| 作词 : Martin, Parker | |
| One two, testing one two | |
| Alright party people in the place to be | |
| The party has already started | |
| And it's about to ill | |
| Let me introduce you to another type of rapper | |
| MCwhere glamor and glitter don't matter gently | |
| I'm tired of the | |
| Chattanooga empty | |
| Classical like a | |
| German luger | |
| Deep like a tune for scuba diving who am | |
| I the hyper | |
| Like I said, before my radar's going bibbit, bibbit | |
| The microphone | |
| I grip it, grip it, lyric, lyric | |
| I live itHear it my spirit is where it should be | |
| Don't push me if you pussy | |
| I spot 'em, it seems you want to ride the dillz | |
| I got em, | |
| KRS got skills in the place | |
| I waste megahertz of bass bottom, chill | |
| As I rock 'em and get ill, | |
| I build the perfect spot to kill | |
| Verbal excitement will lead to your indictment | |
| Whether or not you like it, still, number one | |
| I hype itYour album, rewrite it | |
| How many M | |
| C's, wannabemceez | |
| Never be M | |
| C's, 'cause they can't | |
| MCHow many | |
| MC's, wannabemceez | |
| Never be M | |
| C's, 'cause they can't | |
| MCTriplet syllables for minimal criminals | |
| Lyrical riddles that got hard flavors in the middle | |
| Sit back and chittle as | |
| I stand and still rebuild on skills | |
| The admission of serial lyrics, calculated to weaken the spirit | |
| Ricochet any style any day | |
| Any which way and you'll | |
| Cherish the | |
| Day like Sade | |
| The advanced oratorical techniques | |
| I speak keep the heat at full peak | |
| My grammar with stamina, grabs a rapper like the fresh catch of the day | |
| And crack the back of that | |
| DJ, I'm strappin' and attackin' a pack | |
| And whatever happens after that just happens, fact | |
| Flamboyant and flashy is one point in time when you're not ashy | |
| Focus on the syllable formats and the cash | |
| GG for guard your grill, | |
| I'm hard to kill | |
| Odd but ill, a job to fill is to refill on skills | |
| We built and killed style and skill | |
| While poetically recriminate you like a child | |
| I willGet ill, and switch to earn 'cause | |
| I prefer to slur but not blur | |
| Blurring you're stirring up trouble surely you don't need it | |
| Be seated | |
| I'm undefeated dem not see it | |
| Observe me then beat it | |
| How many M | |
| C's, wannabemceez | |
| Never be M | |
| C's, 'cause they can't | |
| MCHow many | |
| MC's, wannabemceez | |
| Never be M | |
| C's, 'cause they can't | |
| MCLet's get back to the point quickly, get with me | |
| The voice from | |
| New York City is too witty | |
| I come from a era of ' | |
| OJ cars', | |
| Latin Quarter | |
| Fake Gucci and fake | |
| Fendi, you can't send me | |
| Nowhere, that | |
| I ain't been to | |
| You can't tell me nuttin' that | |
| I ain't been through | |
| Disrespect the teacher | |
| I gots to get you' | |
| Cause they can't | |
| MCBut what you really sayin' | |
| You sound like a bitch-ass rapper when he's saying"Yo Kris you hit too hard" stop playing, switching and swaying | |
| Day in and day out, your styles are played out, see you way out | |
| Before you're laid out, your bright lights start to fade out | |
| The last thing you heard is "Who let the K out?" ' | |
| No great area' | |
| Everything is black and white we took the gray out it's scarier | |
| Either you're winnin' or losin', spinnin' the rules of conscience | |
| But lyrically there ain't no stoppin', | |
| I'm droppin' a lot in your noggin'' | |
| Cause I know that you're lyrically starvin' | |
| Carbon, your name, battle battle | |
| Everybody wants to battle but you babble | |
| Who knows ya, battlin' me, is the only way that you can gain exposure | |
| I feel for ya soldier, | |
| I hate to say it but | |
| I told ya so | |
| You know that | |
| I know the ancient flow | |
| KRS-OneIs the holder of a boulder yo, money folder yo | |
| You want a fresh style let me show you slow your blow | |
| I'm not your foe battling me? | |
| No, no, no, no, no, no, no | |
| How many M | |
| C's, wannabemceez | |
| Never be M | |
| C's, 'cause they can't | |
| MCHow many | |
| MC's, wannabemceez | |
| Never be M | |
| C's, 'cause they can't | |
| MCIf a DJ think he man den he better prepare for war | |
| BDP crew get up in that ass like a piece of toilet tissue | |
| General Lion | |
| I chase them all and | |
| I am on fiyah | |
| Represent the hardest crew, you know how we do | |
| Anything tess, dead, gun shot to dem head, gwan |
| zuo ci : Martin, Parker | |
| One two, testing one two | |
