| Song | Supa Ninjaz |
| Artist | Cappadonna |
| Album | The Pillage |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Harris, Hawkins, Hill, Smith | |
| (repeating in background:"rock, the body body -- rock the body body" | |
| [u-god] | |
| Dino the dart specialist | |
| Knahmean? | |
| Golden arms, yo | |
| Meth-tical, john john do your thing thing | |
| What? check it | |
| The all eye seein, heavenly divine | |
| The truth brings out, the temper in my spine | |
| A hill sound again, feelin symptoms that bit me | |
| I feel for you victims, with everything up in me (uh-huh) | |
| A head ringa, stuffed in sidewalls of frenzy | |
| Back the fuck up, cause i'm stimmi off the remi | |
| A semi bloodshot eye, donkey dick of nuts | |
| Every cut, i split and try and felt the guts (what?) | |
| Nigga what, earthquakin speech, woofer hissin | |
| The razor faced victims, whew, that's what kissed em | |
| Appropriate precaution, surroundin, certain it curtains | |
| I'm dumbfounded, i'm poundin, the pavement | |
| For mental enslavement, i'm cravin, a misbehavin savior | |
| America the grave for gun wavers (what?) | |
| The wave runners, what the blood seed again | |
| Make you wonder, about the thunder underneath the skin (hmm) | |
| The sapphire rhymes slap fire out your minds | |
| With right timin, bite with vampire rhymes | |
| [method man] | |
| Hmm, eye spy, with my crooked eye | |
| Full metal street soldiers, born to die | |
| Put em up yeah fuck yeah, when it's hammertime | |
| Niggaz can't be touched here, the true and livin | |
| Night vision unseen, like jean | |
| When i hack men the unforgiven, left in prison | |
| In the wu-tang dirty dungeon, now you succumbin | |
| To my twelve part dirty dozens, flabbergasted | |
| By tracks that be tru mastered, opposites attract | |
| Beef plus they ass backwards, stick yourself | |
| Til i'm felt, this ass whoopin, is bein dealt | |
| Like hot beans-and-butter nigga, i got the belt | |
| What the deal huh? swing low, sweet chariot | |
| I walk the underground railroad, with harriett | |
| Just a slave to the rhythm - victims i'm like alien | |
| About to put that shit up in em, i can't live | |
| Without my radio, a 100 miles and runnin | |
| T2 judgment comin, nobody's safe | |
| When i reminisce about case, still hit the staircase | |
| When the coppers give chase, i give em finger | |
| The only hip-hop singer, to tell america | |
| To kiss his killer bee stinger, nothin can save ya | |
| From this major misbehavior, heavy hands | |
| Layin corners in the elevator, guard your grill | |
| [cappadonna] | |
| I speculate, get my darts straight, don't exaggerate | |
| Dictate, do it with the papermate, set the plate | |
| Set the bait, checkmate, fuckin with cha mental state | |
| Double take, meditate, earthquake, vgl contemplate | |
| Big boys integrate; catch you at the sess skate | |
| Army tank, high rank, got the bank | |
| Got the shank talk the talk walk the walk from new york | |
| To up north to downstate to l.a., to all day | |
| To cliches to instant replays, to all the dj's | |
| To bj's in the pj's, equality days | |
| With money like legs i plant eggs, pele roundhead | |
| The dog bred, snakes runnin from red, catch dead | |
| Raekwon is on, take your uniform, we perform | |
| Shit like gangs in now born, check for new don | |
| Fuck a yukon, you been warned, we the realest | |
| We never were conned, duffed out and knowledge born | |
| ("rock, the body body - rock the body body") - repeat til fade |
| zuo ci : Harris, Hawkins, Hill, Smith | |
| repeating in background:" rock, the body body rock the body body" | |
| ugod | |
| Dino the dart specialist | |
| Knahmean? | |
| Golden arms, yo | |
| Methtical, john john do your thing thing | |
| What? check it | |
| The all eye seein, heavenly divine | |
| The truth brings out, the temper in my spine | |
| A hill sound again, feelin symptoms that bit me | |
| I feel for you victims, with everything up in me uhhuh | |
| A head ringa, stuffed in sidewalls of frenzy | |
| Back the fuck up, cause i' m stimmi off the remi | |
| A semi bloodshot eye, donkey dick of nuts | |
| Every cut, i split and try and felt the guts what? | |
| Nigga what, earthquakin speech, woofer hissin | |
| The razor faced victims, whew, that' s what kissed em | |
| Appropriate precaution, surroundin, certain it curtains | |
| I' m dumbfounded, i' m poundin, the pavement | |
| For mental enslavement, i' m cravin, a misbehavin savior | |
| America the grave for gun wavers what? | |
| The wave runners, what the blood seed again | |
| Make you wonder, about the thunder underneath the skin hmm | |
| The sapphire rhymes slap fire out your minds | |
| With right timin, bite with vampire rhymes | |
| method man | |
| Hmm, eye spy, with my crooked eye | |
| Full metal street soldiers, born to die | |
| Put em up yeah fuck yeah, when it' s hammertime | |
| Niggaz can' t be touched here, the true and livin | |
| Night vision unseen, like jean | |
| When i hack men the unforgiven, left in prison | |
| In the wutang dirty dungeon, now you succumbin | |
| To my twelve part dirty dozens, flabbergasted | |
