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作词 : Gunn, MF Doom |
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As the life cycle goes on ... goes on |
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And you learn to hold on (hold on) |
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To things like the mic ... the mic |
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And you learn to appreciate who is the nicest on said device |
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But who is [the finest]? |
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[Tommy Gunn] |
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Time at shashuma, too much drama, blind behind the rumor |
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Time and time and time, my mind, I'm trying to find a tumor |
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Time at shashuma, no time for humor |
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As soon as one of ya' men's dead in Hempstead, you trying to find Pumas |
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Sooner the better, even knitted a sweater already |
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Keep your leather, we coming through the brutal weather |
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We ready to do whatever, yo' Doom you with it? |
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(You know it like a poet, my brother) |
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(Hey, Gunn you wit it?) Whatever... [the finest!] |
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[MF Doom] |
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I know about going paid to broke, to next day well-off |
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To bust a shell off, to "*******-riders! Get the hell off!" |
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Made a call to a client, he must've had his cell off |
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A show-off, he has the same bite but fell off |
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I tell off the bat, from science to pure facts |
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Which *******z is wack 'til they last two tracks |
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Matter fact, y'all could wait for the rep to tell |
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The tall-tale, how he escape from out the depths of hell |
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[Tommy Gunn] |
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When die, he gon' die like a soldier die: |
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Holding a swollen eye, drinking Olde Gold |
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Smoking a stog, watching po-po patrol the beach |
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Blowing my high, rolling by, when Gunn die |
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He gon' try to preach the streets then go to the sky |
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[MF Doom] |
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Yup! That hold water, like drizzle in a paper cup |
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This one etched in stone, the chisel with the paper up |
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I need a cut: a taper-up, edge-up |
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*******z can't measure up, I'm here to get the treasure up |
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[Megalon] |
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Stands up and hold 'em high, do or die |
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He got heat, no surprise, stop the beat, close your eyes |
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Got the *****, rolling lah |
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Not sweet, so no demise, all the guys drops seeds so multiply |
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Within the prophecies hold the lie |
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[MF Doom] |
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He bled my mother and my father, but can't bleed me |
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OD, ghetto misery, he bled my brother, my sister, but can't bleed me |
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A OG, ghetto misery, bled my mother, my father, but can't bleed ... |
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Me ... sci-fly, whole style stuck up |
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Used to talk to myself, I told him, "Shut the ******* up!" |
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Buckle up, 'cause it's about to be rough |
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He said, "Keep talking that **********t, you 'bout to be snuffed" |
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Then we squashed it, I let em know: "Watch it -- |
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We only met a time to join these rhymers in the mosh pit" |
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Gosh, it feels great just to increase the chance |
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For a ********** ******* face to hit the dance floor |
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[Megalon] |
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I pull ya' top up, got clout, crack rock, what? |
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Now it's all good business, and so this ********** is locked up |
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On the dance floor: you got knocked out, your ********** got knocked up |
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Baby-face, and hey can you brand you, brand new machete |
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Damn, I just shook your hand and can't stand you already |
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Can't stand you, understand you deadly |
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But my hammer's like a band, my man, it's Brand New and Heavy |
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Yo' Doom, you ready? |
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(Yeah! Yo' Gunn, you with it?) Whatever.. |
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[MF Doom] |
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Come on stay, I wrote this rhyme on my born-day |
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Remind me of the same style I flipped on "Hey!" |
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Yikes! Who can ******* with the likes |
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Of one such who scores touchdown and spikes mic's |
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Metal grill, with many styles, better still |
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Feel like number 26 on a roulette wheel |
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And deal, and run rings around rhymers |
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And run rings like number runners whose old-timers |
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[Megalon] |
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Shorty in the all black, she think she all that |
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I called her, she said, "Don't call back!" |
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She called me, now what you call that? |
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Let's go back, I sold crack |
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Hold gats, smoke that, drink that, tote that |
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*******! Where that hoe at? Where that dough at? |
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[MF Doom] |
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Suffering succotash! This hooker broke into his last buck of cash |
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He love her, mother******* her ass |
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Metal feet dented your car fender |
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My agenda up in the ba*****t party tipping the bartender |
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Is unbeknownst to you -- who could get body blown? |
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MF like Mike Fran Corleone |
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And got it sown, maricon, like to know what you staring at? |
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An invisible cat, who pull off a disappearing act |
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Raised by a pack a wild wolves, it's like Sweetback |
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Front? I'ma be back! (Like brothers in the street act) |
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(Surrounded by a bunch a bad ******* like Sweetback) |
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(******* with me I'll be back) |
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Like *******z in the streets act (streets act!) |