歌词
If you just listen to my lyrics every day for a couple of weeks
My techniques will eventually kill you just like red meat
The Bhagavad Gita beliefs I speak be so deep
Most critics get mad because there's nothing to critique
Whenever I'm rapping or rhyming with irrefutably remarkable timing
I'm like Charlie Chaplin pantomiming
If you John Blaze, or you James Flames
Or you Jack Cremation, I'm Germaine Propane (Germaine Propane)
No pain no gain in this rap game
For the fortune and fame in order to remain
Most real MC's learn to adapt to the change
Or get washed away like tears in the rain, in the rain y'all
Just ride, just ride, ah just ride everybody just ride
Just ride, just ride, ah just ride everybody just ride
When you in the streets and you're drivin in your V
If you can see what I see, you're prepared for the jackers
Old school, old school
Everybody got to pack a mac now
Yo, if you wanna know, how I kick a flow
When I rip a show, with my lyrical, I'm a let you know
It's difficult, cause I'm a part spiritual, part para-physical miracle
And I'm a blackout in a minute too
Spittin like Bone-Thugs like
"N*gga-what? I'm-fin-to-get-a-gun and stick-em-up"
Then crush a Thug's Bones with a chrome slug
The black Cyrano De Bergerac of rap
With the ghetto Anglo-Sax' poetic syntax
In fact, n*gga don't even give me dap when I see you
Just don't give me no ice grill eye contact either
When you see me, whylin' like Beenie on the speakers
"Sim Simma-- who got the fire for my reefa?"
You came home from a bid a n*gga was in your crib
And the whole time you thought your girl was celebate
Old school old school
You locked up and she need some di-ick
Just ride, just ride, ah just ride e'rybody just ride
Just ride in the hood, just ride, all my .. uh, ah just ride
Yo physically I move at a velocity
That'll break your stopwatch if you clockin me
My concrete jungle is like Jumanji
Iller than what you seen in the cinema
A five-foot-eight n*gga
With more horsepower than twelve cylinders
My brain consists of twin Pentium chips
Double the clock speeds of a 586
And nothin about my physical matrix is basic
I kick flavor beyond what your tongue is capable of tastin
You'll be so surprised you won't believe your own eyes
It's like a Jamaican seein the snow for the first time
Rhymes of a sort, that distort space and time
It's like explainin color to a man that was born blind
Crimes on the street, come from a lack of eatin
It's not my cup of tea, but I'll give them the best
Motherf*ckin best
And if you still out here I kick yo' ass tomorrow
Old school, old school (c'mon!)
And if you still out here, I kick yo' ass tomorrow
Old school, old school (c'mon y'all)
Frontin like you buyin food but you buyin crack bottles
Ah just ride, ah just ride
Everybody in the East just ride
Ah just ride, ah just ride
Everybody in the West just ride
Ah to the South, down South
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah just ride
专辑信息
1.Intro
2.Patriots
3.Get Retarded
4.Niggonometry
5.Second Round K.O.
6.What's Going On
7.I Honor U
8.Hype-Nitis
9.How We Roll
10.Channel Zero
11.Let's Ride
12.Buckingham Palace
13.Rip Rock