Ill Technique Lyrics
| Song | Ill Technique |
| Artist | Lone Catalysts |
| Album | Hip Hop |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : J. Rawls, Sanders | |
| Yo, stepped out my door into the world, now it's on | |
| The sun gave birth, so now the nighttime is born | |
| Nothin different than the norm as the plot takes form | |
| Inner feelings remain warm to shelter me from the storm | |
| Cause the city could swallow you whole, so be warned | |
| The streets are filled with scorn from dusk to morn | |
| I gotta be alerted for all times or be torn | |
| From my earthly existance, I measure the distance | |
| And calculate a path straight so my time is efficient | |
| Can't waste not a second or breath | |
| So when I step, man, I trek | |
| Mind focused, hollow point is noticed | |
| At the fly Latin hostess, workin ???? | |
| But never hesitate my motion | |
| My body floatin like the wind over the ocean | |
| I saw the brothers toastin, the Thunderbird wine | |
| Givin praise to the stars as they shine | |
| Exchanged pounds, started to rhyme | |
| Once the cipher hit its peak, I continued down the street | |
| Cause my mission was incomplete, this was no time to sleep | |
| Gotta get back to the lab and freak something that y'all can peep | |
| From Lone Catalysts, very unique | |
| The way we organize it all with the ill technique | |
| The way we organize it all with the ill technique | |
| The way we organize it all with the ill technique | |
| [VERSE 2: J. Sands] | |
| Only a block left to go before I reach the studio | |
| The story goes: Rawls in the lab eatin Oreos | |
| Waitin on me to show, he got a track and need a pro | |
| Usually have some tree to blow, but nowadays I leave or go | |
| When it's time to breathe a flow, even though | |
| You might see me in your section | |
| Eyes red complexion | |
| With my man [Name] and LG flex on | |
| You know that, so finally the destination | |
| I'm at the lab with Rawls and without no hesitation | |
| "My mic sounds nice, check one | |
| My mic sounds nice, check two" | |
| And with no further ado, you know the r-e-s-u-me | |
| We be in the lab like all day | |
| Rawls makes the track and I spit not the wack | |
| Mix all the levels, then record it all on the DAT | |
| Then take it to the Sugar Shack where Rashaad is at | |
| Let him peep the joint cause cuz got a knack | |
| To spot the sure shots and the or-not's | |
| So we be up in the lab till about 4 o'clock | |
| In the AM, the next day, yo, it's no delayin | |
| Time to put it to wax, CDs and tapes | |
| To generate the papes, to generate the papes | |
| Cause once it circulates everyone will state | |
| That the Lone Catalysts be on a ill technique | |
| Aiyo, the Lone Catalysts be on a ill technique | |
| Aiyo, the Lone Catalysts be on a ill technique | |
| Aiyo, you know the repertoire, baby paw, don't sleep |
| zuo qu : J. Rawls, Sanders | |
| Yo, stepped out my door into the world, now it' s on | |
| The sun gave birth, so now the nighttime is born | |
| Nothin different than the norm as the plot takes form | |
| Inner feelings remain warm to shelter me from the storm | |
| Cause the city could swallow you whole, so be warned | |
| The streets are filled with scorn from dusk to morn | |
| I gotta be alerted for all times or be torn | |
| From my earthly existance, I measure the distance | |
| And calculate a path straight so my time is efficient | |
| Can' t waste not a second or breath | |
| So when I step, man, I trek | |
| Mind focused, hollow point is noticed | |
| At the fly Latin hostess, workin nbsp???? | |
| But never hesitate my motion | |
| My body floatin like the wind over the ocean | |
| I saw the brothers toastin, the Thunderbird wine | |
| Givin praise to the stars as they shine | |
| Exchanged pounds, started to rhyme | |
| Once the cipher hit its peak, I continued down the street | |
| Cause my mission was incomplete, this was no time to sleep | |
| Gotta get back to the lab and freak something that y' all can peep | |
| From Lone Catalysts, very unique | |
| The way we organize it all with the ill technique | |
| The way we organize it all with the ill technique | |
| The way we organize it all with the ill technique | |
