Symphony 2000 - EPMD/Redman.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Erick Sermon/PMD/Gaines Spivey/Lil' Fame/Eric Murry
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Erick Sermon/PMD/Gaines Spivey/Lil' Fame/Eric Murry
[00:00.00][PMD] Yeh..
[00:03.12]Erick Sermon..
[00:05.25]EPMD.. check it [E-Dub ]
[00:07.68]Redman.. Method
[00:09.30]Man.. Lady
[00:10.44]Luck.. Def
[00:11.25]Jam [PMD]
[00:11.97]Erick and
[00:12.33]Parrish Millenium
[00:13.32]Ducats Hold me down, hold me down (*echoes*)..
[00:18.21]Uhh.. yo!
[00:20.64]I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine
[00:23.31]I want the chrome and the cream so
[00:24.66]I put it down for mine
[00:25.98]Ill cat, slick talk, slang
[00:27.75]New York To break it down to straight
[00:29.40]English, what the **** you want?
[00:30.81]Remember me?
[00:31.77]You punk f****t crab emcee
[00:33.45]Get your shit broke in half for ****ing around with
[00:35.46]P Aiyyo strike two, my style
[00:37.29]Brooklyn like the
[00:37.95]Zoo Hey you, look bitch, one more strike you through
[00:40.95]Word is bi-dond, rock
[00:42.12]Esco, FUBU, and
[00:42.93]Phat Fi-darm
[00:43.65]Every time
[00:44.10]I get my spit on, no doubt,
[00:45.33]I spark the gridiron
[00:46.35]I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel
[00:48.81]We keeps cool, no need for static,
[00:50.37]I strap tools
[00:51.18]Next up! [E-Dub]
[00:52.05]Yo I believe that's me [PMD]
[00:53.67]Yo, get on the mic and rock the
[00:55.17]Symphony [Erick Sermon]
[00:55.92]Yo P! Time to rock, the sound
[00:57.45]I got, it reigns hot
[00:58.68]Makin necks snap back, like a slingshot
[01:01.29]E hustle, and muscle my way in then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin
[01:06.57]Not for the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it
[01:09.60]Then leave them like -- who done it?
[01:11.31]Sucka duck,
[01:12.09]I do what
[01:12.69]I feel right now
[01:13.83]When I spit the illest shit, cats be like, 'Wow!'
[01:16.32]YO! I get looks when
[01:17.79]I'm in the place
[01:18.81]That's that shit, makin you +
[01:20.19]Smile+ with
[01:20.70]Scarface Uhh, +
[01:21.99]It Ain't My
[01:22.38]Fault +, that my style
[01:23.52]Silkk enough to
[01:24.24]Shock ya Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
[01:26.76]If I get caught you can bet
[01:28.20]I'll blow trial
[01:29.16]Be +Downtown
[01:29.91]Swingin+,
[01:30.57]M.O.P. style
[01:31.59]Next up! [Red]
[01:32.16]Yo yo it's
[01:32.88]Funk D.O.C. [E-Dub]
[01:34.05]Yo, you're on the mic to rock the
[01:35.58]Symphony [Redman]
[01:36.18]HeHAHHH! Yo yo
[01:36.48]Did you ever think you would catch a cap?
[01:38.88]Yo did you ever think you would get a slap?
[01:41.46]Yo did you ever think you would get robbed at gunpoint, stripped and thrown out the car?
[01:46.47]It's Funk
[01:46.95]Doc, you know my name
[01:48.00]HOE My style dirty underground, or
[01:49.98]Ukraine po'
[01:50.64]When it hits you, pain pumps
[01:52.35]Kool-Aid, through the vein and shit
[01:54.12]Snatch the trap then
[01:55.14]I Dash like
[01:55.92]Damon did
[01:56.82]Doc, walk _
[01:57.69]Thin Red Lines_ to shell shock
[01:59.43]Hairlock with ****ing broads in nail shops
[02:02.10]Hydro? Got more bags than bellhops
[02:04.71]Two thousand
[02:05.46]Benz on my eight by ten
[02:06.93]PICTURE Papichu', slayin crews in
[02:09.72]ICU Battlin, usin hockey rules
[02:12.06]For Keith
[02:12.60]Murray, Doc gon' c**k these tools
[02:14.73]Rollin down like dice in
[02:16.14]Yahtzee fool!
