| Song | God Lives Through |
| Artist | A Tribe Called Quest |
| Album | Midnight Marauders |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Davis, Muhammad, Taylor | |
| "oh my god!" -> busta rhymes (16x) | |
| [phife dawg] | |
| There's a million mc's that claim they want some | |
| But see, i create sounds that make your ears go numb | |
| Peace to sayers ave., yeah you know how we go | |
| My best friend steven at the home depot | |
| Lowerton is in the house, i can't forget southside | |
| Walk past mc's like that girl did the pharcyde | |
| I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the mc with the know-how | |
| Act like you know, not now, but right now | |
| Beast of the east, on mc's i have a feast | |
| I'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like shanice | |
| Straight out jamaica scene, jamaica, queens | |
| But you could find me out in georgia, or anywhere in between | |
| Now if my partners don't look good, malik won't look good | |
| If malik don't look good, the quest won't look good | |
| If the quest don't look good, then queens won't look good | |
| But since the sounds are universal, new york won't look good | |
| Picture phife losin a battle, come on, get off it | |
| Put down the microphone son, surrender forfeit | |
| Did i hear somethin bout a crew? what they wanna do? | |
| You better call mr. babyface, so he can bring out _the cool in you_ | |
| Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by toni braxton | |
| And i'll dissect you like a fraction | |
| Oh, you wannabe top cat mc's, i'll pop you like a zit | |
| You wanna be the champ, you more like chief some-shit | |
| Big up myself everytime when it comes to this | |
| Mc's be runnin scared as if they're watchin the exorcist | |
| I kick more game than a crackhead from hempstead | |
| My styles are milk, man, you'd think that i was breast fed | |
| You know the steelo when the diggy dawg is on the scene | |
| I dedicate this to all the mc's outta queens | |
| That goes for onyx, ll, run-d.m.c. | |
| Akinyele, nasty nas and the extra p | |
| You need a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no other | |
| Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover | |
| Yo, tip don't worry dunn you know i get the party jumpin | |
| Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin | |
| Yo, tip don't worry dunn you know i get the party jumpin | |
| Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin (ooohh...) | |
| "oh my god!" -> busta rhymes (16x) | |
| [q-tip] (over busta rhymes) | |
| La, la, la, la.. | |
| Doop, doo, do, do.. | |
| La, la, la, la.. | |
| Shooby-doop, do, do.. | |
| La, la, la, la.. | |
| Shooby-doo, do, do.. | |
| You know i'm on the other, for the top 40 | |
| Haha, you gotta do it like this.. | |
| We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit | |
| So recognize me, kids memorize me | |
| Everyday, i be scroungin, really, i be loungin | |
| I play the down low, very very incognito | |
| Aries is my sign, i know that i can rhyme | |
| Sometimes i rhyme in riddles, plus i make the hunnies wiggle | |
| Intellect is the major, some heads like to wager | |
| The skills on the hill, overlookin dollar bills | |
| Man, ya crazy, thinkin you can phase me | |
| The ab doesn't study near nonsense money | |
| Life seems to meet me, mc's seem too cheesy | |
| With they doody ass renditions of defeatin competition | |
| I rock to the roll man, yes, i'm a soul man | |
| Bet'cha bottom dolla, vinia will make ya holla | |
| As ya stand at attention, did i forget to mention | |
| Mc's will give me twenty, if i sense that they act funny | |
| Lyrics are abundant, right there, i sound redundant | |
| Just mentionin the fact, that the area is fat | |
| I dwell in the unda, so hunny, it's no wonder | |
| That i get plenty of tail, well i even get white | |
| I'ma bet hittin head crack, there money, take that | |
| Breakin niggaz off, cut their bank, then i'm off | |
| While my nik'es match my lil hat, beat joint is mad fat | |
| Got the cutter of the box if a kid thinks he's ox | |
| For tier means creator, the poetry relator | |
| It's hemp, like betsy ross, let me tell you who's the boss | |
| La, la, la.. ("oh my god!" -> busta rhymes) | |
| La, la, la.. ("oh my god!" -> busta rhymes) | |
| La, la, la.. ("oh my god!" -> busta rhymes) smooth it y'all | |
| La, la, la.. ("oh my god!" -> busta rhymes) | |
| La, la, la.. ("oh my god!" -> busta rhymes) | |
| La, la, la.. ("oh my god!" -> busta rhymes) | |
| La, la, la.. ("oh my god!" -> busta rhymes) | |
| La, la, la.. ("oh my god!" -> busta rhymes) | |
| Queens got a zoo | |
| Brooklyn got a zoo | |
| Bronx got a zoo | |
| Long island got a zoo | |
| Long island.. got the zone | |
| Jersey got a zoo | |
| Philly got a zoo | |
| Milwaukee got a zoo | |
