| Song | Raisin' the Stakes |
| Artist | Groove Armada |
| Album | Goodbye Country (Hello Nightclub) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cato, Findlay, Kriminul, White | |
| Raising the stakes and rhyming 'em breaks, hey | |
| Raising the stakes and rhyming 'em breaks, hey | |
| We started from hooligans with brothers that shoot at jobs | |
| Take it back around the way trying to build a future form | |
| Our peoples are still lost get through no matter 'cause | |
| We run it out of town but you still wanna floss | |
| Not because you getting money, don't mean you better off | |
| Can't join that late nights, now take that Gucci sweater off | |
| Too heavy for rap, have to take a slight measure off | |
| Spin that George broth back, you in that white colored cloth | |
| Like Oliver North, my fate detected | |
| My feelings is forced, bullets get ejected | |
| Mothers scream into ours, I've been through the force | |
| Sauteed rappers with sauce and mix them up with tofu | |
| And no beef of course when I say give me some room | |
| And I mean a loft big bitching too fast scenery from the boys | |
| Greenery live with the torch, a bad piece hitting New York | |
| You can't listen if you know that you're soft, jump on the stage | |
| Chain rattling, the lance is street haggling | |
| Underground scriptures thrown at you like a javeling | |
| Tone of my voice unraveling, they fall in about | |
| As quick as you know time is traveling | |
| Can't you imagine that you see me every day on the streets | |
| From crown heights to castle in the comfort castle back into my own speech | |
| Mozambique, the time in Cologne that flavors have flown | |
| Earn a few shillings then I'm heading back home setting the tone | |
| And raising the stakes, and rhyming the breaks | |
| High school flows giving rappers the shakes | |
| On the corner posted up, henesy styrofoam cups | |
| Man we still living it's surprising like what | |
| Bring on the skeptics, let them know ten years fully vested | |
| Been down like Amadeus blend the eclectic | |
| Respected like the full pound | |
| It's like Horatio girl you gotta love the way it's going down | |
| Raising the stakes and rhyming 'em breaks, hey | |
| Raising the stakes and rhyming 'em breaks, hey | |
| Raising the stakes and rhyming 'em breaks, hey | |
| Raising the stakes and rhyming 'em breaks, hey |
| zuo ci : Cato, Findlay, Kriminul, White | |
| Raising the stakes and rhyming ' em breaks, hey | |
| Raising the stakes and rhyming ' em breaks, hey | |
| We started from hooligans with brothers that shoot at jobs | |
| Take it back around the way trying to build a future form | |
| Our peoples are still lost get through no matter ' cause | |
| We run it out of town but you still wanna floss | |
| Not because you getting money, don' t mean you better off | |
| Can' t join that late nights, now take that Gucci sweater off | |
| Too heavy for rap, have to take a slight measure off | |
| Spin that George broth back, you in that white colored cloth | |
| Like Oliver North, my fate detected | |
| My feelings is forced, bullets get ejected | |
| Mothers scream into ours, I' ve been through the force | |
| Sauteed rappers with sauce and mix them up with tofu | |
| And no beef of course when I say give me some room | |
| And I mean a loft big bitching too fast scenery from the boys | |
| Greenery live with the torch, a bad piece hitting New York | |
| You can' t listen if you know that you' re soft, jump on the stage | |
| Chain rattling, the lance is street haggling | |
| Underground scriptures thrown at you like a javeling | |
| Tone of my voice unraveling, they fall in about | |
| As quick as you know time is traveling | |
| Can' t you imagine that you see me every day on the streets | |
| From crown heights to castle in the comfort castle back into my own speech | |
| Mozambique, the time in Cologne that flavors have flown | |
| Earn a few shillings then I' m heading back home setting the tone | |
| And raising the stakes, and rhyming the breaks | |
| High school flows giving rappers the shakes | |
| On the corner posted up, henesy styrofoam cups | |
| Man we still living it' s surprising like what | |
| Bring on the skeptics, let them know ten years fully vested | |
| Been down like Amadeus blend the eclectic | |
| Respected like the full pound | |
| It' s like Horatio girl you gotta love the way it' s going down | |
| Raising the stakes and rhyming ' em breaks, hey | |
| Raising the stakes and rhyming ' em breaks, hey | |
| Raising the stakes and rhyming ' em breaks, hey | |
| Raising the stakes and rhyming ' em breaks, hey |
| zuò cí : Cato, Findlay, Kriminul, White | |
| Raising the stakes and rhyming ' em breaks, hey | |
| Raising the stakes and rhyming ' em breaks, hey | |
| We started from hooligans with brothers that shoot at jobs | |
| Take it back around the way trying to build a future form | |
| Our peoples are still lost get through no matter ' cause | |
| We run it out of town but you still wanna floss | |
| Not because you getting money, don' t mean you better off | |
| Can' t join that late nights, now take that Gucci sweater off | |
| Too heavy for rap, have to take a slight measure off | |
| Spin that George broth back, you in that white colored cloth | |
| Like Oliver North, my fate detected | |
| My feelings is forced, bullets get ejected | |
| Mothers scream into ours, I' ve been through the force | |
| Sauteed rappers with sauce and mix them up with tofu | |
| And no beef of course when I say give me some room | |
| And I mean a loft big bitching too fast scenery from the boys | |
| Greenery live with the torch, a bad piece hitting New York | |
| You can' t listen if you know that you' re soft, jump on the stage | |
| Chain rattling, the lance is street haggling | |
| Underground scriptures thrown at you like a javeling | |
| Tone of my voice unraveling, they fall in about | |
| As quick as you know time is traveling | |
| Can' t you imagine that you see me every day on the streets | |
| From crown heights to castle in the comfort castle back into my own speech | |
| Mozambique, the time in Cologne that flavors have flown | |
| Earn a few shillings then I' m heading back home setting the tone | |
| And raising the stakes, and rhyming the breaks | |
| High school flows giving rappers the shakes | |
| On the corner posted up, henesy styrofoam cups | |
| Man we still living it' s surprising like what | |
| Bring on the skeptics, let them know ten years fully vested | |
| Been down like Amadeus blend the eclectic | |
| Respected like the full pound | |
| It' s like Horatio girl you gotta love the way it' s going down | |
| Raising the stakes and rhyming ' em breaks, hey | |
| Raising the stakes and rhyming ' em breaks, hey | |
| Raising the stakes and rhyming ' em breaks, hey | |
| Raising the stakes and rhyming ' em breaks, hey |