her, " I don' t cry on no shoulders I' m a soldier"
Let me show ya, how we can rock a crowd like
Ayatollah
Check the folder here we go check it out right now
Now you got the scoop, check the
Guess troop low
On the chest, niggaz still use the word fresh blessed
You see the structure, builder, constructer
Bust a, nother with the skills that
I muster Up touche you check the rhyme forte
Artifacts,
Tame One, and
MC El the
Sensai Chorus