| Alright party people in the place to be | |
| The party has already started | |
| And it' s about to ill | |
| Let me introduce you to another type of rapper | |
| MCwhere glamor and glitter don' t matter gently | |
| I' m tired of the | |
| Chattanooga empty | |
| Classical like a | |
| German luger | |
| Deep like a tune for scuba diving who am | |
| I the hyper | |
| Like I said, before my radar' s going bibbit, bibbit | |
| The microphone | |
| I grip it, grip it, lyric, lyric | |
| I live itHear it my spirit is where it should be | |
| Don' t push me if you pussy | |
| I spot ' em, it seems you want to ride the dillz | |
| I got em, | |
| KRS got skills in the place | |
| I waste megahertz of bass bottom, chill | |
| As I rock ' em and get ill, | |
| I build the perfect spot to kill | |
| Verbal excitement will lead to your indictment | |
| Whether or not you like it, still, number one | |
| I hype itYour album, rewrite it | |
| How many M | |
| C' s, wannabemceez | |
| Never be M | |
| C' s, ' cause they can' t | |
| MCHow many | |
| MC' s, wannabemceez | |
| Never be M | |
| C' s, ' cause they can' t | |
| MCTriplet syllables for minimal criminals | |
| Lyrical riddles that got hard flavors in the middle | |
| Sit back and chittle as | |
| I stand and still rebuild on skills | |
| The admission of serial lyrics, calculated to weaken the spirit | |
| Ricochet any style any day | |
| Any which way and you' ll | |
| Cherish the | |
| Day like Sade | |
| The advanced oratorical techniques | |
| I speak keep the heat at full peak | |
| My grammar with stamina, grabs a rapper like the fresh catch of the day | |
| And crack the back of that | |
| DJ, I' m strappin' and attackin' a pack | |
| And whatever happens after that just happens, fact | |
| Flamboyant and flashy is one point in time when you' re not ashy | |
| Focus on the syllable formats and the cash | |
| GG for guard your grill, | |
| I' m hard to kill | |
| Odd but ill, a job to fill is to refill on skills | |
| We built and killed style and skill | |
| While poetically recriminate you like a child | |
| I willGet ill, and switch to earn ' cause | |
| I prefer to slur but not blur | |
| Blurring you' re stirring up trouble surely you don' t need it | |
| Be seated | |
| I' m undefeated dem not see it | |
| Observe me then beat it | |
| How many M | |
| C' s, wannabemceez | |
| Never be M | |
| C' s, ' cause they can' t | |
| MCHow many | |
| MC' s, wannabemceez | |
| Never be M | |
| C' s, ' cause they can' t | |
| MCLet' s get back to the point quickly, get with me | |
| The voice from | |
| New York City is too witty | |
| I come from a era of ' | |
| OJ cars', | |
| Latin Quarter | |
| Fake Gucci and fake | |
| Fendi, you can' t send me | |
| Nowhere, that | |
| I ain' t been to | |
| You can' t tell me nuttin' that | |
| I ain' t been through | |
| Disrespect the teacher | |
| I gots to get you' | |
| Cause they can' t | |
| MCBut what you really sayin' | |
| You sound like a bitchass rapper when he' s saying" Yo Kris you hit too hard" stop playing, switching and swaying | |
| Day in and day out, your styles are played out, see you way out | |
| Before you' re laid out, your bright lights start to fade out | |
| The last thing you heard is " Who let the K out?" ' | |
| No great area' | |
| Everything is black and white we took the gray out it' s scarier | |
| Either you' re winnin' or losin', spinnin' the rules of conscience | |
| But lyrically there ain' t no stoppin', | |
| I' m droppin' a lot in your noggin'' | |
| Cause I know that you' re lyrically starvin' | |
| Carbon, your name, battle battle | |
| Everybody wants to battle but you babble | |
| Who knows ya, battlin' me, is the only way that you can gain exposure | |
| I feel for ya soldier, | |
| I hate to say it but | |
| I told ya so | |
| You know that | |
| I know the ancient flow | |
| KRSOneIs the holder of a boulder yo, money folder yo | |
| You want a fresh style let me show you slow your blow | |
| I' m not your foe battling me? | |
| No, no, no, no, no, no, no | |
| How many M | |
| C' s, wannabemceez | |
| Never be M | |
| C' s, ' cause they can' t | |
| MCHow many | |
| MC' s, wannabemceez | |
| Never be M | |
| C' s, ' cause they can' t | |
| MCIf a DJ think he man den he better prepare for war | |
| BDP crew get up in that ass like a piece of toilet tissue | |
| General Lion | |
| I chase them all and | |
| I am on fiyah | |
| Represent the hardest crew, you know how we do | |
| Anything tess, dead, gun shot to dem head, gwan |
| zuò cí : Martin, Parker | |
| One two, testing one two | |