| L.a. got a zoo | |
| Oaktown got the zone | |
| La, la, la.. (4x) | |
| See, i like to get down jack |
| zuo ci : Davis, Muhammad, Taylor | |
| " oh my god!" busta rhymes 16x | |
| phife dawg | |
| There' s a million mc' s that claim they want some | |
| But see, i create sounds that make your ears go numb | |
| Peace to sayers ave., yeah you know how we go | |
| My best friend steven at the home depot | |
| Lowerton is in the house, i can' t forget southside | |
| Walk past mc' s like that girl did the pharcyde | |
| I' m labeled as the cat' s meow, the mc with the knowhow | |
| Act like you know, not now, but right now | |
| Beast of the east, on mc' s i have a feast | |
| I' d eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like shanice | |
| Straight out jamaica scene, jamaica, queens | |
| But you could find me out in georgia, or anywhere in between | |
| Now if my partners don' t look good, malik won' t look good | |
| If malik don' t look good, the quest won' t look good | |
| If the quest don' t look good, then queens won' t look good | |
| But since the sounds are universal, new york won' t look good | |
| Picture phife losin a battle, come on, get off it | |
| Put down the microphone son, surrender forfeit | |
| Did i hear somethin bout a crew? what they wanna do? | |
| You better call mr. babyface, so he can bring out _the cool in you_ | |
| Or it' ll be a sad love song being sung by toni braxton | |
| And i' ll dissect you like a fraction | |
| Oh, you wannabe top cat mc' s, i' ll pop you like a zit | |
| You wanna be the champ, you more like chief someshit | |
| Big up myself everytime when it comes to this | |
| Mc' s be runnin scared as if they' re watchin the exorcist | |
| I kick more game than a crackhead from hempstead | |
| My styles are milk, man, you' d think that i was breast fed | |
| You know the steelo when the diggy dawg is on the scene | |
| I dedicate this to all the mc' s outta queens | |
| That goes for onyx, ll, rund. m. c. | |
| Akinyele, nasty nas and the extra p | |
| You need a chart, straight up and down man, there ain' t no other | |
| Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover | |
| Yo, tip don' t worry dunn you know i get the party jumpin | |
| Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin | |
| Yo, tip don' t worry dunn you know i get the party jumpin | |
| Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin ooohh... | |
| " oh my god!" busta rhymes 16x | |
| qtip over busta rhymes | |
| La, la, la, la.. | |
| Doop, doo, do, do.. | |
| La, la, la, la.. | |
| Shoobydoop, do, do.. | |
| La, la, la, la.. | |
| Shoobydoo, do, do.. | |
| You know i' m on the other, for the top 40 | |
| Haha, you gotta do it like this.. | |
| We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it' s the bomb shit | |
| So recognize me, kids memorize me | |
| Everyday, i be scroungin, really, i be loungin | |
| I play the down low, very very incognito | |
| Aries is my sign, i know that i can rhyme | |
| Sometimes i rhyme in riddles, plus i make the hunnies wiggle | |
| Intellect is the major, some heads like to wager | |
| The skills on the hill, overlookin dollar bills | |
| Man, ya crazy, thinkin you can phase me | |
| The ab doesn' t study near nonsense money | |
| Life seems to meet me, mc' s seem too cheesy | |
| With they doody ass renditions of defeatin competition | |
| I rock to the roll man, yes, i' m a soul man | |
| Bet' cha bottom dolla, vinia will make ya holla | |
| As ya stand at attention, did i forget to mention | |
| Mc' s will give me twenty, if i sense that they act funny | |
| Lyrics are abundant, right there, i sound redundant | |
| Just mentionin the fact, that the area is fat | |
| I dwell in the unda, so hunny, it' s no wonder | |
| That i get plenty of tail, well i even get white | |
| I' ma bet hittin head crack, there money, take that | |
| Breakin niggaz off, cut their bank, then i' m off | |
| While my nik' es match my lil hat, beat joint is mad fat | |
| Got the cutter of the box if a kid thinks he' s ox | |
| For tier means creator, the poetry relator | |
| It' s hemp, like betsy ross, let me tell you who' s the boss | |
| La, la, la.. " oh my god!" busta rhymes | |
| La, la, la.. " oh my god!" busta rhymes | |
| La, la, la.. " oh my god!" busta rhymes smooth it y' all | |
| La, la, la.. " oh my god!" busta rhymes | |
| La, la, la.. " oh my god!" busta rhymes | |
| La, la, la.. " oh my god!" busta rhymes | |
| La, la, la.. " oh my god!" busta rhymes | |
| La, la, la.. " oh my god!" busta rhymes | |
| Queens got a zoo | |
| Brooklyn got a zoo | |
| Bronx got a zoo | |
| Long island got a zoo | |
| Long island.. got the zone | |
| Jersey got a zoo | |
| Philly got a zoo | |
| Milwaukee got a zoo | |
| L. a. got a zoo | |
| Oaktown got the zone | |
