Beauty (You Just a Rose) Lyrics
| Song | Beauty (You Just a Rose) |
| Artist | Bizzy Bone |
| Album | Speaking in Tongues |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : McCane | |
| What is this? | |
| This was written for you? | |
| You want me to say this? | |
| Yes, I want you to say this | |
| Stay out of the wonderland baby[Bizzy Bone] | |
| Rebuke murder for me; lust, wrath and sloth | |
| Greed, gluttony, envy and the pride of the thought | |
| I'ma tell you smite that servant, kamikaze no curtains | |
| Slice through the smoke of the mirrors, imperfect | |
| Impervious to danger, fear | |
| God, the beginning of wisdom | |
| Enter to the kingdom, would you listen? | |
| I miss you most definitely, spit knowledge, smell my breath | |
| Righteous watchin the way, memory step, whoa! | |
| Pay attention to the street signs | |
| I ain't leave yet; never will, love all | |
| Heavenly Father in the name of our | |
| Lord and Savior, | |
| Jesus Christ y'all | |
| Stick with the fight y'all | |
| Spiritual physical shit, c'mon fade that | |
| Feel me though[Chorus] | |
| No they don't hear me though, shake y'all | |
| How could | |
| I fake y'all? | |
| Never break y'all | |
| Misfit maneuverin, tryin to take y'all | |
| Plead, excuse me? | |
| They don't hear me though, shake y'all | |
| How could | |
| I break y'all? | |
| How could | |
| I take y'all, misuse, fake y'all? | |
| Split serious please, they don't even know me! | |
| Flash in the flask | |
| They don't even know me | |
| It coulda been flash in the flask | |
| They don't even know me young homie[Bizzy Bone] | |
| It coulda been the flash in the flask in the dash and the cash | |
| And the mask of different madman, flip blast | |
| In the glass of vision, precision to, get past on the map | |
| Very bad vocal from every paragraph | |
| Blast about bad ass, booty and task | |
| Rat-a-tat-tat-tat, mash on wicked minded and smash | |
| What's nasty? | |
| Who the fuck ya talkin ta? | |
| Take off my shirt, quickly tell 'em harkin up | |
| Save last days c'mon, show 'em what we workin with | |
| We praise | |
| God, Jesus | |
| Christ, most certainly | |
| Baby, baby, world so crazy | |
| Kinda hazy on them sucka, very wary time when | |
| I say[Chorus] | |
| Man, they don't hear me though shake y'all, break y'all | |
| How could | |
| I fake y'all, take y'all | |
| Maneuver, try to take y'all | |
| Man please! | |
| They don't know me! | |
| They don't hear me though, shake y'all | |
| How could | |
| I fake y'all, break y'all, take y'all | |
| Please! They don't know me!... | |
| For the, rest of my life | |
| They don't know me | |
| For the rest of my life, my soul | |
| They don't know me[Bizzy Bone] | |
| For the, rest of my life the soul and spirit are priceless | |
| I'd rather be iceless than to get played twice | |
| Give 'em tussin homeboys in red, throwin up thrices | |
| Peek deep inside the 4-4, and you can see rice | |
| Like it or not, find it or not, | |
| I'm feelin | |
| TysonFuck that sick round, missionary shit now | |
| Licensed to pulverize, premise is capital | |
| And the capo go fast in the battle | |
| As they rattle an awful judgment, who the fuck you judgin? | |
| Little grudges is so sledged in the murder while we walk in the dirt | |
| Tryin to cure my little spirit, turn me over my lil' soldier | |
| And they lookin at me tryin to keep me hurt | |
| Feelin the pain huh, gain huh, plain huh | |
| Throw up the one, stay the same huh | |
| Rain come harder, call us homies huh | |
| Footprints, mop, dust, turn the pallet | |
| Power come quick fast, watch yo' ass | |
| Hand on the hourglass, power be the | |
| GodGuess that, press that, full court with a fine ass wall | |
| The sin it be the biggest, let's get spiritual | |
| We're off into the light, when it's our gaaaaame | |
| We flip pages, how we rock the ages, the kid is so amazin | |
| But they don't feel me though | |
| They don't hear me though, shake y'all[Chorus/Outro] | |
| They don't hear me though, shake y'all | |
| How could | |
| I break y'all, take y'all, fake y'all | |
| Maneuver man... | |
| I say they don't know me | |
| They don't hear me though, shake y'all | |
| Fake y'all, break y'all | |
| How could | |
| I maneuver and then take y'all | |
| They don't know me, they don't know me | |
| They don't know me, they don't know me | |
| Evidently they don't know me | |
| How could | |
