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uh oh back to the lab again
I be in the lab studio is the lab been in the lab with a pen and a pad |
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| 4:17 |
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verse 1)
guess what? ha back for the fisrt time with an attitue sicker than NWA time take your daily dose of your everyday rhyme the doctor giving you every medication I got keepin my lyrical razor under my tongue I spit fire hotter than anything under the sun I run this street like I run these beats blackout, but still can see the flames when I kick even them shorties wanna kick when I rock with their 40s tryin to immitate me, they fake when Im not Im hot. but I keep my ice on my neck proud like a big daddy with the S on my chest listen to the beat muufucker its another classic for ya boom boom clap this is how we give it to ya listen to the chorus muufucker its a rhythm for ya here it goes just keep your hands high hook) Its a massive classic rap shit (uh) turn up the volume of the speaker and trash it (uh) keep your hands high keep your hands high keep your hands high keep your hands high (x2) verse 2) {*beat rewinds*} bring back the beat this is take two its like a movie scene Im the director. this is what we do I say cut{*beat stops*} then the beat stops they try to copy my swaggar, so they eavesdrop but they can never steal my thunder so they wonder how can he be underground so long but he keeps on gettin stronger? I dont have to shine so I keep it on the low dont exaggerate my rhymes but, you already know my lyrics, they speak for themselves you hear it, then write to them elves to tell the Santa Clause that you want a flow like mine for Christmas so that you can blow like a mine{*KABOOM*} soon as the song starts bangin in the club then, crank up your hands and, twist up your hat (I said) soon as the song starts bangin in the club uh, here we go again, show me where your hands at (Cmon!) bridge) keep your hands high (show me where your hands at) keep your hands high (show me where your hands at) keep your hands high (show me where your hands at) keep your hands high, keep your hands high (x2) hook) Its a massive classic rap shit (uh) turn up the volume of the speaker and trash it (uh) keep your hands high keep your hands high keep your hands high keep your hands high (x2) verse 3) listen I dont dance all I do is this its the same two steps wit a lil twist. and honeies they dont dance all they do is this shake it, shaking up and down with them lil hips they should call me a baller when you see me roll or better yet a 백두 tiger when you hear me roar{*Grrr*} Imma turn this place into a muufucking zoo the tamer making the crowds, move, the way I want em to my flow so sick, it makes you wanna throw up, the food cuz YOU aint got a CLUE what Im about to DO like a drunken man, can never know my next move but hey, Im a sober as I can get they say Im allergic to the beat and thats why I get iller my the minute everytime I face the bass{*Sneeze*} everything is case by case I guess but this one is the worst and it goes like this hook) Its a massive classic rap shit (uh) turn up the volume of the speaker and trash it (uh) keep your hands high keep your hands high keep your hands high keep your hands high (x2) |
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| 3. |
| 4:14 |
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verse1) 진짜 오랜만간이야 내 microphone 그간 쌓이고 쌓이고 쌓여버린 하고픈 뱉어내고픈 말들이 쫌 많아 숨 가다듬고 가래 뱉듯 내 뱃속 에서부터 뱉어내 내이름 S. to the a.i.n. to the capital T. yeah thats me 그래 그게 내이름 들어봤자 몇이나 기억해줄까? 그래도 unknown 무명이여도 괜찮아 왠줄알아? 난 fame과 돈보단 랩이 좋거든 단지 날 슬프게 하는것은 이 노래를 듣고는 같이 즐길 사람 수가 내 손가락 수보다 적다는 안타까운 사실 뿐이야, 그것 뿐이야 still writing my rhymes still making my beats but still making no bills out of my skills 돈이 되진 않지만 돈보다 훨씬 좋은걸 얻어가 when I be on the mic hook) When I, When I, When I, When I be on the mic When I, When I, When I, When I be on the mic When I, When I, When I, When I be on the mic When I be on the mic, when I be on the mic (x2) verse2) 술 대신 음악에 취해 담배대신 내 rhyme을 입에 담는 가사 한장을 안주삼는 나는 내 앞에 있는 microphone 한자루에 의지해 혼자 신나게 벽과 싸움을해 내가 바라보던 벽이 점점 무대로 변해 수백만의 관중들과 함께 공연을 하네 때론 내 방이 레코딩 부스로 변해 a yo- hit the switch so I can start rhyming 이러한 것들이 내 심장에 불을 질러 내 심정이 느껴지는 사람 다같이 소릴 질러 (yeah~) 아침에 일어나 배가고프면 밥을 먹지만 심적으로 배고프면 난 언제나 rhyme 한숟갈 내가 만든 beat에 말이서 씹어서 먹지 난 그러면 언제나 호랑이 기운이 솟아나 (좋았어!) 