[02:17.07]I "Just Do It" like
[02:18.03]Nike, outta '
[02:19.23]Bama with ten kids with hammers, hooked to a camper!
[02:22.53]Yo next up [Meth]
[02:23.34]It's the G-
[02:23.88]O-D [Red]
[02:24.57]Yo yo, get on the mic for the
[02:26.19]Symphony [Method]
[02:27.06]Youth on the move, payin them dues, nuttin to lose
[02:29.64]Huh, street kids, broken and bruised, eyein yo' jewels
[02:32.16]Huh, bad news, barin they souls through rhymin blues _
[02:34.83]Hardcore _!
[02:35.76]To make them brothers act fool
[02:37.47]Hands on the steel, flip you heads over heel *sniff*
[02:39.93]Smell the daffodils from the lyric overkill *sniff*
[02:42.54]Feelin like the mack inside a
[02:43.80]Cadillac Seville *screech*
[02:44.94]Too ill, on cuts, the
[02:46.29]Barber of
[02:46.80]Seville - fi-ga-ro!
[02:48.06]The sky is fallin -
[02:49.05]GERONIMO!
[02:49.98]I feel my high comin down..
[02:51.60]LOOKOUT BE
[02:52.05]LOW! AIYYO!
[02:52.50]Dead that roach clip and spark another
[02:55.17]Chickenhawks, playin theyselves like
[02:56.76]Parker Brothers
[02:57.60]I rock for the low-class, from
[02:59.37]Locash The broke-assed, even rock for trailer park trash
[03:02.55]Yeah yeah, the
[03:03.42]God on your block like
[03:04.38]Godzilla Yeah yeah -- she gave away my shit
[03:06.93]I'ma kill her
[03:07.77]John John phenom-enon, in
[03:09.51]Japan they call me
[03:10.32]Ichiban Wu-
[03:11.22]Tang Clan, numba won!
[03:12.66]In the whole nine,
[03:13.50]I hold mine
[03:14.25]Keep playin with it kid, you might go blind - jerkoff!
[03:17.82]**** them a.k.a., for now it's jus
[03:19.89]Meth That's it, that's all, solo, single no more no less [all]
[03:22.68]NEXT UP! [Lady]
[03:23.88]I believe that's me [all]
[03:25.32]BASTARD! [PMD]
[03:25.77]Get on the mic and rock the
[03:26.79]Symphony [Lady Luck ]
[03:27.63]Mrs. Stop
[03:28.32]Drop and Roll, rocks top the told
[03:30.51]Hot, even though dames is froze
[03:32.76]Pop close range at foes, and blaze them hoes
[03:35.28]Leave em with they brains exposed, and stains on clothes
[03:37.80]Y'all better change your flows, hear how
[03:39.69]Luck spittin?
[03:40.59]Stay drunk-pissed in the
[03:41.82]S-Type, stay whippin *screech*
[03:43.17]When the guns spittin, duck or get hittin
[03:45.72]It's written, we in the game but ball different
[03:48.12]Point game like
[03:49.02]Jordan, y'all play the role of
[03:50.16]Pippen Style switchin, like tight ass after stickin
[03:53.28]MAN LISTEN, stop your cryin and your bullshit
[03:55.65]Like E and
[03:56.19]P's last C
[03:56.97]D, you're out of business
文本歌词
作词 : Erick Sermon/PMD/Gaines Spivey/Lil' Fame/Eric Murry
作曲 : Erick Sermon/PMD/Gaines Spivey/Lil' Fame/Eric Murry
Yeh..
Erick Sermon..
EPMD.. check it
Redman.. Method
Man.. Lady
Luck.. Def
Jam
Erick and
Parrish Millenium
Ducats Hold me down, hold me down (*echoes*)..
