[00:00.000] 作词 : Manix
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Manix
[00:02.000] 编曲 : Manix
[00:18.194]Get your rusty ass over 'fore I put a shine to it
[00:20.703]See man, it's man I trust so I'mma rhyme to it
[00:22.682]20% out of a hundred groups are mediocre
[00:24.945]They took a medicine effect and I'm a pretty choker
[00:27.191]So once you got a couple microphones well I'mma rep 'em
[00:29.451]You got some Nile rapper rivers too, well I'mma check 'em!
[00:31.696]Because they new to this, I'm true to this!
[00:33.688]They shouldn't be doin' this
[00:34.702]A lot of rappers reppin' keepin' miles is a few in this
[00:36.445]Game, to maintain, I keep it going on
[00:38.939]You hear the guitar and the funky beat I'm flowin' on
[00:41.201]I don't tell 'em when I see it, I just spot it
[00:43.194]Just runnin' me, have soul and ain't the only person got it
[00:45.440]And blacks don't have to act white if they like Red Hot Chili Peppers
[00:47.938]And whites dont have to act black if they like Salt-n-pepa
[00:49.692]Cause I like a lot of people [?] mucus on the [?]
[00:52.192]So I'm Blackened like Metallica, look at me in shock
[00:54.696]But nothing else matters wherever I may roam
[00:56.703]The microphone's my best friend and the stage is my home
[00:58.942]Our music got the sounds, our rhythms got the hooks
[01:01.193]I listen to Kenny Rogers, Marvin Gaye and Garth Brooks
[01:03.693]I listened to that [?] that's [?] and [?]
[01:05.950]But music is good music, the other, is mess
[01:08.195]The [?] you chocolate and a peppermint
[01:10.191]What color is my soul? Here's a hint: let's hook 'em
[01:12.946]Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
[01:14.944]Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
[01:17.195]Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
[01:19.440]Now open 'em up, even the best eyes squint
[01:22.160]Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
[01:23.907]Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
[01:26.416]Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
[01:28.402]Now open 'em up, even the best eyes squint
[01:30.162]We're up in it, up in it, and way, hi ho!
[01:32.145]It's over when I don't get on the tip of the stickity sterile
[01:34.377]If you want to high roll
[01:35.615]Some people are comin' the [?] road, why though?
[01:37.855]With my soul, it's deep enough to shake [?]
[01:40.112]My oh my!
[01:41.107][?] someone touches a bottle
[01:42.359]The albino brothers steppin' 'em up, we'll wake your [?]
[01:44.613]Yeah, I think I'm enough to rhyme so [?] look like a [high-boat?]
[01:46.867]I don't play around, we'll run and get the five'o, wait
[01:49.117]Hold up! They don't, hold back
[01:51.616]To just roll up, they cut no slack
[01:53.863]You better step up to bat, or please get a hobby
[01:55.869]Cause even a videotape can bring no justice to Rodney
[01:58.123]Or IV, I'll put your chest [?] to the point its futile
[02:01.315]Get back on your [?] noodle
[02:02.763]So you will understand that you won't have the upperhand when
[02:05.016]You think I may getting brutal
[02:06.012]The America to Bootle
[02:07.026]To get the zoom, zam, the zip for the rip
[02:09.523]For the kid who had to trip my tint
[02:11.970]It's as simple as A-B-Cs and as easy as pie
[02:13.929]But is it never to be as intuitive as the question "why?"
[02:16.197]Bullets try to inflictin' pain [?]
[02:19.379][?] shade of soul, huh
[02:20.396][?] skills they haven't even thought about yet
[02:22.634]But when I [?] they act as if my color soft as my step
[02:25.087][?]
[02:26.545]But don't call me Vanilla Ice, Serato or Kid Rock
[02:28.793]And grip with the [cold super missile?] Roundabout
[02:32.789]Cause' I'm so down, I'm out
[02:34.289]Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
[02:36.545]Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
[02:38.791]Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
[02:41.039]Now open 'em up, even the best eyes squint
[02:43.291]Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
[02:45.547]Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
[02:48.040]Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
[02:50.035]Now open 'em up, even the best eyes squint
[02:51.537]Shit, there ain't idiots bad as the fattest skinniest
[02:54.295]Sick with a little rapper to never battle, little, piddle or paddle the prettiest
[02:57.247]Dumb ****, lookin' for the hats or suck a numb
[02:58.988]Or jackin' jeans keep your hangin' nuts tucked
[03:01.502]And I'm about to take my look up it, up in a book
[03:03.495]Plus I'm almost on the top of the booty pull that coppin' a district shit
[03:06.237]See you're just barkin up tha wrong tree
[03:07.755]Cause I got diarrhea, myamia, I uh be a ****in' honkey
[03:11.200]So bad on the mic gotta make ya titterid kid retell what tha **** I'm saying
[03:13.456]He just talk, but neva the type babbadababa they think they shits so poppa hipty
[03:16.694]I'd imagine if I were to put up a zipper to the mic i'd be able to do a lip-sync
[03:19.959]Because I rap in this mutha****er there's gotta be a certain rhyme this microphone stick, what the **** i'll hoist it around inside my home
[03:24.199]And the DJ better stick up like a rocket
[03:26.215]Cause he could scratch on a ****ed up a pool table with 27 pockets
[03:28.951]Buttafingaz scratches like a girly fight
[03:30.693]But if our color matters, take no less than pearly whites
[03:32.961]But I’m hardcore like rocks in a tomato
[03:35.454]Gettin' skinned like I was boxing a potato
[03:37.703]I wouldn't suck on the mic if it was shaped like a nipple
[03:39.458]I done made lots'a money so I'm good if i make like a nickel
[03:41.711]But I'm out cold like a snowstorm
[03:44.201]So I got nuts so fat, it'll keep my toes warm
[03:46.450](Hit)
[03:47.209]Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
[03:48.943]Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
[03:51.450]Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
[03:53.460]Now open 'em up, even the best eyes squint
[03:55.707]Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
[03:58.198]Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
[04:00.462]Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
[04:02.450]Now open 'em up, even the best eyes squint

作词 : Manix
作曲 : Manix
编曲 : Manix
Get your rusty ass over 'fore I put a shine to it
See man, it's man I trust so I'mma rhyme to it
20% out of a hundred groups are mediocre
They took a medicine effect and I'm a pretty choker
So once you got a couple microphones well I'mma rep 'em
You got some Nile rapper rivers too, well I'mma check 'em!
