The Rapsody (In J Minor) Lyrics
| Song | The Rapsody (In J Minor) |
| Artist | Prime Minister Pete Nice |
| Artist | Daddy Rich |
| Album | Dust to Dust |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brann, Bushy, Citrin, Dorman ... | |
| (The j) | |
| [VERSE 1] | |
| Bringin it, bringin it back to original Sever | |
| Back to the roots, hip-hop double head-up | |
| Red light, ride up the bass just a smidgen | |
| Yo, get the speakers singin like a stool pigeon | |
| [Sweeny tarts] slice up a slip throat | |
| Livin in a castle, hoes swimmin in my moat | |
| Masterful moves on a microphone endeavour | |
| Prime Minister, Daddy Rich, Sam - ah em, S-S-Sever | |
| Bless you [for the butter] tissue | |
| Blowin like breeze [ ] on an iglu | |
| President [ ] got the big bags | |
| ([ ]) do your head like a doo-rag | |
| Clockin mad dough every time that you seen us | |
| Go with the flow like [ ] penis | |
| Peep your move, but that's no haps, bee | |
| You're ridin on my dick in a rapsody | |
| [VERSE 2] | |
| Back in '86 Rakim hit The Melody | |
| Ever since then shit jumped off steadily | |
| Still counterfeits [ ] plus felony | |
| When I'm on the pavement people are tellin me | |
| Yo, you got the swollen up, mad man musical | |
| Style, plus loops, loops quite suitable | |
| Never half-step, neither semi-semi | |
| I - I [ ] the professor, he's a swell guy | |
| Wanna step to the drama over hit-and-run | |
| Yo, you'd be out before I say Jack Robinson | |
| Swig it, not a biggot like Archibald Bunker | |
| Six pack of soul, there she blow, yo I sunk her | |
| Dunk ya like a [ ] then my head got (foamy) | |
| Took her like the Japanese took over Sony | |
| 'Lost in space' with the [ ] Dr. Smith | |
| I got Lyor Cohen sayin (I smell a hit) | |
| That's the record biz, yeah danger, danger | |
| Fuck with me and Rich, and we might rearrange ya | |
| Ain't a rapsody in blue, my crew is rollin deep | |
| Constipated Monkeys odor hangin on 97th street | |
| Got flavor, ill behaviour | |
| Rich won't spin till the dough man pays ya | |
| Hittin up hits like a symphony | |
| The melody flows, rise to the rapsody | |
| [VERSE 3] | |
| The name's Pete Nice - what, go twice | |
| Like the 49er [ ] eatin Uncle Ben's rice | |
| Stuck together like a Siamese twin | |
| Won't get jerked, just fill it to the rim | |
| The R-i-c-h Daddy [ ] | |
| If I [ ] chicken, then you call me the Colonel | |
| How many beats could the Richie Rich chop | |
| If the Daddy Rich could chop percussion? | |
| Better call 911, get an ambulance, first aid kit for a cushion | |
| So hop along, hop-hop-hop-hop-oh | |
| Squeel like a pig for the mafia capo | |
| Someone said I'm a son of a gun | |
| But hold upM hold up, who you're callin son? | |
| I got a drum on my side, so I swagger | |
| Smokin boots, see a plum, yo, I bag her | |
| High on a fly, yo, I caught a [ ] buzz | |
| Amnesia - forgot where I was | |
| So bring it on back for the Minister Prime Time | |
| Like (ernest and) Julio I sip wine | |
| Brewin up the tracks [have ya] like John Madden | |
| Psychopathic, movin in a pattern | |
| Like a serial killer on a move, see | |
| It's time to move hips to the rapsody |
| zuo ci : Brann, Bushy, Citrin, Dorman ... | |
| The j | |
| VERSE 1 | |
| Bringin it, bringin it back to original Sever | |
| Back to the roots, hiphop double headup | |
| Red light, ride up the bass just a smidgen | |
| Yo, get the speakers singin like a stool pigeon | |
| Sweeny tarts slice up a slip throat | |
| Livin in a castle, hoes swimmin in my moat | |
| Masterful moves on a microphone endeavour | |
| Prime Minister, Daddy Rich, Sam ah em, SSSever | |
| Bless you for the butter tissue | |
| Blowin like breeze on an iglu | |
| President got the big bags | |
| do your head like a doorag | |
| Clockin mad dough every time that you seen us | |
| Go with the flow like penis | |
| Peep your move, but that' s no haps, bee | |
| You' re ridin on my dick in a rapsody | |
| VERSE 2 | |
| Back in ' 86 Rakim hit The Melody | |
| Ever since then shit jumped off steadily | |
| Still counterfeits plus felony | |
| When I' m on the pavement people are tellin me | |
| Yo, you got the swollen up, mad man musical | |
| Style, plus loops, loops quite suitable | |
| Never halfstep, neither semisemi | |
| I I the professor, he' s a swell guy | |
| Wanna step to the drama over hitandrun | |
| Yo, you' d be out before I say Jack Robinson | |
| Swig it, not a biggot like Archibald Bunker | |
| Six pack of soul, there she blow, yo I sunk her | |