배를 채워주는 밥이 되진 않지만 훨씬 좋은걸 얻어가 when I be on the mic verbal scrtch) {*When I be on the mic*} hook) When I, When I, When I, When I be on the mic When I, When I, When I, When I be on the mic When I, When I, When I, When I be on the mic When I be on the mic, when I be on the mic (x2) verse3) when I be on the mic Imma keep it underground but never lose the sight about whats going on the ground Im not ignorant, its just that the sound of underground makes a lot more sense to me somehow here, let me give you a piece of advice when youre on rocking the mic you dont have to be nice when Im rockin mine, I bust the mic with my rhymes just to give em a piece of my mind for those of you who dont quite get what Im sayin rewind it, replay it, again and again{*rewinding sound*} (again and again)x2 cuz its the 101 stuff youll have to keep it till the end its kinda like watching a full-screen movie it may not bring me all those fancy jewelries but truly its the only thing that can give me the feelings that I like when I be on the mic hook) When I, When I, When I, When I be on the mic When I, When I, When I, When I be on the mic When I, When I, When I, When I be on the mic When I be on the mic, when I be on the mic (x2) 4. Let em Hate (short message 4 dem haterz) hook) let them muufuckers hate man enemies stay enemies but friends they change (x4) verse) its just like what they say aint it? born alone, die alone, cuz this is a single player game and fuck you, cuz the balls under my control dog its the god damn razor blade lyrics to shave your brain its been a while but Im back to give you pain 그래 내가 오랜만에 mic을 들어 이렇게 friendly-faced fake ass muufuckers 때문에 friend or foe? I think both are the same 더러운 이 drama 별로 새롭진 않아 그렇잖아? no surprise, thats how it is if I dont fit in, then I wont try to get in cuz I dont need you either in this world I live in 혼자사는 세상 let them muufuckers hate and Ill do my part by shoving this jagged-edge lyrics up their ass give-and-take, cuz this is a cold-blooded zero-sum game hook) let them muufuckers hate man enemies stay enemies but friends they change (x4) |
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| 4. |
| 1:58 |
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let them muufuckers hate man
enemies stay enemies but friends they change let them muufuckers hate man enemies stay enemies but friends they change let them muufuckers hate man enemies stay enemies but friends they change let them muufuckers hate man enemies stay enemies but friends they change its just like what they say aint it born alone die alone cuz this is a single player game and fuck you cuz the balls under my control dog its the god damn razor blade lyrics to shave your brain its been a while but Im back to give you pain 그래 내가 오랜만에 mic을 들어 이렇게 friendly faced fake ass muufuckers 때문에 friend or foe I think both are the same 더러운 이 drama 별로 새롭진 않아 그렇잖아 no surprise thats how it is if I dont fit in then I wont try to get in cuz I dont need you either in this world I live in 혼자사는 세상 let them muufuckers hate and Ill do my part by shoving this jagged edge lyrics up their ass give and take cuz this is a cold blooded zero sum game let them muufuckers hate man enemies stay enemies but friends they change let them muufuckers hate man enemies stay enemies but friends they change let them muufuckers hate man enemies stay enemies but friends they change let them muufuckers hate man enemies stay enemies but friends they change selfishracer님께서 등록해주신 가사입니다. |
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| 5. |
| 2:48 |
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By 5:04, leaving Kennedy, on LAX. Oh, Cali? verse 1) Im on the plane headed to Cali home of the gangster rap, and its a very hot sunny day in LA crusin down the alley, or the beach-side streets of LA chronic in my right hand and a gat in my left cuz Im fully strapped, just in case some haters wanna fucking slap rat-tat-tat-tat, take that, let my gat do all the talking in the situations like that if you wanna party, fine with me just stay away from my chains and car keys, if you know what I mean Im hittin Hollywood, Im hittin Beverly and Im hittin Compton to the Disney Land let the lolo bounce till the tires fall out leave skid marks like a new lane on the ground fuck the police this is for NWA its the Cali way, this is how I do in LA hook) It aint bout where youre form home boy, where youre at. On LAX Oh Cali? Compton to Hollywood, as soon as I hit L.A., Im in that lolo I do it the Cali way. (x2) verse 2) gotta say whats up to my vatos cuz I gots to respect them sick MCs please excuse my Ebonics thats blazin supersonics out of your speakers but what can you do? when your blood is as black as a rotten muddy pool wicked kid in the school, sprying lead with his tool and he grew up to be who listens to gangster rapping crews real Eazy-goin but cold as an Ice Cube I overdosed on the chronic, but not the one with the purple haze or any hash in it I overdosed on the Chronic, and 2001, the one with them fat tracks in it thats why, thats why, thats why , thats why Im waiting for the good Doc to cure this intoxication, can he? hes got a record full of vaccines or maybe another chronic in that next Detox LP hook) It aint bout where youre form home boy, where youre at. On LAX Oh Cali? Compton to Hollywood, as soon as I hit L.A., Im in that lolo I do it the Cali way. (x2) |
