[00:00.00] 作词 : Aaron D. Yates/Dominique Sanders
[00:00.41] 作曲 : Aaron D. Yates/Dominique Sanders
[00:00.83]When I first started out
[00:03.36]Thought to myself, "Spread your heart about"
[00:05.94]Never thought that people look at my art and doubt
[00:07.82]Wanna bar this mouth, then they darted out
[00:09.25]Then the same energy let it charted out (Chuh)
[00:11.13]King James, that show you things changed
[00:13.47]To the Queen Weymon with King Waynes from Ving Rhames
[00:16.23]The scene came from extreme brains to teen lames
[00:18.80]Get your green, mane,
[00:19.82]While I fling Strange in a bling lane (Chuh)
[00:21.87]So I go dye my hair rojo
[00:24.37]Way back in '99, homies who saw me call me homo
[00:26.66]But then the rumors started that I worship Jesus logo
[00:29.35]Flippin’ it upside down but no-no,
[00:30.55]So many fear this wicked bozo
[00:31.94]But now it's accepted like they finally infected
[00:34.52]With the formidable Tech bitch,
[00:35.96]Like it's normal to go mesh with
[00:37.32]The darkness (Chuh)
[00:38.68]I was on a mission, black sphere
[00:40.00]20 years ago, but now they love it
[00:41.77]Isn’t that weird?
[00:42.79]Oh, Lord
[00:47.96]This thing is
[00:48.65]So (Weird, weird) yours
[00:53.34]So bring it
[00:54.12]Home, Lord
[00:58.40]This thing is
[00:59.51]So (Weird, weird) yours (Weird, weird)
[01:04.51]So bring it
[01:05.30]I'm the bitch that started this
[01:06.72]But I didn't switch my hips like a bitch
[01:08.34]And dress like Spartacus
[01:09.39]My art is sick, bombarded with retarded quick
[01:11.32]Nice flows for the psychos
[01:12.51]They don't like those with the tight clothes
[01:13.90]What they want is Tecca N9na when the light goes
[01:15.25]Way low, the K.O.D. shit
[01:16.65]Fatally spray on these hits
[01:17.86]Place go like Dave-o, Waco
[01:19.39]When I ain't flow, he pray on these tricks
[01:20.77]I'm the bitch with the spiked hair
[01:22.02]Painted face with the robe, night scare
[01:23.43]Many people think 'cause I was quite rare
[01:24.69]But tonight, there for the nightmare
[01:26.02]Oh, this is not,
[01:29.65]Lost what I seek (Spirits, spirits, spirits)
[01:32.68]Oh, this cigar up my sleeve
[01:36.98]I am here to muzzle who
[01:38.24]Those who think their hustle new
[01:39.57]They're not any trouble to the L.O.W.
[01:42.27]I am here to muzzle who
[01:43.57]Those who think their hustle new
[01:44.93]They’re not any trouble to the L.O.W.
[01:47.68]Oh, Lord
[01:52.21]This thing is
[01:53.28]So (Weird, weird) yours
[01:57.78]So bring it
[01:58.74]Home, Lord
[02:03.18]This thing is
[02:04.02]So (Weird, weird) yours (Weird, weird)
[02:08.74]So bring it
[02:10.61]

作词 : Aaron D. Yates/Dominique Sanders
作曲 : Aaron D. Yates/Dominique Sanders
When I first started out
Thought to myself, "Spread your heart about"
Never thought that people look at my art and doubt
Wanna bar this mouth, then they darted out
Then the same energy let it charted out (Chuh)
King James, that show you things changed
To the Queen Weymon with King Waynes from Ving Rhames
The scene came from extreme brains to teen lames
Get your green, mane,
While I fling Strange in a bling lane (Chuh)
So I go dye my hair rojo
Way back in '99, homies who saw me call me homo
But then the rumors started that I worship Jesus logo
Flippin’ it upside down but no-no,
So many fear this wicked bozo
But now it's accepted like they finally infected
With the formidable Tech bitch,
Like it's normal to go mesh with
The darkness (Chuh)
I was on a mission, black sphere
20 years ago, but now they love it
Isn’t that weird?
Oh, Lord
This thing is
So (Weird, weird) yours
So bring it
Home, Lord
This thing is
So (Weird, weird) yours (Weird, weird)
So bring it
I'm the bitch that started this
But I didn't switch my hips like a bitch
And dress like Spartacus
My art is sick, bombarded with retarded quick
Nice flows for the psychos
They don't like those with the tight clothes
What they want is Tecca N9na when the light goes
Way low, the K.O.D. shit
Fatally spray on these hits
Place go like Dave-o, Waco
When I ain't flow, he pray on these tricks
I'm the bitch with the spiked hair
Painted face with the robe, night scare
Many people think 'cause I was quite rare
But tonight, there for the nightmare
Oh, this is not,
Lost what I seek (Spirits, spirits, spirits)
Oh, this cigar up my sleeve
I am here to muzzle who
Those who think their hustle new
They're not any trouble to the L.O.W.
I am here to muzzle who
Those who think their hustle new
They’re not any trouble to the L.O.W.
Oh, Lord
This thing is
So (Weird, weird) yours
So bring it
Home, Lord
This thing is
So (Weird, weird) yours (Weird, weird)
So bring it