| Song | Everything Steady Goin Downhill |
| Artist | ShinSight Trio |
| Album | Shallow Nights Blurry Moon |
| 作曲 : Taoka, Todman, Yoshihara | |
| I've increased skill my teams built and things seem chill still | |
| Everything is steady going downhill. | |
| Nice spot. New job. Fresh cloths. Your cars Ill and still.. | |
| Everything is steady going downhill. | |
| Mad Respect. Fat checks. Stacks of hundred dollar bills son chill. | |
| Everything is steady going downhill. | |
| Cool watch. Fly kicks. Dope rhymes son you got mad skill sill | |
| Everything is steady going downhill. | |
| Vears I | |
| Let me jump right in. This is the story of a king. | |
| A king of his community who knew to do his thing. | |
| His thing was to talk so he grew to be a speaker. | |
| Started charities and gave a homeless man sneakers. | |
| Greedier for media, he;s planning his role. Like on the | |
| News he gave a jacket to a man who was cold. | |
| On camera he's standing with a baby in his hand. | |
| Even though we know he's fake he thinks we're falling for his plan. | |
| Now when he steps in his car what's the music he listens to? | |
| He's dissing you, kicking you. Who? Pick and choose. | |
| Cause any man on top playing a role would | |
| never trade places with a modern day soul | |
| The logic of profit and gold, to replace what you use. | |
| Now you could save currency that you could trade for food. | |
| If you were paid in fish a rich mans logic would boil. | |
| And he would be like you or me cause see his profits would spoil. | |
| I know you eat food. *You like the song? | |
| So how much do you need? *You like the song? | |
| What do you do for work? *You like the song? | |
| How many do you feed? | |
| OK now if you don't well you can turn it off | |
| and play your homeboy Elroy, who's rhymes are soft. | |
| Cause he ain't saying nothing. Most rappers rapped up I | |
| rip rapping. But what happened to the king? | |
| You for got and he prevailed while you criticize my verses | |
| he can carry out his tail. | |
| So who is in jail. You are a | |
| snail impaled by an imbecile with scales. | |
| Chorus | |
| Mad Respect. Fat checks. Stacks of hundred dollar bills son chill. | |
| Everything is steady going downhill. | |
| Cool watch. Fly kicks. Dope rhymes son you got mad skill sill | |
| Everything is steady going downhill. | |
| I've increased skill my teams built and things seem chill still | |
| Everything is steady going downhill. | |
| Nice spot. New job. Fresh cloths. Your cars Ill and still.. | |
| Everything is steady going downhill. | |
| Verse II | |
| So if you number one now maybe not for long. | |
| Try to stay humble that's the moral of the song. | |
| Cause if the buzz turns to fuzz any great collaboration. | |
| will soon be forgotten and rotten snakes will be hating. | |
| Remember when Vanilla Ice was on top and the | |
| media was trying to say his single was hot? | |
| Lot's of paid play rotation for creations that cheap when Dj's | |
| know deep down that the sound is weak. | |
| But it's OK because I know it's all politics. | |
| But does your boss know what garbage is? | |
| So that's why I can't bother with that now. I'd | |
| rather cop mix tapes cause radio's whacked now. | |
| You think your hot and need to stop all interviews and | |
| give us some respectable hip hop to listen too. | |
| I never used to write songs that talk trash I | |
| usually convey unique concepts with class. | |
| Look at my past and check. I thought I had to express | |
| rap regressed and get it off my chest. | |
| See they forgot sometimes that their not greater than rhymes. | |
| Since it's words that made them famous most faded when they shined. | |
| Who stays around an old man who went gold heart | |
| cold, walks around bold with art that lost soul and an | |
| ego on top of that? Fake ass cats. Thats how it's | |
| gonna be with rappers making fake ass rap. | |
| Now till um sixty kids will give me respect. Others look | |
| silly with rhymes of sex and tecks. | |
| Now when you scam and flim-flam for all small checks | |
| who's gonna help when you fall off steps? | |
| I've increased skill my teams built and things seem chill still | |
| Everything is steady going downhill. | |
| Nice spot. New job. Fresh cloths. Your cars Ill and still.. | |
| Everything is steady going downhill. | |
| Mad Respect. Fat checks. Stacks of hundred dollar bills son chill. | |
| Everything is steady going downhill. | |
| Cool watch. Fly kicks. Dope rhymes son you got mad skill sill | |