| I fake y'all, shake y'all, break y'all? | |
| They don't know me... heheh |
| zuo qu : McCane | |
| What is this? | |
| This was written for you? | |
| You want me to say this? | |
| Yes, I want you to say this | |
| Stay out of the wonderland baby Bizzy Bone | |
| Rebuke murder for me lust, wrath and sloth | |
| Greed, gluttony, envy and the pride of the thought | |
| I' ma tell you smite that servant, kamikaze no curtains | |
| Slice through the smoke of the mirrors, imperfect | |
| Impervious to danger, fear | |
| God, the beginning of wisdom | |
| Enter to the kingdom, would you listen? | |
| I miss you most definitely, spit knowledge, smell my breath | |
| Righteous watchin the way, memory step, whoa! | |
| Pay attention to the street signs | |
| I ain' t leave yet never will, love all | |
| Heavenly Father in the name of our | |
| Lord and Savior, | |
| Jesus Christ y' all | |
| Stick with the fight y' all | |
| Spiritual physical shit, c' mon fade that | |
| Feel me though Chorus | |
| No they don' t hear me though, shake y' all | |
| How could | |
| I fake y' all? | |
| Never break y' all | |
| Misfit maneuverin, tryin to take y' all | |
| Plead, excuse me? | |
| They don' t hear me though, shake y' all | |
| How could | |
| I break y' all? | |
| How could | |
| I take y' all, misuse, fake y' all? | |
| Split serious please, they don' t even know me! | |
| Flash in the flask | |
| They don' t even know me | |
| It coulda been flash in the flask | |
| They don' t even know me young homie Bizzy Bone | |
| It coulda been the flash in the flask in the dash and the cash | |
| And the mask of different madman, flip blast | |
| In the glass of vision, precision to, get past on the map | |
| Very bad vocal from every paragraph | |
| Blast about bad ass, booty and task | |
| Ratatattattat, mash on wicked minded and smash | |
| What' s nasty? | |
| Who the fuck ya talkin ta? | |
| Take off my shirt, quickly tell ' em harkin up | |
| Save last days c' mon, show ' em what we workin with | |
| We praise | |
| God, Jesus | |
| Christ, most certainly | |
| Baby, baby, world so crazy | |
| Kinda hazy on them sucka, very wary time when | |
| I say Chorus | |
| Man, they don' t hear me though shake y' all, break y' all | |
| How could | |
| I fake y' all, take y' all | |
| Maneuver, try to take y' all | |
| Man please! | |
| They don' t know me! | |
| They don' t hear me though, shake y' all | |
| How could | |
| I fake y' all, break y' all, take y' all | |
| Please! They don' t know me!... | |
| For the, rest of my life | |
| They don' t know me | |
| For the rest of my life, my soul | |
| They don' t know me Bizzy Bone | |
| For the, rest of my life the soul and spirit are priceless | |
| I' d rather be iceless than to get played twice | |
| Give ' em tussin homeboys in red, throwin up thrices | |
| Peek deep inside the 44, and you can see rice | |
| Like it or not, find it or not, | |
| I' m feelin | |
| TysonFuck that sick round, missionary shit now | |
| Licensed to pulverize, premise is capital | |
| And the capo go fast in the battle | |
| As they rattle an awful judgment, who the fuck you judgin? | |
| Little grudges is so sledged in the murder while we walk in the dirt | |
| Tryin to cure my little spirit, turn me over my lil' soldier | |
| And they lookin at me tryin to keep me hurt | |
| Feelin the pain huh, gain huh, plain huh | |
| Throw up the one, stay the same huh | |
| Rain come harder, call us homies huh | |
| Footprints, mop, dust, turn the pallet | |
| Power come quick fast, watch yo' ass | |
| Hand on the hourglass, power be the | |
| GodGuess that, press that, full court with a fine ass wall | |
| The sin it be the biggest, let' s get spiritual | |
| We' re off into the light, when it' s our gaaaaame | |
| We flip pages, how we rock the ages, the kid is so amazin | |
| But they don' t feel me though | |
| They don' t hear me though, shake y' all Chorus Outro | |
| They don' t hear me though, shake y' all | |
| How could | |
| I break y' all, take y' all, fake y' all | |
| Maneuver man... | |
| I say they don' t know me | |
| They don' t hear me though, shake y' all | |
| Fake y' all, break y' all | |
| How could | |
| I maneuver and then take y' all | |
| They don' t know me, they don' t know me | |
| They don' t know me, they don' t know me | |
| Evidently they don' t know me | |
| How could | |
| I fake y' all, shake y' all, break y' all? | |
| They don' t know me... heheh |
