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作词 : Harvey, Smith |
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Word up, let me just ****** with your mind, please |
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Aiy! Aiyyo-yo-yo, yo! Let me ****** up your mind |
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On time, showin, you the, rhythm |
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as I get wreck and get raw |
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Yeah I be the man, comin off, that be raw |
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It's Busta Rhymes givin you much more |
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So... |
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Yo y'all (y'all) one more time I come |
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Knucklehead flow that make you act REAL DUMB |
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Yo (yo), I burn your food like Florence |
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Run up in your crib like my name was search warrants |
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Shut your mouth ****** don't you complain |
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Fix you up, mix you with cut like pro-caines |
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Ooh!! Insane to your brain |
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Right on your subconscious, I leave my ************T stain |
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I be the mostest with rhyme overdoses |
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Hot stepping over ************t like Ini Kamoze's |
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Sick lyrics like multiple sclerosis |
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Focus, while I display flows ferocious |
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Weak ******z just fall and keep tumbling |
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Distribute lyrics like I'm hand to hand herb hustling |
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Hardcore like Quick Draw McGraw |
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****** what you heard you ain't heard this before |
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I make sure everything remains raw (4X) |
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Yo, when I step in the place I leave damages |
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Nuff bandages on ************ from miscarriages |
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Yo, watch me bring the newest recipe |
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****** you up quick and condemn you all with leprosy |
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Let me hit you with flows, that come various |
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Hahh, send you home and make you lie bout your alias |
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Ha-ha, ******z can't see my routine |
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When I round up my Flipmode ******z and get cream |
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Hey, you! You know what the ****** I mean |
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Now I'm on the scene, stepping through like Mean Joe Green |
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Now I'm making you feel the extreme |
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Till I black you out then turn on my real high beam |
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Oh ************t, now I got your brains fried |
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Once you inhale smoke from my flow, CARBON MONOXIDE! |
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Use your imagination, let me take you higher |
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Rain hail snow earthquakes, Earth Wind & Fire |
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Yo, hit the dirt, get on the floor |
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I'm that outlaw ****** living right next door |
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You should just roll out the red carpet |
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All movin targets, I got you open like supermarkets |
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(Word up, word up) Yo yo, there's only five years left |
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While ******z is scared to death they breathe they last breath |
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Days of my Life goes on, word is bond |
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I make you feel my proton, neutron, and electron |
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Yo, I be the number one icon |
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Word to the holy Qu'ran, I rock on and on |
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On and on, hey, on and on and on |
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You won't understand when I form Voltron |
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Hahahaha, everything remains raw |
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* in background: I make sure everything remains raw * (7X) |
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Word is bond, ******z don't really understand ************t |
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******z don't mother****** know y'all, hahah |
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Flipmode is the mother****** Squad y'all, hahah |
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I make sure everything remains raw, hahah |
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Word is bond, ******z don't know the real ************t |
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There's only five years left! Word is bond |
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******z don't know though |
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There's only five years left! Hahah |
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Remember that ******, all you, remember that |
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There's only five years left! Hahaha |