| Everything is steady going downhill. |
| zuò qǔ : Taoka, Todman, Yoshihara | |
| I' ve increased skill my teams built and things seem chill still | |
| Everything is steady going downhill. | |
| Nice spot. New job. Fresh cloths. Your cars Ill and still.. | |
| Everything is steady going downhill. | |
| Mad Respect. Fat checks. Stacks of hundred dollar bills son chill. | |
| Everything is steady going downhill. | |
| Cool watch. Fly kicks. Dope rhymes son you got mad skill sill | |
| Everything is steady going downhill. | |
| Vears I | |
| Let me jump right in. This is the story of a king. | |
| A king of his community who knew to do his thing. | |
| His thing was to talk so he grew to be a speaker. | |
| Started charities and gave a homeless man sneakers. | |
| Greedier for media, he s planning his role. Like on the | |
| News he gave a jacket to a man who was cold. | |
| On camera he' s standing with a baby in his hand. | |
| Even though we know he' s fake he thinks we' re falling for his plan. | |
| Now when he steps in his car what' s the music he listens to? | |
| He' s dissing you, kicking you. Who? Pick and choose. | |
| Cause any man on top playing a role would | |
| never trade places with a modern day soul | |
| The logic of profit and gold, to replace what you use. | |
| Now you could save currency that you could trade for food. | |
| If you were paid in fish a rich mans logic would boil. | |
| And he would be like you or me cause see his profits would spoil. | |
| I know you eat food. You like the song? | |
| So how much do you need? You like the song? | |
| What do you do for work? You like the song? | |
| How many do you feed? | |
| OK now if you don' t well you can turn it off | |
| and play your homeboy Elroy, who' s rhymes are soft. | |
| Cause he ain' t saying nothing. Most rappers rapped up I | |
| rip rapping. But what happened to the king? | |
| You for got and he prevailed while you criticize my verses | |
| he can carry out his tail. | |
| So who is in jail. You are a | |
| snail impaled by an imbecile with scales. | |
| Chorus | |
| Mad Respect. Fat checks. Stacks of hundred dollar bills son chill. | |
| Everything is steady going downhill. | |
| Cool watch. Fly kicks. Dope rhymes son you got mad skill sill | |
| Everything is steady going downhill. | |
| I' ve increased skill my teams built and things seem chill still | |
| Everything is steady going downhill. | |
| Nice spot. New job. Fresh cloths. Your cars Ill and still.. | |
| Everything is steady going downhill. | |
| Verse II | |
| So if you number one now maybe not for long. | |
| Try to stay humble that' s the moral of the song. | |
| Cause if the buzz turns to fuzz any great collaboration. | |
| will soon be forgotten and rotten snakes will be hating. | |
| Remember when Vanilla Ice was on top and the | |
| media was trying to say his single was hot? | |
| Lot' s of paid play rotation for creations that cheap when Dj' s | |
| know deep down that the sound is weak. | |
| But it' s OK because I know it' s all politics. | |
| But does your boss know what garbage is? | |
| So that' s why I can' t bother with that now. I' d | |
| rather cop mix tapes cause radio' s whacked now. | |
| You think your hot and need to stop all interviews and | |
| give us some respectable hip hop to listen too. | |
| I never used to write songs that talk trash I | |
| usually convey unique concepts with class. | |
| Look at my past and check. I thought I had to express | |
| rap regressed and get it off my chest. | |
| See they forgot sometimes that their not greater than rhymes. | |
| Since it' s words that made them famous most faded when they shined. | |
| Who stays around an old man who went gold heart | |
| cold, walks around bold with art that lost soul and an | |
| ego on top of that? Fake ass cats. Thats how it' s | |
| gonna be with rappers making fake ass rap. | |
| Now till um sixty kids will give me respect. Others look | |
| silly with rhymes of sex and tecks. | |
| Now when you scam and flimflam for all small checks | |
| who' s gonna help when you fall off steps? | |
| I' ve increased skill my teams built and things seem chill still | |
| Everything is steady going downhill. | |
| Nice spot. New job. Fresh cloths. Your cars Ill and still.. | |
| Everything is steady going downhill. | |
| Mad Respect. Fat checks. Stacks of hundred dollar bills son chill. | |
| Everything is steady going downhill. | |
| Cool watch. Fly kicks. Dope rhymes son you got mad skill sill | |
| Everything is steady going downhill. |