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| 2:21 |
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hook) When I be on the mic Stop look and listen My skill so ill What time is it? Stop look and listen Motherfucking rap phenomenon (x2) verse1) kick it with the illest lyrics I get my inspirations from illest rhymes spitters like Pac, Nas and Jay-Z or Weezy or Jeezy, cant foret my hero Biggie that Ready to Die shit was a real biggie now its my turn to play the scene, roll the reel cuz I got some beats to kill with skills too ill that is why they call me the real-deal but all I ever did was appeal how I feel. (ya feel?) mystery or history its the motherfucking mastery If I were a Beamer then the music is the gas to me guess whod be the next to give the ecstacy to end this agony be my guest to be the one to answer me (me~) even if my words were worth just a quarter Imma get a lot of dollor quiker than a prima donna brotha cuz Id been writing my rhymes since when I was four so if a pictures worth a thousand words then I worte a book of photos hook) When I be on the mic Stop look and listen My skill so ill What time is it? Stop look and listen Motherfucking rap phenomenon (x2) verse2) yeah its a rap phenomenon keep your headphones on, cuz it goes on and on if you thought that verse one was all then (aw..) youre dead worng better change your OMR manipulating the lyrics easily like cross fader but doesnt mean theyre lighter than feather cuz impacts are greater in fact a crater will be made cuz every word is like a meteor heading towards your ear I make it, hot hotter than the weather in the equator hotter than July? Yeah Im like Steavie Wonder I make it fly, my lyrics fly high up in the sky I aint lying, go outside and look up in the sky grab the microphone and say what I gotta say and put them in a song so theyll hear it someday some say Im insane, but Ive always stayed the same am I going sane? or should I just go insane? hook) When I be on the mic Stop look and listen My skill so ill What time is it? Stop look and listen Motherfucking rap phenomenon (x2) |
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| 3:45 |
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rhymeholic, so leathal and fatal than alchoholic sound-waves so solid it demolish all these small immature rappers who tamper with title master of rap(BLAH) thats what you get for tackling that as a matter of fact let this song be a lesson so listen, aint no guessin whos harassin the mic with tongue like a Smith&Wesson this is an educational occation heres an invitation and the location to rhyme-o-tology 101 session these skills keep me in a state of being mentally ill but Im mentioning still that I was physically drilled, and trained to gain the tactics to lyrically fill the gap which separated my lyrics from reaching your ears how do I rhyme when I do not find my time to write you might wanna know its like Im freestylin everytime I write a line just improvise I got it from ma mama yo hook) Im a Rhymeholic, I write those rhymes on a rhyme-book Im sorting terminologies at its finest (x4) bridge) pay attention my muderous rap verbal attack is actual fact Im super lyrical prepare for this rap killin I know you like the way Im freakin it it aint hard to tell (x2) verse2) I murder you through LP, CD, and MP3 my weaponry, loaded with poetry but there will be no blood so dont front cuz the way I make thee feel it will be like taking an ectacy but wait a minute, let me see there aint a limit to what I speak (nah mean?) cuz dope beats and words is what hold keys to opening your closed ears to soak in hip hop real thoroughly I got hip hop sealed in my brain like zip-lock I let em flow on my beat tight like a wrist watch (i got hip hop sealed in my.. ah fuck it imma go for this one, ahem!) I gotta rhyme but Im outta line (nope) never outta line cuz my minds kinda dope and they can not find how i spit out those hella better rhymes fresh like cantalope I didnt even need to seek for the beat cuz Im Sain capital T the same tactical beast who made this classical beat hook) Im a Rhymeholic, I write those rhymes on a rhyme-book Im sorting terminologies at its finest (x4) |
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| 2:18 |
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| 4:16 |
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| 4:12 |
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