| La, la, la.. 4x | |
| See, i like to get down jack |
| zuò cí : Davis, Muhammad, Taylor | |
| " oh my god!" busta rhymes 16x | |
| phife dawg | |
| There' s a million mc' s that claim they want some | |
| But see, i create sounds that make your ears go numb | |
| Peace to sayers ave., yeah you know how we go | |
| My best friend steven at the home depot | |
| Lowerton is in the house, i can' t forget southside | |
| Walk past mc' s like that girl did the pharcyde | |
| I' m labeled as the cat' s meow, the mc with the knowhow | |
| Act like you know, not now, but right now | |
| Beast of the east, on mc' s i have a feast | |
| I' d eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like shanice | |
| Straight out jamaica scene, jamaica, queens | |
| But you could find me out in georgia, or anywhere in between | |
| Now if my partners don' t look good, malik won' t look good | |
| If malik don' t look good, the quest won' t look good | |
| If the quest don' t look good, then queens won' t look good | |
| But since the sounds are universal, new york won' t look good | |
| Picture phife losin a battle, come on, get off it | |
| Put down the microphone son, surrender forfeit | |
| Did i hear somethin bout a crew? what they wanna do? | |
| You better call mr. babyface, so he can bring out _the cool in you_ | |
| Or it' ll be a sad love song being sung by toni braxton | |
| And i' ll dissect you like a fraction | |
| Oh, you wannabe top cat mc' s, i' ll pop you like a zit | |
| You wanna be the champ, you more like chief someshit | |
| Big up myself everytime when it comes to this | |
| Mc' s be runnin scared as if they' re watchin the exorcist | |
| I kick more game than a crackhead from hempstead | |
| My styles are milk, man, you' d think that i was breast fed | |
| You know the steelo when the diggy dawg is on the scene | |
| I dedicate this to all the mc' s outta queens | |
| That goes for onyx, ll, rund. m. c. | |
| Akinyele, nasty nas and the extra p | |
| You need a chart, straight up and down man, there ain' t no other | |
| Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover | |
| Yo, tip don' t worry dunn you know i get the party jumpin | |
| Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin | |
| Yo, tip don' t worry dunn you know i get the party jumpin | |
| Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin ooohh... | |
| " oh my god!" busta rhymes 16x | |
| qtip over busta rhymes | |
| La, la, la, la.. | |
| Doop, doo, do, do.. | |
| La, la, la, la.. | |
| Shoobydoop, do, do.. | |
| La, la, la, la.. | |
| Shoobydoo, do, do.. | |
| You know i' m on the other, for the top 40 | |
| Haha, you gotta do it like this.. | |
| We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it' s the bomb shit | |
| So recognize me, kids memorize me | |
| Everyday, i be scroungin, really, i be loungin | |
| I play the down low, very very incognito | |
| Aries is my sign, i know that i can rhyme | |
| Sometimes i rhyme in riddles, plus i make the hunnies wiggle | |
| Intellect is the major, some heads like to wager | |
| The skills on the hill, overlookin dollar bills | |
| Man, ya crazy, thinkin you can phase me | |
| The ab doesn' t study near nonsense money | |
| Life seems to meet me, mc' s seem too cheesy | |
| With they doody ass renditions of defeatin competition | |
| I rock to the roll man, yes, i' m a soul man | |
| Bet' cha bottom dolla, vinia will make ya holla | |
| As ya stand at attention, did i forget to mention | |
| Mc' s will give me twenty, if i sense that they act funny | |
| Lyrics are abundant, right there, i sound redundant | |
| Just mentionin the fact, that the area is fat | |
| I dwell in the unda, so hunny, it' s no wonder | |
| That i get plenty of tail, well i even get white | |
| I' ma bet hittin head crack, there money, take that | |
| Breakin niggaz off, cut their bank, then i' m off | |
| While my nik' es match my lil hat, beat joint is mad fat | |
| Got the cutter of the box if a kid thinks he' s ox | |
| For tier means creator, the poetry relator | |
| It' s hemp, like betsy ross, let me tell you who' s the boss | |
| La, la, la.. " oh my god!" busta rhymes | |
| La, la, la.. " oh my god!" busta rhymes | |
| La, la, la.. " oh my god!" busta rhymes smooth it y' all | |
| La, la, la.. " oh my god!" busta rhymes | |
| La, la, la.. " oh my god!" busta rhymes | |
| La, la, la.. " oh my god!" busta rhymes | |
| La, la, la.. " oh my god!" busta rhymes | |
| La, la, la.. " oh my god!" busta rhymes | |
| Queens got a zoo | |
| Brooklyn got a zoo | |
| Bronx got a zoo | |
| Long island got a zoo | |
| Long island.. got the zone | |
| Jersey got a zoo | |
| Philly got a zoo | |
| Milwaukee got a zoo | |
| L. a. got a zoo | |
| Oaktown got the zone | |
| La, la, la.. 4x | |
| See, i like to get down jack |