90听音乐网 www.90T8.com
As soon as hip hop came out
It was a music that
I could grasp and identify with the millennium
All round and round
From the first to the last
It is in the passionate
Clear sh*t All I need is one Mic
The hip pop is dying out
My rap poem
From the first to the last
It is in the passionate
Clear sh*t All I need is one Mic
The hip pop is dying out
My rap poem
There's a certain mystique
When I speak that you notice
Cause it's sort of unique
Cause you know it's me
My poetry is deep and
I'm still mad at the way
I flow his beat
I can't stand still
It's like trying smoke crap and go to sleep
I'm strapped it's known any minute I could snap
I'm the equivalent of what would happen
If Bush rapped
I bully these rappers so bad lyrically
It ain't even funny I ain't even hungry
It ain't even money
You can't pay me enough for you to play me
It's cockamanie you just ain't zany
Enough to rock with Shady
My noodle is cock-a-doodle my clock's coo-coo
I got screws loose yea the whole kitten caboodle
I'm just brutal
It's no rumor
I'm numero uno assume it
There's no more humor in it you know
I'm rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag and tear a near hole in my a**
From the first to the last
It is in the passionate
Clear sh*t All I need is one Mic
The hip pop is dying out
My rap poem
From the first to the last
It is in the passionate
Clear sh*t All I need is one Mic
The hip pop is dying out
My rap poem
Young Hov got the game in a frenzy
Twenty million sold all independently
So when you mention me
Make sure you got together your 'semblies
Like "He's the games J F Kennedy"
I started out I ain't have no chimney
My ma was Santa Claus well
At least she pretended to be
'Til one night well
That's if memory serves me correct
I caught her under the Christmas tree
Young Hov ain't have no pops
Thank God man I had the block
Ya'll hear me though
You young f**ks got the game all wrong
This is my life man this ain't no song
You ain't livin' your rhymes out
You live at your mom's house
In that tight-a** room pullin' the cars out
And the mirror pointin' at your reflection
Killing yourself
You American Pie
Stop feeling yourself
From the first to the last
It is in the passionate
Clear sh*t All I need is one Mic
The hip pop is dying out
My rap poem
From the first to the last
It is in the passionate
Clear sh*t All I need is one Mic
The hip pop is dying out
My rap poem
I woke up early on my born day
I'm twenty years of blessing
The essence of adolescent leaves
My body now I'm fresh in
My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it
One quarter through life some
God-ly like thing created
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic and bust one
Cuss while I puffs from
My skull cause it's pain in my brain
Vein money maintain
Don't go against the grain simple and plain
When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard
Robbin' foreigners take they wallets
They jewels and rip they green cards
Dipped to the projects flashin'
My quick cash
And got my first piece of a** smokin'
Blunts with hash
Now it's all about cash in abundance
Niggaz I used to run with
Is rich or doin years in the hundreds
I switched my motto
Instead of sayin f**k tomorrow
That buck that bought a bottle
Could've struck the lotto
Once I stood on the block
Loose cracks produce stacks
I cooked up and cut small
Pieces to get my loot back
Time is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric
Pack a four-matic
That crack your whole cabbage
From the first to the last
It is in the passionate
Clear sh*t All I need is one Mic
The hip pop is dying out
My rap poem
From the first to the last
It is in the passionate
Clear sh*t All I need is one Mic
The hip pop is dying out
My rap poem
- 1 Nas、Eminem、Jay-Z
LRC动态歌词下载
[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[00:03.02]As soon as hip hop came out
[00:04.40]It was a music that
[00:05.52]I could grasp and identify with the millennium
[00:09.56]All round and round
[00:10.95]From the first to the last
[00:12.66]It is in the passionate
[00:14.91]Clear sh*t All I need is one Mic
[00:17.58]The hip pop is dying out
[00:18.47]My rap poem
[00:20.28]From the first to the last
[00:21.96]It is in the passionate
[00:23.96]Clear sh*t All I need is one Mic
[00:27.51]The hip pop is dying out
[00:28.82]My rap poem
[00:30.51]There's a certain mystique
[00:32.34]When I speak that you notice
[00:33.53]Cause it's sort of unique