Uhh.. yo!
I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so
I put it down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, slang
New York To break it down to straight
English, what the **** you want?
Remember me?
You punk f****t crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for ****ing around with
P Aiyyo strike two, my style
Brooklyn like the
Zoo Hey you, look bitch, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock
Esco, FUBU, and
Phat Fi-darm
Every time
I get my spit on, no doubt,
I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no need for static,
I strap tools
Next up!
Yo I believe that's me
Yo, get on the mic and rock the
Symphony
Yo P! Time to rock, the sound
I got, it reigns hot
Makin necks snap back, like a slingshot
E hustle, and muscle my way in then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin
Not for the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it
Then leave them like -- who done it?
Sucka duck,
I do what
I feel right now
When I spit the illest shit, cats be like, 'Wow!'
YO! I get looks when
I'm in the place
That's that shit, makin you +
Smile+ with
Scarface Uhh, +
It Ain't My
Fault +, that my style
Silkk enough to
Shock ya Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet
I'll blow trial
Be +Downtown
Swingin+,
M.O.P. style
Next up!
Yo yo it's
Funk D.O.C.
Yo, you're on the mic to rock the
Symphony
HeHAHHH! Yo yo
Did you ever think you would catch a cap?
Yo did you ever think you would get a slap?
Yo did you ever think you would get robbed at gunpoint, stripped and thrown out the car?
It's Funk
Doc, you know my name
HOE My style dirty underground, or
Ukraine po'
When it hits you, pain pumps
Kool-Aid, through the vein and shit
Snatch the trap then
I Dash like
Damon did
Doc, walk _
Thin Red Lines_ to shell shock
Hairlock with ****ing broads in nail shops
Hydro? Got more bags than bellhops
Two thousand
Benz on my eight by ten
PICTURE Papichu', slayin crews in
ICU Battlin, usin hockey rules
For Keith
Murray, Doc gon' c**k these tools
Rollin down like dice in
Yahtzee fool!
I "Just Do It" like
Nike, outta '
Bama with ten kids with hammers, hooked to a camper!
Yo next up
It's the G-
O-D
Yo yo, get on the mic for the
Symphony
Youth on the move, payin them dues, nuttin to lose
Huh, street kids, broken and bruised, eyein yo' jewels
Huh, bad news, barin they souls through rhymin blues _
Hardcore _!
To make them brothers act fool
Hands on the steel, flip you heads over heel *sniff*
Smell the daffodils from the lyric overkill *sniff*
Feelin like the mack inside a
Cadillac Seville *screech*
Too ill, on cuts, the
Barber of
Seville - fi-ga-ro!
The sky is fallin -
GERONIMO!
I feel my high comin down..
LOOKOUT BE
LOW! AIYYO!
Dead that roach clip and spark another
Chickenhawks, playin theyselves like
Parker Brothers
I rock for the low-class, from
Locash The broke-assed, even rock for trailer park trash
Yeah yeah, the
God on your block like
Godzilla Yeah yeah -- she gave away my shit
I'ma kill her
John John phenom-enon, in
Japan they call me
Ichiban Wu-
Tang Clan, numba won!
In the whole nine,
I hold mine
Keep playin with it kid, you might go blind - jerkoff!
**** them a.k.a., for now it's jus
Meth That's it, that's all, solo, single no more no less
NEXT UP!
I believe that's me
BASTARD!
Get on the mic and rock the
Symphony
Mrs. Stop
Drop and Roll, rocks top the told
Hot, even though dames is froze
Pop close range at foes, and blaze them hoes
Leave em with they brains exposed, and stains on clothes
Y'all better change your flows, hear how
Luck spittin?
Stay drunk-pissed in the
S-Type, stay whippin *screech*
When the guns spittin, duck or get hittin
It's written, we in the game but ball different
Point game like
Jordan, y'all play the role of
Pippen Style switchin, like tight ass after stickin
MAN LISTEN, stop your cryin and your bullshit
Like E and
P's last C
D, you're out of business