Crime & Medicine Lyrics
| Song | Crime & Medicine |
| Artist | Mos Def |
| Album | TRUE MAGIC |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Smith | |
| [Talking]It was so beautiful. | |
| It was almost unfair. | |
| It's cold but it's true. | |
| It was so cold it got warm. | |
| Kids out in the schoolyard and playing. | |
| It was nice and calm. | |
| It was dangerous. | |
| When the M | |
| C's came, live out the name | |
| And to perform | |
| Some had to snort cocaine to act insane | |
| Before they rocked the don | |
| Now on to the mental pains, spark the brains | |
| Building to be born?? is on the track | |
| Check em check chicka icka etta | |
| UHHStrange | |
| TimesEverybody got their get high (Oh my) | |
| Their get right, their get nice, they get by (Oh my) | |
| They get open, get ready, get primed | |
| The national pastime is victimless crime | |
| You want your thrill and | |
| I want mine | |
| As long we can get it we ain't got to say why | |
| I don't mean to pry, you ain't got to lie | |
| We ain't got to speak when it's written in the eyes | |
| Whenever she was high off the sparkle in her palm | |
| She had a young girl's smile and a hustler's charm | |
| Dying from the city where the hustler's are born | |
| Made, traced, murdered, replaced | |
| Life-long residents barely feel safe | |
| And the street's offer plenty taste and little faith (Break it down) | |
| Little face, soft lips, little waist (Break it more) | |
| Tiny hands (Oh god) fat ass (Oh more) | |
| Big eyes like birthday surprise | |
| Super dupa fly, born in 85 | |
| Repeat it to yourself: | |
| This is a victimless crime | |
| Psyche your mind there's a victim every time | |
| Your tasty little pill, your freaky little thrill | |
| Pray won't leave you still, you wonder how it feel | |
| It's real, pussy like some money that you steal | |
| EwwWhen the | |
| MC came, fill out the name | |
| And to perform | |
| Some had to snort cocaine to act insane | |
| Before they rocked the don | |
| Now on to the mental pains, spark the brains | |
| Building to be born | |
| Give the people a new drug | |
| Crime and medicine | |
| Dead wrong and live in | |
| AmericaOff the block and right in your area | |
| Fresh apples and peaches for the president | |
| HA HACrime and medicine | |
| Dead wrong and live in your area | |
| From the street corner, right in your residence | |
| Fresh apples and peaches for the president | |
| CrimeFresh peaches and apples for the president | |
| CrimeFresh chocolates and apples for the president | |
| CrimeFresh linens and apples to the president | |
| CrimeFresh |
| zuo ci : Smith | |
| Talking It was so beautiful. | |
| It was almost unfair. | |
| It' s cold but it' s true. | |
| It was so cold it got warm. | |
| Kids out in the schoolyard and playing. | |
| It was nice and calm. | |
| It was dangerous. | |
| When the M | |
| C' s came, live out the name | |
| And to perform | |
| Some had to snort cocaine to act insane | |
| Before they rocked the don | |
| Now on to the mental pains, spark the brains | |
| Building to be born?? is on the track | |
| Check em check chicka icka etta | |
| UHHStrange | |
| TimesEverybody got their get high Oh my | |
| Their get right, their get nice, they get by Oh my | |
| They get open, get ready, get primed | |
| The national pastime is victimless crime | |
| You want your thrill and | |
| I want mine | |
| As long we can get it we ain' t got to say why | |
| I don' t mean to pry, you ain' t got to lie | |
| We ain' t got to speak when it' s written in the eyes | |
| Whenever she was high off the sparkle in her palm | |
| She had a young girl' s smile and a hustler' s charm | |
| Dying from the city where the hustler' s are born | |
| Made, traced, murdered, replaced | |
| Lifelong residents barely feel safe | |
| And the street' s offer plenty taste and little faith Break it down | |
| Little face, soft lips, little waist Break it more | |
| Tiny hands Oh god fat ass Oh more | |
| Big eyes like birthday surprise | |
| Super dupa fly, born in 85 | |
| Repeat it to yourself: | |
| This is a victimless crime | |
| Psyche your mind there' s a victim every time | |
| Your tasty little pill, your freaky little thrill | |
| Pray won' t leave you still, you wonder how it feel | |
| It' s real, pussy like some money that you steal | |
| EwwWhen the | |
| MC came, fill out the name | |
| And to perform | |
| Some had to snort cocaine to act insane | |
| Before they rocked the don | |
| Now on to the mental pains, spark the brains | |
| Building to be born | |
| Give the people a new drug | |
| Crime and medicine | |
| Dead wrong and live in | |
| AmericaOff the block and right in your area | |
| Fresh apples and peaches for the president | |
| HA HACrime and medicine | |
| Dead wrong and live in your area | |
| From the street corner, right in your residence | |
| Fresh apples and peaches for the president | |
| CrimeFresh peaches and apples for the president | |
| CrimeFresh chocolates and apples for the president | |
| CrimeFresh linens and apples to the president | |
| CrimeFresh |
| zuò cí : Smith | |
| Talking It was so beautiful. | |
| It was almost unfair. | |
| It' s cold but it' s true. | |
| It was so cold it got warm. | |
| Kids out in the schoolyard and playing. | |
| It was nice and calm. | |
| It was dangerous. | |
| When the M | |
| C' s came, live out the name | |
| And to perform | |
| Some had to snort cocaine to act insane | |
| Before they rocked the don | |
| Now on to the mental pains, spark the brains | |
| Building to be born?? is on the track | |
| Check em check chicka icka etta | |
| UHHStrange | |
| TimesEverybody got their get high Oh my | |
| Their get right, their get nice, they get by Oh my | |
| They get open, get ready, get primed | |
| The national pastime is victimless crime | |
| You want your thrill and | |
| I want mine | |
| As long we can get it we ain' t got to say why | |
| I don' t mean to pry, you ain' t got to lie | |
| We ain' t got to speak when it' s written in the eyes | |
| Whenever she was high off the sparkle in her palm | |
| She had a young girl' s smile and a hustler' s charm | |
| Dying from the city where the hustler' s are born | |
| Made, traced, murdered, replaced | |
| Lifelong residents barely feel safe | |
| And the street' s offer plenty taste and little faith Break it down | |
| Little face, soft lips, little waist Break it more | |
| Tiny hands Oh god fat ass Oh more | |
| Big eyes like birthday surprise | |
| Super dupa fly, born in 85 | |
| Repeat it to yourself: | |
| This is a victimless crime | |
| Psyche your mind there' s a victim every time | |
| Your tasty little pill, your freaky little thrill | |
| Pray won' t leave you still, you wonder how it feel | |
| It' s real, pussy like some money that you steal | |
| EwwWhen the | |
| MC came, fill out the name | |
| And to perform | |
| Some had to snort cocaine to act insane | |
| Before they rocked the don | |
| Now on to the mental pains, spark the brains | |
| Building to be born | |
| Give the people a new drug | |
| Crime and medicine | |
| Dead wrong and live in | |
| AmericaOff the block and right in your area | |
| Fresh apples and peaches for the president | |
| HA HACrime and medicine | |
| Dead wrong and live in your area | |
| From the street corner, right in your residence | |
| Fresh apples and peaches for the president | |
| CrimeFresh peaches and apples for the president | |
| CrimeFresh chocolates and apples for the president | |
| CrimeFresh linens and apples to the president | |
| CrimeFresh |
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