| zuò qǔ : McCane | |
| What is this? | |
| This was written for you? | |
| You want me to say this? | |
| Yes, I want you to say this | |
| Stay out of the wonderland baby Bizzy Bone | |
| Rebuke murder for me lust, wrath and sloth | |
| Greed, gluttony, envy and the pride of the thought | |
| I' ma tell you smite that servant, kamikaze no curtains | |
| Slice through the smoke of the mirrors, imperfect | |
| Impervious to danger, fear | |
| God, the beginning of wisdom | |
| Enter to the kingdom, would you listen? | |
| I miss you most definitely, spit knowledge, smell my breath | |
| Righteous watchin the way, memory step, whoa! | |
| Pay attention to the street signs | |
| I ain' t leave yet never will, love all | |
| Heavenly Father in the name of our | |
| Lord and Savior, | |
| Jesus Christ y' all | |
| Stick with the fight y' all | |
| Spiritual physical shit, c' mon fade that | |
| Feel me though Chorus | |
| No they don' t hear me though, shake y' all | |
| How could | |
| I fake y' all? | |
| Never break y' all | |
| Misfit maneuverin, tryin to take y' all | |
| Plead, excuse me? | |
| They don' t hear me though, shake y' all | |
| How could | |
| I break y' all? | |
| How could | |
| I take y' all, misuse, fake y' all? | |
| Split serious please, they don' t even know me! | |
| Flash in the flask | |
| They don' t even know me | |
| It coulda been flash in the flask | |
| They don' t even know me young homie Bizzy Bone | |
| It coulda been the flash in the flask in the dash and the cash | |
| And the mask of different madman, flip blast | |
| In the glass of vision, precision to, get past on the map | |
| Very bad vocal from every paragraph | |
| Blast about bad ass, booty and task | |
| Ratatattattat, mash on wicked minded and smash | |
| What' s nasty? | |
| Who the fuck ya talkin ta? | |
| Take off my shirt, quickly tell ' em harkin up | |
| Save last days c' mon, show ' em what we workin with | |
| We praise | |
| God, Jesus | |
| Christ, most certainly | |
| Baby, baby, world so crazy | |
| Kinda hazy on them sucka, very wary time when | |
| I say Chorus | |
| Man, they don' t hear me though shake y' all, break y' all | |
| How could | |
| I fake y' all, take y' all | |
| Maneuver, try to take y' all | |
| Man please! | |
| They don' t know me! | |
| They don' t hear me though, shake y' all | |
| How could | |
| I fake y' all, break y' all, take y' all | |
| Please! They don' t know me!... | |
| For the, rest of my life | |
| They don' t know me | |
| For the rest of my life, my soul | |
| They don' t know me Bizzy Bone | |
| For the, rest of my life the soul and spirit are priceless | |
| I' d rather be iceless than to get played twice | |
| Give ' em tussin homeboys in red, throwin up thrices | |
| Peek deep inside the 44, and you can see rice | |
| Like it or not, find it or not, | |
| I' m feelin | |
| TysonFuck that sick round, missionary shit now | |
| Licensed to pulverize, premise is capital | |
| And the capo go fast in the battle | |
| As they rattle an awful judgment, who the fuck you judgin? | |
| Little grudges is so sledged in the murder while we walk in the dirt | |
| Tryin to cure my little spirit, turn me over my lil' soldier | |
| And they lookin at me tryin to keep me hurt | |
| Feelin the pain huh, gain huh, plain huh | |
| Throw up the one, stay the same huh | |
| Rain come harder, call us homies huh | |
| Footprints, mop, dust, turn the pallet | |
| Power come quick fast, watch yo' ass | |
| Hand on the hourglass, power be the | |
| GodGuess that, press that, full court with a fine ass wall | |
| The sin it be the biggest, let' s get spiritual | |
| We' re off into the light, when it' s our gaaaaame | |
| We flip pages, how we rock the ages, the kid is so amazin | |
| But they don' t feel me though | |
| They don' t hear me though, shake y' all Chorus Outro | |
| They don' t hear me though, shake y' all | |
| How could | |
| I break y' all, take y' all, fake y' all | |
| Maneuver man... | |
| I say they don' t know me | |
| They don' t hear me though, shake y' all | |
| Fake y' all, break y' all | |
| How could | |
| I maneuver and then take y' all | |
| They don' t know me, they don' t know me | |
| They don' t know me, they don' t know me | |
| Evidently they don' t know me | |
| How could | |
| I fake y' all, shake y' all, break y' all? | |
| They don' t know me... heheh |
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