[00:00.00] 作词 : Erick Sermon/Keith Murray/Caron Wheeler/Paul Hooper/Simon Law/Berrisford Romeo
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Erick Sermon/Keith Murray/Caron Wheeler/Paul Hooper/Simon Law/Berrisford Romeo
[00:15.96]Verse 1: Cow will burn ya,
[00:22.77]I'm taken
[00:23.28]MC's straight under
[00:24.72]And you can't see like
[00:26.43]Stevie Wonder (ha)
[00:27.51]Then the black bull blown like style on the microphone
[00:30.78]Throwin' your chromosomes like a cyclone
[00:33.21]And commerical raps get the gun claps
[00:35.37]A wack on the ground of the head with my ill skill raps
[00:38.73]I'm a kill me a crazy mother****er tonight
[00:40.83]Step out the light nocturnal to the night (word 'em up)
[00:43.83]Your sight will put you in fright (word) and none of you wanna fight
[00:47.16]Cause my game is mad tight aiight
[00:48.90]Yo E this might be my last album son (hell no)
[00:51.42]Cause niggas trying to play us like crumbs nobodys
[00:54.33]I'm a **** around and murder everybody
[00:57.03]And get crazy buckwild with the shottie
[00:59.34]You couldn't see me if you weighed 500 million karrots
[01:02.40]Cause I'm sychosymatic
[01:03.90]Hook: Ooh
[01:11.46]I might lose my lose (x4)
[01:12.45]Verse 2: I'm from the dirtiest stinkiest part of
[01:28.14]Long Island
[01:28.71]But in every corner of the world my style be wilding
[01:31.86]And I'm dead serious even though
[01:33.36]I may be smiling
[01:34.56]I'm conshadier antagonizing character in back of the hoodie
[01:37.68]Coming to get you for your goodies
[01:39.60]So if your 2-2-4-5 technozzels think y'all can creep
[01:42.33]But Keith
[01:42.84]Murray ain't losing no sleep
[01:45.00]I'll man handle and dismantle your mandel down to your thorax
[01:48.63]On wax with a bloody axe
[01:50.31]But on the real for the real the real
[01:52.20]I build on
[01:52.83]Capital Hill
[01:53.97]And ill cause of skill
[01:55.44]Breakin' mother****ers up with degrees like a
[01:57.45]Count Crackula
[01:58.26]In fact the factor is compound fractures (uh)
[02:01.29]For every action there's a reaction (yeah)
[02:10.83]Hook (x4)
[02:11.10]Verse 3: We are the world!
[02:25.44]I'm shakin' and bakin' and takin'
[02:26.52]Niggas down to swirls and twirls
[02:28.11]I'm runnin' them off the ball like
[02:29.25]Earl and Pearl (uh)
[02:30.27]This is a basic general classic situation
[02:32.79]Can't nobody see me in
[02:34.14]God's creation
[02:35.37]I steps it up from inspiring expectation with funk illustrations
[02:39.15]You can thunk justifications
[02:40.98]Perhaps you would like me to make the biscuit callap (pow!)
[02:44.34]And make your lungs collapse
[02:46.23]You represent he represent
[02:47.70]I represent
[02:48.33]The sick bizarre twist is that
[02:49.68]I torment in my performance (uh)
[02:51.45]Kickin' brain twitchin' (yeah)
[02:52.65]My yobic topics, niggas be like "Stop it, you got the illiotics!" (yeah

作词 : Erick Sermon/Keith Murray/Caron Wheeler/Paul Hooper/Simon Law/Berrisford Romeo
作曲 : Erick Sermon/Keith Murray/Caron Wheeler/Paul Hooper/Simon Law/Berrisford Romeo
Verse 1: Cow will burn ya,
I'm taken
MC's straight under
And you can't see like
Stevie Wonder (ha)
Then the black bull blown like style on the microphone
Throwin' your chromosomes like a cyclone
And commerical raps get the gun claps
A wack on the ground of the head with my ill skill raps
I'm a kill me a crazy mother****er tonight
Step out the light nocturnal to the night (word 'em up)
Your sight will put you in fright (word) and none of you wanna fight
Cause my game is mad tight aiight
Yo E this might be my last album son (hell no)
Cause niggas trying to play us like crumbs nobodys
I'm a **** around and murder everybody
And get crazy buckwild with the shottie
You couldn't see me if you weighed 500 million karrots
Cause I'm sychosymatic
Hook: Ooh
I might lose my lose (x4)
Verse 2: I'm from the dirtiest stinkiest part of
Long Island
But in every corner of the world my style be wilding
And I'm dead serious even though
I may be smiling
I'm conshadier antagonizing character in back of the hoodie
Coming to get you for your goodies
So if your 2-2-4-5 technozzels think y'all can creep
But Keith
Murray ain't losing no sleep
I'll man handle and dismantle your mandel down to your thorax
On wax with a bloody axe
But on the real for the real the real
I build on
Capital Hill
And ill cause of skill
Breakin' mother****ers up with degrees like a
Count Crackula
In fact the factor is compound fractures (uh)
For every action there's a reaction (yeah)
Hook (x4)
Verse 3: We are the world!
I'm shakin' and bakin' and takin'
Niggas down to swirls and twirls
I'm runnin' them off the ball like
Earl and Pearl (uh)
This is a basic general classic situation
Can't nobody see me in
God's creation
I steps it up from inspiring expectation with funk illustrations
You can thunk justifications
Perhaps you would like me to make the biscuit callap (pow!)
And make your lungs collapse
You represent he represent
I represent
The sick bizarre twist is that
I torment in my performance (uh)
Kickin' brain twitchin' (yeah)
My yobic topics, niggas be like "Stop it, you got the illiotics!" (yeah