| Song | Hardcore Hustle |
| Artist | Madvillain |
| Album | Madvillainy |
| 作曲 : Brown, Jackson | |
| (Madvillain...) | |
| (Wildchild) | |
| Jump on the track with a harcore hustle | |
| With a busload a niggaz this time we bought 'cha muscle | |
| Wildchild's the one to uplift most and it's confirmed | |
| So tonight let's bang this Madvillain music 'till it's adjourned | |
| Loot rushes in head first with the full force of a ram | |
| so the source of the verse go hearses? the course of a jam | |
| Went to hell and back, saw devil sellin' crack | |
| in fact had to come back with brother with the mask | |
| by yellin' "black.. power to the people", who support raw music | |
| Blessed from the start to keep upliftin' progressive art | |
| To come out and uplift words | |
| take verbalistic leaps to the next purge(?) compact dope poetical excerpts | |
| Who's the expert (Wild)? With the physical frame | |
| who's mental was tamed to get over in this musical game | |
| When the Madvillain breaks your dome you'll see | |
| your interval depth was written for those that slept | |
| We take 100% unpredictable steps | |
| (Say what?) Who's the one that rocked up a party with the vigilance urge | |
| when smokin' the ism the division is blurred, but vengence is heard(?) | |
| And just when ya got, caught up in the cynical thought | |
| intervals in the shape of a mic get put straight through your heart like.. | |
| {*scream, sound of someone bleeding probably through | |
| their neck, and a heart beating while a man moans orgasmically*} |
| zuò qǔ : Brown, Jackson | |
| Madvillain... | |
| Wildchild | |
| Jump on the track with a harcore hustle | |
| With a busload a niggaz this time we bought ' cha muscle | |
| Wildchild' s the one to uplift most and it' s confirmed | |
| So tonight let' s bang this Madvillain music ' till it' s adjourned | |
| Loot rushes in head first with the full force of a ram | |
| so the source of the verse go hearses? the course of a jam | |
| Went to hell and back, saw devil sellin' crack | |
| in fact had to come back with brother with the mask | |
| by yellin' " black.. power to the people", who support raw music | |
| Blessed from the start to keep upliftin' progressive art | |
| To come out and uplift words | |
| take verbalistic leaps to the next purge? compact dope poetical excerpts | |
| Who' s the expert Wild? With the physical frame | |
| who' s mental was tamed to get over in this musical game | |
| When the Madvillain breaks your dome you' ll see | |
| your interval depth was written for those that slept | |
| We take 100 unpredictable steps | |
| Say what? Who' s the one that rocked up a party with the vigilance urge | |
| when smokin' the ism the division is blurred, but vengence is heard? | |
| And just when ya got, caught up in the cynical thought | |
| intervals in the shape of a mic get put straight through your heart like.. | |
| scream, sound of someone bleeding probably through | |
| their neck, and a heart beating while a man moans orgasmically |