| Dunk ya like a then my head got foamy | |
| Took her like the Japanese took over Sony | |
| ' Lost in space' with the Dr. Smith | |
| I got Lyor Cohen sayin I smell a hit | |
| That' s the record biz, yeah danger, danger | |
| Fuck with me and Rich, and we might rearrange ya | |
| Ain' t a rapsody in blue, my crew is rollin deep | |
| Constipated Monkeys odor hangin on 97th street | |
| Got flavor, ill behaviour | |
| Rich won' t spin till the dough man pays ya | |
| Hittin up hits like a symphony | |
| The melody flows, rise to the rapsody | |
| VERSE 3 | |
| The name' s Pete Nice what, go twice | |
| Like the 49er eatin Uncle Ben' s rice | |
| Stuck together like a Siamese twin | |
| Won' t get jerked, just fill it to the rim | |
| The Rich Daddy | |
| If I chicken, then you call me the Colonel | |
| How many beats could the Richie Rich chop | |
| If the Daddy Rich could chop percussion? | |
| Better call 911, get an ambulance, first aid kit for a cushion | |
| So hop along, hophophophopoh | |
| Squeel like a pig for the mafia capo | |
| Someone said I' m a son of a gun | |
| But hold upM hold up, who you' re callin son? | |
| I got a drum on my side, so I swagger | |
| Smokin boots, see a plum, yo, I bag her | |
| High on a fly, yo, I caught a buzz | |
| Amnesia forgot where I was | |
| So bring it on back for the Minister Prime Time | |
| Like ernest and Julio I sip wine | |
| Brewin up the tracks have ya like John Madden | |
| Psychopathic, movin in a pattern | |
| Like a serial killer on a move, see | |
| It' s time to move hips to the rapsody |
| zuò cí : Brann, Bushy, Citrin, Dorman ... | |
| The j | |
| VERSE 1 | |
| Bringin it, bringin it back to original Sever | |
| Back to the roots, hiphop double headup | |
| Red light, ride up the bass just a smidgen | |
| Yo, get the speakers singin like a stool pigeon | |
| Sweeny tarts slice up a slip throat | |
| Livin in a castle, hoes swimmin in my moat | |
| Masterful moves on a microphone endeavour | |
| Prime Minister, Daddy Rich, Sam ah em, SSSever | |
| Bless you for the butter tissue | |
| Blowin like breeze on an iglu | |
| President got the big bags | |
| do your head like a doorag | |
| Clockin mad dough every time that you seen us | |
| Go with the flow like penis | |
| Peep your move, but that' s no haps, bee | |
| You' re ridin on my dick in a rapsody | |
| VERSE 2 | |
| Back in ' 86 Rakim hit The Melody | |
| Ever since then shit jumped off steadily | |
| Still counterfeits plus felony | |
| When I' m on the pavement people are tellin me | |
| Yo, you got the swollen up, mad man musical | |
| Style, plus loops, loops quite suitable | |
| Never halfstep, neither semisemi | |
| I I the professor, he' s a swell guy | |
| Wanna step to the drama over hitandrun | |
| Yo, you' d be out before I say Jack Robinson | |
| Swig it, not a biggot like Archibald Bunker | |
| Six pack of soul, there she blow, yo I sunk her | |
| Dunk ya like a then my head got foamy | |
| Took her like the Japanese took over Sony | |
| ' Lost in space' with the Dr. Smith | |
| I got Lyor Cohen sayin I smell a hit | |
| That' s the record biz, yeah danger, danger | |
| Fuck with me and Rich, and we might rearrange ya | |
| Ain' t a rapsody in blue, my crew is rollin deep | |
| Constipated Monkeys odor hangin on 97th street | |
| Got flavor, ill behaviour | |
| Rich won' t spin till the dough man pays ya | |
| Hittin up hits like a symphony | |
| The melody flows, rise to the rapsody | |
| VERSE 3 | |
| The name' s Pete Nice what, go twice | |
| Like the 49er eatin Uncle Ben' s rice | |
| Stuck together like a Siamese twin | |
| Won' t get jerked, just fill it to the rim | |
| The Rich Daddy | |
| If I chicken, then you call me the Colonel | |
| How many beats could the Richie Rich chop | |
| If the Daddy Rich could chop percussion? | |
| Better call 911, get an ambulance, first aid kit for a cushion | |
| So hop along, hophophophopoh | |
| Squeel like a pig for the mafia capo | |
| Someone said I' m a son of a gun | |
| But hold upM hold up, who you' re callin son? | |
| I got a drum on my side, so I swagger | |
| Smokin boots, see a plum, yo, I bag her | |
| High on a fly, yo, I caught a buzz | |
| Amnesia forgot where I was | |
| So bring it on back for the Minister Prime Time | |
| Like ernest and Julio I sip wine | |
| Brewin up the tracks have ya like John Madden | |
| Psychopathic, movin in a pattern | |
| Like a serial killer on a move, see | |
| It' s time to move hips to the rapsody |
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