[00:34.64]Cause you know it's me
[00:36.03]My poetry is deep and
[00:36.89]I'm still mad at the way
[00:38.27]I flow his beat
[00:38.58]I can't stand still
[00:39.64]It's like trying smoke crap and go to sleep
[00:41.64]I'm strapped it's known any minute I could snap
[00:43.88]I'm the equivalent of what would happen
[00:45.87]If Bush rapped
[00:46.51]I bully these rappers so bad lyrically
[00:48.04]It ain't even funny I ain't even hungry
[00:50.04]It ain't even money
[00:51.28]You can't pay me enough for you to play me
[00:54.17]It's cockamanie you just ain't zany
[00:55.80]Enough to rock with Shady
[00:57.26]My noodle is cock-a-doodle my clock's coo-coo
[00:59.69]I got screws loose yea the whole kitten caboodle
[01:02.26]I'm just brutal
[01:03.13]It's no rumor
[01:03.95]I'm numero uno assume it
[01:05.69]There's no more humor in it you know
[01:07.76]I'm rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
[01:09.93]You need a fag and tear a near hole in my a**
[01:13.64]From the first to the last
[01:14.82]It is in the passionate
[01:16.45]Clear sh*t All I need is one Mic
[01:18.82]The hip pop is dying out
[01:20.49]My rap poem
[01:22.00]From the first to the last
[01:23.99]It is in the passionate
[01:25.50]Clear sh*t All I need is one Mic
[01:28.89]The hip pop is dying out
[01:30.22]My rap poem
[01:31.15]Young Hov got the game in a frenzy
[01:35.67]Twenty million sold all independently
[01:36.98]So when you mention me
[01:38.40]Make sure you got together your 'semblies
[01:40.38]Like "He's the games J F Kennedy"
[01:42.24]I started out I ain't have no chimney
[01:46.32]My ma was Santa Claus well
[01:47.95]At least she pretended to be
[01:49.34]'Til one night well
[01:50.29]That's if memory serves me correct
[01:52.03]I caught her under the Christmas tree
[01:53.78]Young Hov ain't have no pops
[01:56.48]Thank God man I had the block
[01:58.41]Ya'll hear me though
[01:59.60]You young f**ks got the game all wrong
[02:01.56]This is my life man this ain't no song
[02:03.62]You ain't livin' your rhymes out
[02:05.69]You live at your mom's house
[02:06.94]In that tight-a** room pullin' the cars out
[02:09.27]And the mirror pointin' at your reflection
[02:10.95]Killing yourself
[02:11.83]You American Pie
[02:12.59]Stop feeling yourself
[02:14.43]From the first to the last
[02:16.00]It is in the passionate
[02:17.25]Clear sh*t All I need is one Mic
[02:20.67]The hip pop is dying out
[02:21.98]My rap poem
[02:22.45]From the first to the last
[02:24.26]It is in the passionate
[02:27.23]Clear sh*t All I need is one Mic
[02:31.18]The hip pop is dying out
[02:32.55]My rap poem
[02:34.29]I woke up early on my born day
[02:36.88]I'm twenty years of blessing
[02:37.82]The essence of adolescent leaves
[02:38.81]My body now I'm fresh in
[02:40.44]My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it
[02:42.89]One quarter through life some
[02:44.51]God-ly like thing created
[02:45.33]Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
[02:47.98]Load up the mic and bust one
[02:49.92]Cuss while I puffs from
[02:50.99]My skull cause it's pain in my brain
[02:52.93]Vein money maintain
[02:53.48]Don't go against the grain simple and plain
[02:55.60]When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard
[02:58.30]Robbin' foreigners take they wallets
[02:59.92]They jewels and rip they green cards
[03:01.42]Dipped to the projects flashin'
[03:02.86]My quick cash
[03:03.42]And got my first piece of a** smokin'
[03:05.35]Blunts with hash
[03:06.22]Now it's all about cash in abundance
[03:07.73]Niggaz I used to run with
[03:09.10]Is rich or doin years in the hundreds
[03:10.78]I switched my motto
[03:12.11]Instead of sayin f**k tomorrow
[03:13.29]That buck that bought a bottle
[03:15.22]Could've struck the lotto
[03:16.38]Once I stood on the block
[03:17.70]Loose cracks produce stacks
[03:18.71]I cooked up and cut small
[03:19.96]Pieces to get my loot back
[03:21.69]Time is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric
[03:23.57]Pack a four-matic
[03:25.46]That crack your whole cabbage
[03:27.20]From the first to the last
[03:28.40]It is in the passionate
[03:29.87]Clear sh*t All I need is one Mic
[03:33.05]The hip pop is dying out
[03:34.46]My rap poem
[03:36.09]From the first to the last
[03:38.65]It is in the passionate
[03:40.46]Clear sh*t All I need is one Mic
[03:43.33]The hip pop is dying out
[03:44.58]My rap poem
