Head Rush Lyrics
| Song | Head Rush |
| Artist | Pete Rock |
| Album | Soul Survivor II |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Diggs, Grice, GZA, Rock, RZA | |
| 作词 : Grice(Diggs) | |
| (feat. RZA & GZA) | |
| [Intro: RZA] | |
| Yo... before the Greeks and the creeks.. | |
| It's an old Pete Rock classic, nigga, yo | |
| [RZA] | |
| Before the Greeks and the creeks, before you can stand | |
| Before your hands and your feet, from a band or a beat | |
| We would stand on the street, with our hands on our heat | |
| Twelve grams, twelve feet away, balled up in a sheet | |
| Of Reynold's wrap, one smack, leave's your dentals back | |
| Your voice get quiet like the voice in the instrumental track | |
| Slick from the lip lisp, son, sip the citrus | |
| My voice unfolds, with the soul of The Whispers | |
| On the block, we rock loud like The Pistols | |
| Up in the crib, my wiz drinkin' a Harvey's Bristol | |
| Natural flavor, yours be artificial | |
| I blow holes in skin, like big nose through snotty tissue | |
| They go berserk, when the dollar dollar bill is on | |
| The thrill is gone... upgrade to the silicone | |
| That's birth of four billion, eight hundred milli-on | |
| It's not official until I smack the W, silly on | |
| From the valleys of Ohio, to the sounds of Cairo | |
| Still hit, like the whirlwind kick of Ryu | |
| Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, still puzzled like the jigsaw | |
| You renig', you get jinxed, pa, Pete Rock exclusive.. | |
| [GZA] | |
| We boat guard the road, like trucks on the turnpike | |
| Smoke by the load, just to see what it burns like | |
| Architectural design, intellectual rhyme | |
| Official stripe, movin' on a diagonal line | |
| With thugs trapped, scholars they want the books back | |
| The piece, they turn us off, the moment they look back | |
| The castling position, made weak by a wind calm | |
| Knights lose armor from the pressure, we bring on | |
| And fire all these shots in the rhymes with mad flames | |
| Kept the cramp game, and he posted on bad squares | |
| The king's the kick, the queen's the snare | |
| The bass are minor pieces that move in a pair | |
| Quick to break through, an un-parallel opponent | |
| I do it on the regular, at any given moment | |
| Check the venue, those to make the saga continue | |
| Before you check the credits, the swords is all in you | |
| It's real... it's real... it's real... it's real... |
| zuo qu : Diggs, Grice, GZA, Rock, RZA | |
| zuo ci : Grice Diggs | |
| feat. RZA GZA | |
| Intro: RZA | |
| Yo... before the Greeks and the creeks.. | |
| It' s an old Pete Rock classic, nigga, yo | |
| RZA | |
| Before the Greeks and the creeks, before you can stand | |
| Before your hands and your feet, from a band or a beat | |
| We would stand on the street, with our hands on our heat | |
| Twelve grams, twelve feet away, balled up in a sheet | |
| Of Reynold' s wrap, one smack, leave' s your dentals back | |
| Your voice get quiet like the voice in the instrumental track | |
| Slick from the lip lisp, son, sip the citrus | |
| My voice unfolds, with the soul of The Whispers | |
| On the block, we rock loud like The Pistols | |
| Up in the crib, my wiz drinkin' a Harvey' s Bristol | |
| Natural flavor, yours be artificial | |
| I blow holes in skin, like big nose through snotty tissue | |
| They go berserk, when the dollar dollar bill is on | |
| The thrill is gone... upgrade to the silicone | |
| That' s birth of four billion, eight hundred million | |
| It' s not official until I smack the W, silly on | |
| From the valleys of Ohio, to the sounds of Cairo | |
| Still hit, like the whirlwind kick of Ryu | |
| ZigZagZig Allah, still puzzled like the jigsaw | |
| You renig', you get jinxed, pa, Pete Rock exclusive.. | |
| GZA | |
| We boat guard the road, like trucks on the turnpike | |
| Smoke by the load, just to see what it burns like | |
| Architectural design, intellectual rhyme | |
| Official stripe, movin' on a diagonal line | |
| With thugs trapped, scholars they want the books back | |
| The piece, they turn us off, the moment they look back | |
| The castling position, made weak by a wind calm | |
| Knights lose armor from the pressure, we bring on | |
| And fire all these shots in the rhymes with mad flames | |
| Kept the cramp game, and he posted on bad squares | |
| The king' s the kick, the queen' s the snare | |
| The bass are minor pieces that move in a pair | |
| Quick to break through, an unparallel opponent | |
| I do it on the regular, at any given moment | |
| Check the venue, those to make the saga continue | |
| Before you check the credits, the swords is all in you | |
| It' s real... it' s real... it' s real... it' s real... |
| zuò qǔ : Diggs, Grice, GZA, Rock, RZA | |
| zuò cí : Grice Diggs | |
| feat. RZA GZA | |
| Intro: RZA | |
| Yo... before the Greeks and the creeks.. | |
| It' s an old Pete Rock classic, nigga, yo | |
| RZA | |
| Before the Greeks and the creeks, before you can stand | |
| Before your hands and your feet, from a band or a beat | |
| We would stand on the street, with our hands on our heat | |
| Twelve grams, twelve feet away, balled up in a sheet | |
| Of Reynold' s wrap, one smack, leave' s your dentals back | |
| Your voice get quiet like the voice in the instrumental track | |
| Slick from the lip lisp, son, sip the citrus | |
| My voice unfolds, with the soul of The Whispers | |
| On the block, we rock loud like The Pistols | |
| Up in the crib, my wiz drinkin' a Harvey' s Bristol | |
| Natural flavor, yours be artificial | |
| I blow holes in skin, like big nose through snotty tissue | |
| They go berserk, when the dollar dollar bill is on | |
| The thrill is gone... upgrade to the silicone | |
| That' s birth of four billion, eight hundred million | |
| It' s not official until I smack the W, silly on | |
| From the valleys of Ohio, to the sounds of Cairo | |
| Still hit, like the whirlwind kick of Ryu | |
| ZigZagZig Allah, still puzzled like the jigsaw | |
| You renig', you get jinxed, pa, Pete Rock exclusive.. | |
| GZA | |
| We boat guard the road, like trucks on the turnpike | |
| Smoke by the load, just to see what it burns like | |
| Architectural design, intellectual rhyme | |
| Official stripe, movin' on a diagonal line | |
| With thugs trapped, scholars they want the books back | |
| The piece, they turn us off, the moment they look back | |
| The castling position, made weak by a wind calm | |
| Knights lose armor from the pressure, we bring on | |
| And fire all these shots in the rhymes with mad flames | |
| Kept the cramp game, and he posted on bad squares | |
| The king' s the kick, the queen' s the snare | |
| The bass are minor pieces that move in a pair | |
| Quick to break through, an unparallel opponent | |
| I do it on the regular, at any given moment | |
| Check the venue, those to make the saga continue | |
| Before you check the credits, the swords is all in you | |
| It' s real... it' s real... it' s real... it' s real... |
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