| Alright party people in the place to be | |
| The party has already started | |
| And it' s about to ill | |
| Let me introduce you to another type of rapper | |
| MCwhere glamor and glitter don' t matter gently | |
| I' m tired of the | |
| Chattanooga empty | |
| Classical like a | |
| German luger | |
| Deep like a tune for scuba diving who am | |
| I the hyper | |
| Like I said, before my radar' s going bibbit, bibbit | |
| The microphone | |
| I grip it, grip it, lyric, lyric | |
| I live itHear it my spirit is where it should be | |
| Don' t push me if you pussy | |
| I spot ' em, it seems you want to ride the dillz | |
| I got em, | |
| KRS got skills in the place | |
| I waste megahertz of bass bottom, chill | |
| As I rock ' em and get ill, | |
| I build the perfect spot to kill | |
| Verbal excitement will lead to your indictment | |
| Whether or not you like it, still, number one | |
| I hype itYour album, rewrite it | |
| How many M | |
| C' s, wannabemceez | |
| Never be M | |
| C' s, ' cause they can' t | |
| MCHow many | |
| MC' s, wannabemceez | |
| Never be M | |
| C' s, ' cause they can' t | |
| MCTriplet syllables for minimal criminals | |
| Lyrical riddles that got hard flavors in the middle | |
| Sit back and chittle as | |
| I stand and still rebuild on skills | |
| The admission of serial lyrics, calculated to weaken the spirit | |
| Ricochet any style any day | |
| Any which way and you' ll | |
| Cherish the | |
| Day like Sade | |
| The advanced oratorical techniques | |
| I speak keep the heat at full peak | |
| My grammar with stamina, grabs a rapper like the fresh catch of the day | |
| And crack the back of that | |
| DJ, I' m strappin' and attackin' a pack | |
| And whatever happens after that just happens, fact | |
| Flamboyant and flashy is one point in time when you' re not ashy | |
| Focus on the syllable formats and the cash | |
| GG for guard your grill, | |
| I' m hard to kill | |
| Odd but ill, a job to fill is to refill on skills | |
| We built and killed style and skill | |
| While poetically recriminate you like a child | |
| I willGet ill, and switch to earn ' cause | |
| I prefer to slur but not blur | |
| Blurring you' re stirring up trouble surely you don' t need it | |
| Be seated | |
| I' m undefeated dem not see it | |
| Observe me then beat it | |
| How many M | |
| C' s, wannabemceez | |
| Never be M | |
| C' s, ' cause they can' t | |
| MCHow many | |
| MC' s, wannabemceez | |
| Never be M | |
| C' s, ' cause they can' t | |
| MCLet' s get back to the point quickly, get with me | |
| The voice from | |
| New York City is too witty | |
| I come from a era of ' | |
| OJ cars', | |
| Latin Quarter | |
| Fake Gucci and fake | |
| Fendi, you can' t send me | |
| Nowhere, that | |
| I ain' t been to | |
| You can' t tell me nuttin' that | |
| I ain' t been through | |
| Disrespect the teacher | |
| I gots to get you' | |
| Cause they can' t | |
| MCBut what you really sayin' | |
| You sound like a bitchass rapper when he' s saying" Yo Kris you hit too hard" stop playing, switching and swaying | |
| Day in and day out, your styles are played out, see you way out | |
| Before you' re laid out, your bright lights start to fade out | |
| The last thing you heard is " Who let the K out?" ' | |
| No great area' | |
| Everything is black and white we took the gray out it' s scarier | |
| Either you' re winnin' or losin', spinnin' the rules of conscience | |
| But lyrically there ain' t no stoppin', | |
| I' m droppin' a lot in your noggin'' | |
| Cause I know that you' re lyrically starvin' | |
| Carbon, your name, battle battle | |
| Everybody wants to battle but you babble | |
| Who knows ya, battlin' me, is the only way that you can gain exposure | |
| I feel for ya soldier, | |
| I hate to say it but | |
| I told ya so | |
| You know that | |
| I know the ancient flow | |
| KRSOneIs the holder of a boulder yo, money folder yo | |
| You want a fresh style let me show you slow your blow | |
| I' m not your foe battling me? | |
| No, no, no, no, no, no, no | |
| How many M | |
| C' s, wannabemceez | |
| Never be M | |
| C' s, ' cause they can' t | |
| MCHow many | |
| MC' s, wannabemceez | |
| Never be M | |
| C' s, ' cause they can' t | |
| MCIf a DJ think he man den he better prepare for war | |
| BDP crew get up in that ass like a piece of toilet tissue | |
| General Lion | |
| I chase them all and | |
| I am on fiyah | |
| Represent the hardest crew, you know how we do | |
| Anything tess, dead, gun shot to dem head, gwan |
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