Because they new to this, I'm true to this!
They shouldn't be doin' this
A lot of rappers reppin' keepin' miles is a few in this
Game, to maintain, I keep it going on
You hear the guitar and the funky beat I'm flowin' on
I don't tell 'em when I see it, I just spot it
Just runnin' me, have soul and ain't the only person got it
And blacks don't have to act white if they like Red Hot Chili Peppers
And whites dont have to act black if they like Salt-n-pepa
Cause I like a lot of people mucus on the
So I'm Blackened like Metallica, look at me in shock
But nothing else matters wherever I may roam
The microphone's my best friend and the stage is my home
Our music got the sounds, our rhythms got the hooks
I listen to Kenny Rogers, Marvin Gaye and Garth Brooks
I listened to that that's and
But music is good music, the other, is mess
The you chocolate and a peppermint
What color is my soul? Here's a hint: let's hook 'em
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Now open 'em up, even the best eyes squint
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Now open 'em up, even the best eyes squint
We're up in it, up in it, and way, hi ho!
It's over when I don't get on the tip of the stickity sterile
If you want to high roll
Some people are comin' the road, why though?
With my soul, it's deep enough to shake
My oh my!
someone touches a bottle
The albino brothers steppin' 'em up, we'll wake your
Yeah, I think I'm enough to rhyme so look like a
I don't play around, we'll run and get the five'o, wait
Hold up! They don't, hold back
To just roll up, they cut no slack
You better step up to bat, or please get a hobby
Cause even a videotape can bring no justice to Rodney
Or IV, I'll put your chest to the point its futile
Get back on your noodle
So you will understand that you won't have the upperhand when
You think I may getting brutal
The America to Bootle
To get the zoom, zam, the zip for the rip
For the kid who had to trip my tint
It's as simple as A-B-Cs and as easy as pie
But is it never to be as intuitive as the question "why?"
Bullets try to inflictin' pain
shade of soul, huh
skills they haven't even thought about yet
But when I they act as if my color soft as my step
But don't call me Vanilla Ice, Serato or Kid Rock
And grip with the Roundabout
Cause' I'm so down, I'm out
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Now open 'em up, even the best eyes squint
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Now open 'em up, even the best eyes squint
Shit, there ain't idiots bad as the fattest skinniest
Sick with a little rapper to never battle, little, piddle or paddle the prettiest
Dumb ****, lookin' for the hats or suck a numb
Or jackin' jeans keep your hangin' nuts tucked
And I'm about to take my look up it, up in a book
Plus I'm almost on the top of the booty pull that coppin' a district shit
See you're just barkin up tha wrong tree
Cause I got diarrhea, myamia, I uh be a ****in' honkey
So bad on the mic gotta make ya titterid kid retell what tha **** I'm saying
He just talk, but neva the type babbadababa they think they shits so poppa hipty
I'd imagine if I were to put up a zipper to the mic i'd be able to do a lip-sync
Because I rap in this mutha****er there's gotta be a certain rhyme this microphone stick, what the **** i'll hoist it around inside my home
And the DJ better stick up like a rocket
Cause he could scratch on a ****ed up a pool table with 27 pockets
Buttafingaz scratches like a girly fight
But if our color matters, take no less than pearly whites
But I’m hardcore like rocks in a tomato
Gettin' skinned like I was boxing a potato
I wouldn't suck on the mic if it was shaped like a nipple
I done made lots'a money so I'm good if i make like a nickel
But I'm out cold like a snowstorm
So I got nuts so fat, it'll keep my toes warm
(Hit)
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Now open 'em up, even the best eyes squint
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Close your eyes and try to guess my tint
Now open 'em up, even the best eyes squint