[00:00.000] 作词 : Vincent Jacovelli
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Vincent Jacovelli
[00:12.865]Know that I'm runnin' the game(Yeah)
[00:14.459]Purple is all in my veins(Yeah)
[00:16.000]Coppin' a couple of chains(Woah)
[00:17.620]Throw it, I'm makin' it rain
[00:19.135]Yo,how come everybody in the game wanna rap like you
[00:20.676]
[00:21.198]With the played out flow
[00:21.982]I've been in the back ,killin' every damn track
[00:23.628] And your rhymes all wack, how the **** y'all blo
[00:25.300]Well, this shit is all I know(Uh)
[00:26.893] Rappin' 'bout bitches and clothes(Yeah
[00:28.434]Gettin' unlimited hoes(Woah)
[00:30.080]All of my diamonds are froze
[00:31.569]Nah, you rap with venom and then you pack the rhythm
[00:33.110]
[00:33.580]And every track will hit 'em and you blow
[00:34.468]But you wack, a little bit,don't stack the syllables
[00:36.166]You have to hit 'em with new flows
[00:37.838]Like nah, homie I'm in it for cash
[00:39.588]Just wanna get me a bag(Yeah, yeah)
[00:41.626]Tell 'em I'm whippin' the Jag
[00:43.089]And I be poppin' them tags
[00:44.447]Like naw, everybody rap like that
[00:46.041]Everybody wanna make a track like that
[00:47.477]Everybody else in the game sound the goddamn same
[00:49.358]And you won't kill a rap like that
[00:50.664]Like where the word play and the metaphors at?
[00:52.049]What y'all make, I could never call rap
[00:54.008]Big L,Big Pun, I'ma get 'em all back
[00:55.393]And you mumblin' shitheads had better fall back
[00:57.247]Nah homie it's not gonna change
[00:58.841]Clearly we runnin' the game
[01:00.121]Talkin' 'bout women and chains
[01:01.270]Droppin' that shit that be numbin' your brain
[01:03.020] It's ****ing insane and they love i
[01:04.614]We ain't gotta rap or nothin'
[01:06.390]Long as 808's are bumpin'
[01:08.036] It's end of ****ing discussio
[01:09.812]Yeah, maybe right now but it 's not gonna last
[01:10.935]Y'all better make room for the prophets of rap
[01:13.104]When they hear real shit no copyin' that
[01:14.775]And they all gon' see yo'rhymin' is wack
[01:16.369]Y'all snakes, I'm choppin' the grass
[01:17.780]Gonna hit 'em with a bang, no stoppin' the crash
[01:19.216]I don't wanna make bets, I'm droppin' the cash
[01:20.914]I'm not gonna let Y'all kill hip-hop in its tracks
[01:22.821]But we ain't even kill it, it's evolved
[01:25.303] **** the ones who came before u
[01:27.366]I'm show 'em how to ball
[01:29.143]It's not evolution,Y'all better cool it
[01:30.318] **** mumble rap, we need a better movemen
[01:32.095]More real shit and way less pollution
[01:33.871]Stop makin' music, that's the best solution
[01:35.595] Y'all think you shit, but that's just illusio
[01:37.293]Say you will, but I don't ever prove it
[01:38.886] I'm the leader of the ****ing revolutio
[01:40.428]Go get prepared for Y'all execution
[01:42.021]Everybody wanna talk about the money and the women that they be gettin' but wanna kill it when they rap
[01:44.738]
[01:45.234]Everybody wanna be the mack of the game but you rappin' the same and I put 'em on they back
[01:48.238]
[01:48.526]Everybody wanna be the best out, wanna find the best route, follow me, I put 'em on the map
[01:51.373]
[01:51.713]If you really want to be the best in the game, stop rappin' like everyone else on the track
[01:54.090]
[01:54.795]Homie that's all that they want
[01:56.258]Lovin' the money I flaunt (Yeah,yeah)
[01:58.060]Keepin' it short, don't gotta give it a thought
[02:00.124]Only the shit that I bought
[02:01.247] **** that, you gotta stay differen
[02:02.841]Y' all think it's hot, but y''all straight trippin'
[02:04.330]I'm off the chain and my blade spinnin'
[02:06.054]Y'all in the club while my paint drippin'
[02:07.621] I'm a ****ing artist, who's done with all thi
[02:09.345]Straight wack shit , so I'm bustin' on this
[02:10.782]Y'all leaned out, but you suck regardless
[02:12.480] I'ma run up on 'em, feelin' ****ing lawles
[02:14.021] Better tuck your chain and ****ing run your wallet
[02:15.562]You are now lookin' at the youngest prophet
[02:17.077]Who be kiillin' rappers, got no other option
[02:18.645] Yeah they got green ,but I'm a ****ing Gobli
[02:20.447]Tell 'em whatever your man felt
[02:21.884]Sensei with the rhymes, so give me the black belt
[02:23.634]Got flame and the vibes that are makin' the track melt
[02:25.228]Goin' all in, dog, whatever they hand out
[02:26.717] Like ho go tell a bitch, I flow so venomou
[02:28.153]I boom boom, hit 'em with the stone-cold evidence