| By tracks that be tru mastered, opposites attract | |
| Beef plus they ass backwards, stick yourself | |
| Til i' m felt, this ass whoopin, is bein dealt | |
| Like hot beansandbutter nigga, i got the belt | |
| What the deal huh? swing low, sweet chariot | |
| I walk the underground railroad, with harriett | |
| Just a slave to the rhythm victims i' m like alien | |
| About to put that shit up in em, i can' t live | |
| Without my radio, a 100 miles and runnin | |
| T2 judgment comin, nobody' s safe | |
| When i reminisce about case, still hit the staircase | |
| When the coppers give chase, i give em finger | |
| The only hiphop singer, to tell america | |
| To kiss his killer bee stinger, nothin can save ya | |
| From this major misbehavior, heavy hands | |
| Layin corners in the elevator, guard your grill | |
| cappadonna | |
| I speculate, get my darts straight, don' t exaggerate | |
| Dictate, do it with the papermate, set the plate | |
| Set the bait, checkmate, fuckin with cha mental state | |
| Double take, meditate, earthquake, vgl contemplate | |
| Big boys integrate catch you at the sess skate | |
| Army tank, high rank, got the bank | |
| Got the shank talk the talk walk the walk from new york | |
| To up north to downstate to l. a., to all day | |
| To cliches to instant replays, to all the dj' s | |
| To bj' s in the pj' s, equality days | |
| With money like legs i plant eggs, pele roundhead | |
| The dog bred, snakes runnin from red, catch dead | |
| Raekwon is on, take your uniform, we perform | |
| Shit like gangs in now born, check for new don | |
| Fuck a yukon, you been warned, we the realest | |
| We never were conned, duffed out and knowledge born | |
| " rock, the body body rock the body body" repeat til fade |
| zuò cí : Harris, Hawkins, Hill, Smith | |
| repeating in background:" rock, the body body rock the body body" | |
| ugod | |
| Dino the dart specialist | |
| Knahmean? | |
| Golden arms, yo | |
| Methtical, john john do your thing thing | |
| What? check it | |
| The all eye seein, heavenly divine | |
| The truth brings out, the temper in my spine | |
| A hill sound again, feelin symptoms that bit me | |
| I feel for you victims, with everything up in me uhhuh | |
| A head ringa, stuffed in sidewalls of frenzy | |
| Back the fuck up, cause i' m stimmi off the remi | |
| A semi bloodshot eye, donkey dick of nuts | |
| Every cut, i split and try and felt the guts what? | |
| Nigga what, earthquakin speech, woofer hissin | |
| The razor faced victims, whew, that' s what kissed em | |
| Appropriate precaution, surroundin, certain it curtains | |
| I' m dumbfounded, i' m poundin, the pavement | |
| For mental enslavement, i' m cravin, a misbehavin savior | |
| America the grave for gun wavers what? | |
| The wave runners, what the blood seed again | |
| Make you wonder, about the thunder underneath the skin hmm | |
| The sapphire rhymes slap fire out your minds | |
| With right timin, bite with vampire rhymes | |
| method man | |
| Hmm, eye spy, with my crooked eye | |
| Full metal street soldiers, born to die | |
| Put em up yeah fuck yeah, when it' s hammertime | |
| Niggaz can' t be touched here, the true and livin | |
| Night vision unseen, like jean | |
| When i hack men the unforgiven, left in prison | |
| In the wutang dirty dungeon, now you succumbin | |
| To my twelve part dirty dozens, flabbergasted | |
| By tracks that be tru mastered, opposites attract | |
| Beef plus they ass backwards, stick yourself | |
| Til i' m felt, this ass whoopin, is bein dealt | |
| Like hot beansandbutter nigga, i got the belt | |
| What the deal huh? swing low, sweet chariot | |
| I walk the underground railroad, with harriett | |
| Just a slave to the rhythm victims i' m like alien | |
| About to put that shit up in em, i can' t live | |
| Without my radio, a 100 miles and runnin | |
| T2 judgment comin, nobody' s safe | |
| When i reminisce about case, still hit the staircase | |
| When the coppers give chase, i give em finger | |
| The only hiphop singer, to tell america | |
| To kiss his killer bee stinger, nothin can save ya | |
| From this major misbehavior, heavy hands | |
| Layin corners in the elevator, guard your grill | |
| cappadonna | |
| I speculate, get my darts straight, don' t exaggerate | |
| Dictate, do it with the papermate, set the plate | |
| Set the bait, checkmate, fuckin with cha mental state | |
| Double take, meditate, earthquake, vgl contemplate | |
| Big boys integrate catch you at the sess skate | |
| Army tank, high rank, got the bank | |
| Got the shank talk the talk walk the walk from new york | |
| To up north to downstate to l. a., to all day | |
| To cliches to instant replays, to all the dj' s | |
| To bj' s in the pj' s, equality days | |
| With money like legs i plant eggs, pele roundhead | |
| The dog bred, snakes runnin from red, catch dead | |
| Raekwon is on, take your uniform, we perform | |
| Shit like gangs in now born, check for new don | |
| Fuck a yukon, you been warned, we the realest | |
| We never were conned, duffed out and knowledge born | |
| " rock, the body body rock the body body" repeat til fade |