Rock Co.Kane Flow Lyrics
| Song | Rock Co.Kane Flow |
| Artist | De La Soul |
| Artist | MF Doom |
| Album | The Grind Date |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : De La Soul, Greedos ... | |
| Up in them five-star tellies sayin two mic rhymes be them average | |
| MC's of the times | |
| Unlike them, we craft gems | |
| So systematically inclined to pen lines without sayin the producer's name, all over the track | |
| Yeah I said it! | |
| What you need to do is get back to reading credits, we them medics alphabetically stuck on that | |
| English shit now, quick now, before we pour that sureshot pure | |
| Rock Co.Kane | |
| Flow [MF Doom] | |
| From the top of the key, the 3 | |
| Villain Been on in the game as long as you can wheelie your | |
| Schwinn Turn the corner spinnin, bust that ass and get up | |
| Dust off the mask, whoever laugh give him a head up | |
| He got jumped, it pumped his adrenaline | |
| He said it made him tougher than a bump of raw medicine | |
| To write all night long, the hourglass is still slow | |
| Flow from | |
| Hellborn to free power like | |
| Lilco And still owe bills, pay dues forever | |
| Slay you(s) when it comes to who's more cleverer | |
| Used to wore a leather goose "V" with the fur collar | |
| Hand charged a fee for loose leaf, words for dollar | |
| Ya heard? | |
| Holla -- broad or dude we need food | |
| Eat your team for sure, the streets sure seem rude | |
| For fam like the | |
| Partridges, pardon him for the mix-up | |
| Battle for your | |
| Atari cartridges or put your kicks up | |
| It's a stick up [Dave] | |
| Now put your blix up, these | |
| Riddick Bowe cuts is swoll like penile flicks, give 'em 20 | |
| The danger in his eyes'll let you know he's a brawler | |
| Bring your tallest champs like that much taller | |
| Ten pounds heavier, one step ahead of it | |
| Vocab, stamina, style's all irrelevant | |
| Camps and cliques, units, squad crews and clans | |
| Even your tongues'll **** around and leave your mouth [MF Doom] | |
| Doom brung that bum, there goes that news van again | |
| Act like you knew like | |
| Toucan Sam an' 'em | |
| He eat rappers like part of a complete breakfast | |
| Your rhymes ain't worth the weight of they cheap necklace | |
| String 'em up, bring 'em up under whack junk snack | |
| And get that out your hand, punk, jump and get your dunk smacked foul, we all know the rules bro | |
| You slow, you blow the soup on your fools, his | |
| Impulse like | |
| Yugo [Posdonus] | |
| You go lights, camera, action with no makeup | |
| We De La to the death, or at least until we break up | |
| Here's a couple of nice guys who finished first | |
| So nice try, but the prize is ours dispersed | |
| They say the good die young, so | |
| I added some bad-ass to my flavor to prolong my life over the drum | |
| Everyone cools off from bein hot | |
| It's about if you can handle bein cold or not! | |
| And we was told to hop on no one's dick by | |
| Prince Paul | |
| We stayed original ever since y'all | |
| First to do a lot of things in the game, but the last to say it | |
| No need to place it on a scale to weigh it | |
| And don't do it for the plays or to raise the bar | |
| Yet it's raised anyway, it's so amazing, are the three | |
| L.I. brothers from a other way of thinkin | |
| Hey your lady's winkin, | |
| I think you need to control that whore or | |
| I('ll) have to hold that [Dave] | |
| The elements are airborne, | |
| I smell the success (Yo let's cookie cut the shit and get the gingerbread, man) | |
| Sacrifice mics and push drugs to these rappers | |
| Puff ponies 'til | |
| I turn blue in the lips | |
| Sippin broads like 7- | |
| Up (ahh) so refreshing | |
| I finger pop these verses like first dates to birthdates | |
| September 2-1, 1-9, 6-8 | |
| Too old, to rhyme? | |
| Too bad, too late |
| zuo ci : De La Soul, Greedos ... | |
| Up in them fivestar tellies sayin two mic rhymes be them average | |
| MC' s of the times | |
| Unlike them, we craft gems | |
| So systematically inclined to pen lines without sayin the producer' s name, all over the track | |
| Yeah I said it! | |
| What you need to do is get back to reading credits, we them medics alphabetically stuck on that | |
| English shit now, quick now, before we pour that sureshot pure | |
| Rock Co. Kane | |
| Flow MF Doom | |
| From the top of the key, the 3 | |
| Villain Been on in the game as long as you can wheelie your | |
| Schwinn Turn the corner spinnin, bust that ass and get up | |
| Dust off the mask, whoever laugh give him a head up | |
| He got jumped, it pumped his adrenaline | |
| He said it made him tougher than a bump of raw medicine | |
| To write all night long, the hourglass is still slow | |
| Flow from | |
| Hellborn to free power like | |
| Lilco And still owe bills, pay dues forever | |
| Slay you s when it comes to who' s more cleverer | |
| Used to wore a leather goose " V" with the fur collar | |
| Hand charged a fee for loose leaf, words for dollar | |
| Ya heard? | |
| Holla broad or dude we need food | |
| Eat your team for sure, the streets sure seem rude | |
| For fam like the | |
| Partridges, pardon him for the mixup | |
| Battle for your | |
| Atari cartridges or put your kicks up | |
| It' s a stick up Dave | |
| Now put your blix up, these | |
| Riddick Bowe cuts is swoll like penile flicks, give ' em 20 | |
| The danger in his eyes' ll let you know he' s a brawler | |
| Bring your tallest champs like that much taller | |
| Ten pounds heavier, one step ahead of it | |
| Vocab, stamina, style' s all irrelevant | |
| Camps and cliques, units, squad crews and clans | |