[02:29.851]I flow so relevant and show no benefit
[02:31.393]A low blow, bring 'em on the po-po, never been
[02:32.986]Mumble rappers shut your ****ing mouth
[02:34.867]Fall back, don't make another sound
[02:36.486]Tellin' me to ****ing dumb it down
[02:37.975]But I'ma buck 'em all, I got a hundred rounds
[02:39.569]Like blah
[02:41.084]**** it, I guess what I'm tryin' to say is that
[02:42.991]I miss the days when MC's would kill it and blaze a track
[02:46.361]When flows were different and everybody would state some facts
[02:49.495]And I ain't sayin' I'm the best, just tryin' to save rap

作词 : Vincent Jacovelli
作曲 : Vincent Jacovelli
Know that I'm runnin' the game(Yeah)
Purple is all in my veins(Yeah)
Coppin' a couple of chains(Woah)
Throw it, I'm makin' it rain
Yo,how come everybody in the game wanna rap like you
With the played out flow
I've been in the back ,killin' every damn track
And your rhymes all wack, how the **** y'all blo
Well, this shit is all I know(Uh)
Rappin' 'bout bitches and clothes(Yeah
Gettin' unlimited hoes(Woah)
All of my diamonds are froze
Nah, you rap with venom and then you pack the rhythm
And every track will hit 'em and you blow
But you wack, a little bit,don't stack the syllables
You have to hit 'em with new flows
Like nah, homie I'm in it for cash
Just wanna get me a bag(Yeah, yeah)
Tell 'em I'm whippin' the Jag
And I be poppin' them tags
Like naw, everybody rap like that
Everybody wanna make a track like that
Everybody else in the game sound the goddamn same
And you won't kill a rap like that
Like where the word play and the metaphors at?
What y'all make, I could never call rap
Big L,Big Pun, I'ma get 'em all back
And you mumblin' shitheads had better fall back
Nah homie it's not gonna change
Clearly we runnin' the game
Talkin' 'bout women and chains
Droppin' that shit that be numbin' your brain
It's ****ing insane and they love i
We ain't gotta rap or nothin'
Long as 808's are bumpin'
It's end of ****ing discussio
Yeah, maybe right now but it 's not gonna last
Y'all better make room for the prophets of rap
When they hear real shit no copyin' that
And they all gon' see yo'rhymin' is wack
Y'all snakes, I'm choppin' the grass
Gonna hit 'em with a bang, no stoppin' the crash
I don't wanna make bets, I'm droppin' the cash
I'm not gonna let Y'all kill hip-hop in its tracks
But we ain't even kill it, it's evolved
**** the ones who came before u
I'm show 'em how to ball
It's not evolution,Y'all better cool it
**** mumble rap, we need a better movemen
More real shit and way less pollution
Stop makin' music, that's the best solution
Y'all think you shit, but that's just illusio
Say you will, but I don't ever prove it
I'm the leader of the ****ing revolutio
Go get prepared for Y'all execution
Everybody wanna talk about the money and the women that they be gettin' but wanna kill it when they rap
Everybody wanna be the mack of the game but you rappin' the same and I put 'em on they back
Everybody wanna be the best out, wanna find the best route, follow me, I put 'em on the map
If you really want to be the best in the game, stop rappin' like everyone else on the track
Homie that's all that they want
Lovin' the money I flaunt (Yeah,yeah)
Keepin' it short, don't gotta give it a thought
Only the shit that I bought
**** that, you gotta stay differen
Y' all think it's hot, but y''all straight trippin'
I'm off the chain and my blade spinnin'
Y'all in the club while my paint drippin'
I'm a ****ing artist, who's done with all thi
Straight wack shit , so I'm bustin' on this
Y'all leaned out, but you suck regardless
I'ma run up on 'em, feelin' ****ing lawles
Better tuck your chain and ****ing run your wallet
You are now lookin' at the youngest prophet
Who be kiillin' rappers, got no other option
Yeah they got green ,but I'm a ****ing Gobli
Tell 'em whatever your man felt
Sensei with the rhymes, so give me the black belt
Got flame and the vibes that are makin' the track melt
Goin' all in, dog, whatever they hand out
Like ho go tell a bitch, I flow so venomou
I boom boom, hit 'em with the stone-cold evidence
I flow so relevant and show no benefit
A low blow, bring 'em on the po-po, never been
Mumble rappers shut your ****ing mouth
Fall back, don't make another sound
Tellin' me to ****ing dumb it down
But I'ma buck 'em all, I got a hundred rounds
Like blah
**** it, I guess what I'm tryin' to say is that
I miss the days when MC's would kill it and blaze a track
When flows were different and everybody would state some facts
And I ain't sayin' I'm the best, just tryin' to save rap