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作曲 : Burton, Smith |
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"Funk soul, on deck |
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Prince of the ghetto |
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Omega supreme |
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Danger Mouse |
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We do it like this" |
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[Chorus] |
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"Sometimes I get the feeling |
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I got to put it on ya |
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Surprised how I lay my beat down |
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Same MC off of ya corner" |
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Jemini, still gifted still the funk soul |
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You can call me the prince of the ghetto |
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Omega supreme imperial flow |
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"Who the ******* is this?" |
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Me, me, that's who |
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[Jemini] |
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All aboard, my ************p is about to leave the port |
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Call the law man, this ************t ain't even humorous |
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And yes, my Puma's is fresh |
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As soon as I'm stressed |
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You get steel in ya anus spit from numerous Tec's |
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Get it right I come to spit flip the script rip the mic |
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You can get it however you want it |
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'Cause I can spit it however ya like |
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Man, ************t be tight ******* ya might need kryptonite |
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Man, you say that you want it |
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So you better take whatever you get tonight |
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See my problem is I never learned to lie for ************t |
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Sometimes I get sperm in my eye 'cause I be on my own ************ |
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My rhyme book stay thick |
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Like the hips on Free |
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From 106 & Park used to be |
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Y'all know the dilly *******z holla if ya really feel me |
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I'm a cold blooded assassin |
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And tonight I come to leave ya cipher chilly |
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"And we must believe that no one will criticize us for speaking honestly" |
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[chorus] |
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[Jemini] |
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Listen, momma said there'd be days like this |
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Where I'd have to set the record straight on a plagiarist |
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Who played the fifth row |
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Had to let the kid know even if he played the fifth |
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I'd still get in his ass like a wedgie |
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Ready or not I be lyrical machete that cut |
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Through bricks and steel 'cause sticks and stones might |
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Break ya bones |
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But they won't end the rhetoric |
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The evidence is in, I'm guilty |
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'Cause the verdict is my cleverness with pen |
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Murder music murder men |
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To show the privates that they can't follow where generals go |
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I leave the troops and the battles and the trenches |
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You succeed with flukes and coincidences |
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You have no defenses against my sub tenses |
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I'm all up in the game and you sidelined on the benches |
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Defenseless against this |
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From the beginning it was senseless |
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You bit more than you could chew |
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It's knocking out your dentures |
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"But I but I but I but I but I but I but I I figga, that I'm a bad ******* I'm |
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A bad ******* |
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I'm a bad bad *******" |
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[Chorus] |
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[Jemini] |
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I love it when it's my turn |
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And faces start to look crazy concerned |
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They know I'm about to burn baby burn |
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From the facility |
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The city'll need a lot of H20 |
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When I'm finished you'll need a place to go |
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Face the facts |
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I flow from the brain to the paper to the wax |
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Back *******z down like automatic gunfire |
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I perspire when I show a MC how to holla for the have my power locked down |
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Like Rottweiler dogs |
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Don't be appalled at the crowd just because they applaud |
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When they lockjawed but don't follow yours |
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Yours was only endured for a minute or more |
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Until I took the floor |
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And came through with the definitive raw |
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The textbook definition of "damn he nice!" |
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I'm so explosive like bullets bust from ya biscuit |
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Sometimes my ************t is too explicit to risk it |
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But these idiots love the pain |
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And they ain't really tryin' to risk it |
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******* listen! |
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[chorus] |
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[Jemini] |
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So check the rhyme to the rhythm |
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Or ************ver when I give a |
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Very fat deliver-y |
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The process only Jemini, me |
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Other MC's is corny I set ya souls free |
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The baddest born mother****** ever to pick up a mic |
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And when I touch the structure |
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Watch the structure rupture |
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Clutch ya, might butt ya |
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Not the type to get down with the baddest |
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The Jemini status |
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I'm blunt with the gun so I stomp out ya business |
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Plus I can dominate ya physical fitness |
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So witness the Jemini ************t comin' from way back |
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Beef with me chief I throw the blade to ya ******* for payback |
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Don't ya try to diss me like a gamer |
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I got rhymes in the clip plus one inside the chamber |
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Danger, so ****** the glock near ya jock |
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But I, I figga', that I'm a bad ******* I'm a bad *******, I'm a bad bad ******* |
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I'm a bad ******* |
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And we was singing that |