Song | Trilogy of Terror |
Artist | Kool G Rap & DJ Polo |
Album | Road to the Riches |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Kool G Rap, Williams | |
I run rappers like races, cut them like razors | |
Burn them like lasers, and stun them like phasers | |
Cause my brain thinks and it blanks your memory banks | |
Sharp as shanks and poetry is like a cleat hanks | |
Give me a pen, a typa-writer then | |
I'll cut your whole posse into gingerbread men | |
With diction sparked from friction | |
Plenty of dope like the pope cause it's a | |
G Rap prediction | |
Tower going outer space, louder bass | |
Replaces the weak rap race | |
Ashes to ashes, flashes of smashes and crashes | |
Another big man bashes | |
Fright, it's a silent night but it's a violent fight | |
My talent might explode like dynamite | |
Lyrics blast out or leave it will cast out | |
Fast and at last all rappers passed out | |
Wax the vocal tracks all out like whistles | |
Clear like crystals, loud like pistols | |
Here to get it straight for the ?9 era | |
This is a killer | |
G In a trilogy of terror <break> | |
Uh Yeah Lightning and thunder, rappers going six feet under | |
Kool G Rap makes you wonder | |
No blunders or mistakes, this takes hard concentration | |
Effort, for the method, meditation | |
Visions of light, collisons, tight decisions | |
Suckers'll end like divisions | |
Listen I'm like a seed from a demon, a blessing from an angel | |
Way more mysterious than | |
Bermuda's | |
Triangle Riddle fit to hit, put together bit by bit | |
Like a do-it-yourself kit | |
Then I'll hold your soul on a remote control | |
So-called | |
MC's will freeze so cold | |
Then get viewed and examined in a test tube | |
If you're a square, you freeze into an ice cube | |
Talent switches, words to riches | |
You get stitches, rhymes are wicked like witches | |
Horror, terror, pain, rip like a hurricane | |
Freeze like cocaine, or you get a smoke brain | |
G Rap, Polo, | |
Doc the Butcher all together | |
We're forever | |
The trilogy of terror |
zuo ci : Kool G Rap, Williams | |
I run rappers like races, cut them like razors | |
Burn them like lasers, and stun them like phasers | |
Cause my brain thinks and it blanks your memory banks | |
Sharp as shanks and poetry is like a cleat hanks | |
Give me a pen, a typawriter then | |
I' ll cut your whole posse into gingerbread men | |
With diction sparked from friction | |
Plenty of dope like the pope cause it' s a | |
G Rap prediction | |
Tower going outer space, louder bass | |
Replaces the weak rap race | |
Ashes to ashes, flashes of smashes and crashes | |
Another big man bashes | |
Fright, it' s a silent night but it' s a violent fight | |
My talent might explode like dynamite | |
Lyrics blast out or leave it will cast out | |
Fast and at last all rappers passed out | |
Wax the vocal tracks all out like whistles | |
Clear like crystals, loud like pistols | |
Here to get it straight for the ? 9 era | |
This is a killer | |
G In a trilogy of terror break | |
Uh Yeah Lightning and thunder, rappers going six feet under | |
Kool G Rap makes you wonder | |
No blunders or mistakes, this takes hard concentration | |
Effort, for the method, meditation | |
Visions of light, collisons, tight decisions | |
Suckers' ll end like divisions | |
Listen I' m like a seed from a demon, a blessing from an angel | |
Way more mysterious than | |
Bermuda' s | |
Triangle Riddle fit to hit, put together bit by bit | |
Like a doityourself kit | |
Then I' ll hold your soul on a remote control | |
Socalled | |
MC' s will freeze so cold | |
Then get viewed and examined in a test tube | |
If you' re a square, you freeze into an ice cube | |
Talent switches, words to riches | |
You get stitches, rhymes are wicked like witches | |
Horror, terror, pain, rip like a hurricane | |
Freeze like cocaine, or you get a smoke brain | |
G Rap, Polo, | |
Doc the Butcher all together | |
We' re forever | |
The trilogy of terror |
zuò cí : Kool G Rap, Williams | |
I run rappers like races, cut them like razors | |
Burn them like lasers, and stun them like phasers | |
Cause my brain thinks and it blanks your memory banks | |
Sharp as shanks and poetry is like a cleat hanks | |
Give me a pen, a typawriter then | |
I' ll cut your whole posse into gingerbread men | |
With diction sparked from friction | |
Plenty of dope like the pope cause it' s a | |
G Rap prediction | |
Tower going outer space, louder bass | |
Replaces the weak rap race | |
Ashes to ashes, flashes of smashes and crashes | |
Another big man bashes | |
Fright, it' s a silent night but it' s a violent fight | |
My talent might explode like dynamite | |
Lyrics blast out or leave it will cast out | |
Fast and at last all rappers passed out | |
Wax the vocal tracks all out like whistles | |
Clear like crystals, loud like pistols | |
Here to get it straight for the ? 9 era | |
This is a killer | |
G In a trilogy of terror break | |
Uh Yeah Lightning and thunder, rappers going six feet under | |
Kool G Rap makes you wonder | |
No blunders or mistakes, this takes hard concentration | |
Effort, for the method, meditation | |
Visions of light, collisons, tight decisions | |
Suckers' ll end like divisions | |
Listen I' m like a seed from a demon, a blessing from an angel | |
Way more mysterious than | |
Bermuda' s | |
Triangle Riddle fit to hit, put together bit by bit | |
Like a doityourself kit | |
Then I' ll hold your soul on a remote control | |
Socalled | |
MC' s will freeze so cold | |
Then get viewed and examined in a test tube | |
If you' re a square, you freeze into an ice cube | |
Talent switches, words to riches | |
You get stitches, rhymes are wicked like witches | |
Horror, terror, pain, rip like a hurricane | |
Freeze like cocaine, or you get a smoke brain | |
G Rap, Polo, | |
Doc the Butcher all together | |
We' re forever | |
The trilogy of terror |