Crazy 8's - Remedy/Method Man.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Ross Filler/Clifford Smith/Dennis Coles/Darryl Hill/Jason Hunter/Elgin Turner/Ryan Linwood/Patrick Charles
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Ross Filler/Danny Caiazzo
[00:08.83]Yo I dropped out of school when I was 2 years old
[00:11.11]Changed my own diaper, went on the road
[00:13.49]Partied every night in the playpen
[00:15.71]But a b***h in there with me nigga I'm scrapin
[00:17.92]Now I'm a grown man run around like Usain Bolt
[00:20.68]Rambo knife in the booth when I lay my vocs
[00:23.05]Can't front yo, I did a few lines of coke
[00:25.36]Then I slammed Jenna Jamison, lit up a smoke
[00:27.76]
[00:28.16]You'll never know a better flower
[00:30.62]It's a Daily show like Trevor Noah
[00:33.59]The money used to talk now it screams at me
[00:36.44]Paper bags make'em all wanna squeeze at me
[00:38.19]Colder then the ice man Bobby Drake
[00:40.64]Cause showing niggas love only got me hat
[00:43.07]I'm straight outta Park Hill, really the squads ill
[00:45.97]we showing more hands than card deals
[00:47.67]
[00:48.03]Intense like the poison of a cobra
[00:50.30]You hear the fat lady singing and it's over
[00:52.86]Domination David n Goliath
[00:54.71]You can't see the truth when you bias
[00:57.78]Intense the venom of a spider
[01:00.03]You ain't in my circle you an outsider
[01:03.00]Excalibur live in the fire
[01:04.55]You can't see the truth when you bias
[01:07.16]
[01:09.85]It'll cost more to bury you than what you're worth
[01:12.51]Toss shovels full of dirt n put you under the earth
[01:14.31]8 times 8, 64 bars of perfection
[01:17.06]Aligned like the stars in the heavens
[01:19.10]They search for the Remedy, behold it's the truth untold.
[01:22.17]Etched in a solid gold 2 ton stone
[01:24.32]My fortune, based on brains and extortion
[01:26.77]**** the world I blow it outta proportion
[01:29.34]
[01:29.59]Gorillas in the planet of the apes
[01:31.76]I write a punch line and plant it on your face
[01:34.56]Eat a punch that you ain't even gotta taste
[01:36.42]Here's a shot that you ain't even gotta chase
[01:38.83]Ya latent you ain't even gotta case get ya karma with ya cape
[01:41.72]Not a killa, you ain't even got the tape
[01:43.43]It's an Air Force one not a Bape
[01:44.95]I hold a lot of weight in the game you ain't even gotta wait, WuTang
[01:48.54]
[01:48.95]Yo I'm a suspect, person of interest
[01:50.55]FBI still can't figure out how I killed it
[01:53.53]Forensics couldn't explain my horrendous
[01:56.22]Methods that I use to display my vengeance.
[01:58.44]Brain scan 3-D diaphram
[02:00.27]Can't ditect or understand the mental thoughts
[02:02.82]Of a madman. The evidence left them clueless,
[02:05.16]Sonar, radar can't track or catch my movements
[02:08.92]
[02:09.45]Yo I'm a bad mother****ing medina warrior
[02:13.58]with the black bandana, the panther I'm the answer
[02:16.29]My work ain't for hire I'm a lion not a cancer stick,
[02:18.49]Put out fire, dressed in my justified homicide attire
[02:22.07]I kill so masterfully for your desire, I do the shit with ease
[02:26.03]The Chief Areef got the mic under siege,
[02:28.08]MC's freeze or get buckled at the knees
[02:30.39]
[02:30.74]The death rate rise when you enter my zone
[02:32.96]I kill'em all, one of my bars split 8 domes
[02:35.67]They running from Don shitting on they self waitin
[02:38.02]For bars that'll lift they feet, smack they face in.
[02:40.73]36 Shaolin twists, all hate shit
[02:42.99]Rubbergrip 45 caliber spit
[02:45.10]You get your face changed son, **** 'em all
[02:47.72]W's everywhere when you hear the call.

文本歌词

作词 : Ross Filler/Clifford Smith/Dennis Coles/Darryl Hill/Jason Hunter/Elgin Turner/Ryan Linwood/Patrick Charles
作曲 : Ross Filler/Danny Caiazzo
Yo I dropped out of school when I was 2 years old
Changed my own diaper, went on the road
Partied every night in the playpen
But a b***h in there with me nigga I'm scrapin
Now I'm a grown man run around like Usain Bolt
Rambo knife in the booth when I lay my vocs
Can't front yo, I did a few lines of coke
Then I slammed Jenna Jamison, lit up a smoke
You'll never know a better flower
It's a Daily show like Trevor Noah
The money used to talk now it screams at me
Paper bags make'em all wanna squeeze at me
Colder then the ice man Bobby Drake
Cause showing niggas love only got me hat
I'm straight outta Park Hill, really the squads ill
we showing more hands than card deals
Intense like the poison of a cobra
You hear the fat lady singing and it's over
Domination David n Goliath
You can't see the truth when you bias
Intense the venom of a spider
You ain't in my circle you an outsider
Excalibur live in the fire
You can't see the truth when you bias
It'll cost more to bury you than what you're worth
Toss shovels full of dirt n put you under the earth
8 times 8, 64 bars of perfection
Aligned like the stars in the heavens
They search for the Remedy, behold it's the truth untold.
Etched in a solid gold 2 ton stone
My fortune, based on brains and extortion
**** the world I blow it outta proportion
Gorillas in the planet of the apes
I write a punch line and plant it on your face
Eat a punch that you ain't even gotta taste
Here's a shot that you ain't even gotta chase
Ya latent you ain't even gotta case get ya karma with ya cape
Not a killa, you ain't even got the tape
It's an Air Force one not a Bape
I hold a lot of weight in the game you ain't even gotta wait, WuTang
Yo I'm a suspect, person of interest
FBI still can't figure out how I killed it
Forensics couldn't explain my horrendous
Methods that I use to display my vengeance.
Brain scan 3-D diaphram
Can't ditect or understand the mental thoughts
Of a madman. The evidence left them clueless,
Sonar, radar can't track or catch my movements
Yo I'm a bad mother****ing medina warrior
with the black bandana, the panther I'm the answer
My work ain't for hire I'm a lion not a cancer stick,
Put out fire, dressed in my justified homicide attire
I kill so masterfully for your desire, I do the shit with ease
The Chief Areef got the mic under siege,
MC's freeze or get buckled at the knees
The death rate rise when you enter my zone
I kill'em all, one of my bars split 8 domes
They running from Don shitting on they self waitin
For bars that'll lift they feet, smack they face in.
36 Shaolin twists, all hate shit
Rubbergrip 45 caliber spit
You get your face changed son, **** 'em all
W's everywhere when you hear the call.