| VERSE 2: J. Sands | |
| Only a block left to go before I reach the studio | |
| The story goes: Rawls in the lab eatin Oreos | |
| Waitin on me to show, he got a track and need a pro | |
| Usually have some tree to blow, but nowadays I leave or go | |
| When it' s time to breathe a flow, even though | |
| You might see me in your section | |
| Eyes red complexion | |
| With my man Name and LG flex on | |
| You know that, so finally the destination | |
| I' m at the lab with Rawls and without no hesitation | |
| " My mic sounds nice, check one | |
| My mic sounds nice, check two" | |
| And with no further ado, you know the resume | |
| We be in the lab like all day | |
| Rawls makes the track and I spit not the wack | |
| Mix all the levels, then record it all on the DAT | |
| Then take it to the Sugar Shack where Rashaad is at | |
| Let him peep the joint cause cuz got a knack | |
| To spot the sure shots and the ornot' s | |
| So we be up in the lab till about 4 o' clock | |
| In the AM, the next day, yo, it' s no delayin | |
| Time to put it to wax, CDs and tapes | |
| To generate the papes, to generate the papes | |
| Cause once it circulates everyone will state | |
| That the Lone Catalysts be on a ill technique | |
| Aiyo, the Lone Catalysts be on a ill technique | |
| Aiyo, the Lone Catalysts be on a ill technique | |
| Aiyo, you know the repertoire, baby paw, don' t sleep |
| zuò qǔ : J. Rawls, Sanders | |
| Yo, stepped out my door into the world, now it' s on | |
| The sun gave birth, so now the nighttime is born | |
| Nothin different than the norm as the plot takes form | |
| Inner feelings remain warm to shelter me from the storm | |
| Cause the city could swallow you whole, so be warned | |
| The streets are filled with scorn from dusk to morn | |
| I gotta be alerted for all times or be torn | |
| From my earthly existance, I measure the distance | |
| And calculate a path straight so my time is efficient | |
| Can' t waste not a second or breath | |
| So when I step, man, I trek | |
| Mind focused, hollow point is noticed | |
| At the fly Latin hostess, workin nbsp???? | |
| But never hesitate my motion | |
| My body floatin like the wind over the ocean | |
| I saw the brothers toastin, the Thunderbird wine | |
| Givin praise to the stars as they shine | |
| Exchanged pounds, started to rhyme | |
| Once the cipher hit its peak, I continued down the street | |
| Cause my mission was incomplete, this was no time to sleep | |
| Gotta get back to the lab and freak something that y' all can peep | |
| From Lone Catalysts, very unique | |
| The way we organize it all with the ill technique | |
| The way we organize it all with the ill technique | |
| The way we organize it all with the ill technique | |
| VERSE 2: J. Sands | |
| Only a block left to go before I reach the studio | |
| The story goes: Rawls in the lab eatin Oreos | |
| Waitin on me to show, he got a track and need a pro | |
| Usually have some tree to blow, but nowadays I leave or go | |
| When it' s time to breathe a flow, even though | |
| You might see me in your section | |
| Eyes red complexion | |
| With my man Name and LG flex on | |
| You know that, so finally the destination | |
| I' m at the lab with Rawls and without no hesitation | |
| " My mic sounds nice, check one | |
| My mic sounds nice, check two" | |
| And with no further ado, you know the resume | |
| We be in the lab like all day | |
| Rawls makes the track and I spit not the wack | |
| Mix all the levels, then record it all on the DAT | |
| Then take it to the Sugar Shack where Rashaad is at | |
| Let him peep the joint cause cuz got a knack | |
| To spot the sure shots and the ornot' s | |
| So we be up in the lab till about 4 o' clock | |
| In the AM, the next day, yo, it' s no delayin | |
| Time to put it to wax, CDs and tapes | |
| To generate the papes, to generate the papes | |
| Cause once it circulates everyone will state | |
| That the Lone Catalysts be on a ill technique | |
| Aiyo, the Lone Catalysts be on a ill technique | |
| Aiyo, the Lone Catalysts be on a ill technique | |
| Aiyo, you know the repertoire, baby paw, don' t sleep |
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