| Even your tongues' ll around and leave your mouth MF Doom | |
| Doom brung that bum, there goes that news van again | |
| Act like you knew like | |
| Toucan Sam an' ' em | |
| He eat rappers like part of a complete breakfast | |
| Your rhymes ain' t worth the weight of they cheap necklace | |
| String ' em up, bring ' em up under whack junk snack | |
| And get that out your hand, punk, jump and get your dunk smacked foul, we all know the rules bro | |
| You slow, you blow the soup on your fools, his | |
| Impulse like | |
| Yugo Posdonus | |
| You go lights, camera, action with no makeup | |
| We De La to the death, or at least until we break up | |
| Here' s a couple of nice guys who finished first | |
| So nice try, but the prize is ours dispersed | |
| They say the good die young, so | |
| I added some badass to my flavor to prolong my life over the drum | |
| Everyone cools off from bein hot | |
| It' s about if you can handle bein cold or not! | |
| And we was told to hop on no one' s dick by | |
| Prince Paul | |
| We stayed original ever since y' all | |
| First to do a lot of things in the game, but the last to say it | |
| No need to place it on a scale to weigh it | |
| And don' t do it for the plays or to raise the bar | |
| Yet it' s raised anyway, it' s so amazing, are the three | |
| L. I. brothers from a other way of thinkin | |
| Hey your lady' s winkin, | |
| I think you need to control that whore or | |
| I' ll have to hold that Dave | |
| The elements are airborne, | |
| I smell the success Yo let' s cookie cut the shit and get the gingerbread, man | |
| Sacrifice mics and push drugs to these rappers | |
| Puff ponies ' til | |
| I turn blue in the lips | |
| Sippin broads like 7 | |
| Up ahh so refreshing | |
| I finger pop these verses like first dates to birthdates | |
| September 21, 19, 68 | |
| Too old, to rhyme? | |
| Too bad, too late |
| zuò cí : De La Soul, Greedos ... | |
| Up in them fivestar tellies sayin two mic rhymes be them average | |
| MC' s of the times | |
| Unlike them, we craft gems | |
| So systematically inclined to pen lines without sayin the producer' s name, all over the track | |
| Yeah I said it! | |
| What you need to do is get back to reading credits, we them medics alphabetically stuck on that | |
| English shit now, quick now, before we pour that sureshot pure | |
| Rock Co. Kane | |
| Flow MF Doom | |
| From the top of the key, the 3 | |
| Villain Been on in the game as long as you can wheelie your | |
| Schwinn Turn the corner spinnin, bust that ass and get up | |
| Dust off the mask, whoever laugh give him a head up | |
| He got jumped, it pumped his adrenaline | |
| He said it made him tougher than a bump of raw medicine | |
| To write all night long, the hourglass is still slow | |
| Flow from | |
| Hellborn to free power like | |
| Lilco And still owe bills, pay dues forever | |
| Slay you s when it comes to who' s more cleverer | |
| Used to wore a leather goose " V" with the fur collar | |
| Hand charged a fee for loose leaf, words for dollar | |
| Ya heard? | |
| Holla broad or dude we need food | |
| Eat your team for sure, the streets sure seem rude | |
| For fam like the | |
| Partridges, pardon him for the mixup | |
| Battle for your | |
| Atari cartridges or put your kicks up | |
| It' s a stick up Dave | |
| Now put your blix up, these | |
| Riddick Bowe cuts is swoll like penile flicks, give ' em 20 | |
| The danger in his eyes' ll let you know he' s a brawler | |
| Bring your tallest champs like that much taller | |
| Ten pounds heavier, one step ahead of it | |
| Vocab, stamina, style' s all irrelevant | |
| Camps and cliques, units, squad crews and clans | |
| Even your tongues' ll around and leave your mouth MF Doom | |
| Doom brung that bum, there goes that news van again | |
| Act like you knew like | |
| Toucan Sam an' ' em | |
| He eat rappers like part of a complete breakfast | |
| Your rhymes ain' t worth the weight of they cheap necklace | |
| String ' em up, bring ' em up under whack junk snack | |
| And get that out your hand, punk, jump and get your dunk smacked foul, we all know the rules bro | |
| You slow, you blow the soup on your fools, his | |
| Impulse like | |
| Yugo Posdonus | |
| You go lights, camera, action with no makeup | |
| We De La to the death, or at least until we break up | |
| Here' s a couple of nice guys who finished first | |
| So nice try, but the prize is ours dispersed | |
| They say the good die young, so | |
| I added some badass to my flavor to prolong my life over the drum | |
| Everyone cools off from bein hot | |
| It' s about if you can handle bein cold or not! | |
| And we was told to hop on no one' s dick by | |
| Prince Paul | |
| We stayed original ever since y' all | |
| First to do a lot of things in the game, but the last to say it | |
| No need to place it on a scale to weigh it | |
| And don' t do it for the plays or to raise the bar | |
| Yet it' s raised anyway, it' s so amazing, are the three | |
| L. I. brothers from a other way of thinkin | |
| Hey your lady' s winkin, | |
| I think you need to control that whore or | |
| I' ll have to hold that Dave | |
| The elements are airborne, | |
| I smell the success Yo let' s cookie cut the shit and get the gingerbread, man | |
| Sacrifice mics and push drugs to these rappers | |
| Puff ponies ' til | |
| I turn blue in the lips | |
| Sippin broads like 7 | |
| Up ahh so refreshing | |
| I finger pop these verses like first dates to birthdates | |
| September 21, 19, 68 | |
| Too old, to rhyme? | |
| Too bad, too late |
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