| Song | Ultimate (Remix) |
| Artist | Denzel Curry |
| Album | 32 Zel / Planet Shrooms |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Denzel Curry/Ronald Spence Jr. |
| [00:16.44] | I am the one, don't weigh a ton |
| [00:18.35] | Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street |
| [00:20.74] | Under the sun, the bastard son |
| [00:22.45] | Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family |
| [00:24.77] | By any means, your enemies my enemies |
| [00:27.26] | We wet them up like a canteen |
| [00:29.03] | The yellow tape surrounds the fate |
| [00:30.91] | Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates |
| [00:33.13] | Great, eliminate like ElimiDate |
| [00:35.35] | Hey, young boy had to penetrate |
| [00:37.48] | Face, young boy done caught a case |
| [00:39.65] | Bang, now his mama living with the pain |
| [00:41.64] | Wait, doctor says he's gonna stay |
| [00:43.66] | Let him get the senzu bean so he regenerate |
| [00:45.84] | Now a nigga harder than the head of the state |
| [00:47.86] | Denzel Curry is the new candidate |
| [00:50.04] | Ultimate, alternate, you are the opposite |
| [00:52.31] | Stop this shit , chop your esophagus |
| [00:53.62] | B*****s be bopping it, bow down and popping it |
| [00:56.37] | Dropping it in her esophagus |
| [00:58.20] | She get so nasty, in public she classy |
| [01:00.47] | Perhaps she is able to swallow it |
| [01:02.71] | Girl, I can make you a star |
| [01:03.97] | Then I put her ass on Apollo, b***h |
| [01:06.61] | B***h, I am ultimate, behold my awesomeness |
| [01:09.01] | Narcissist, part time an arsonist |
| [01:10.79] | Ripping through cartilage, I am the hardest, nigga |
| [01:13.52] | Wrap it up, put in sarcophagus |
| [01:14.94] | Dearly departed, it's done when it started |
| [01:17.28] | So now that I'm living so harmonious |
| [01:19.29] | Feeling like Spartacus, Curry the ultimate |
| [01:21.56] | I am the best, there's no politics, b***h, I'm ultimate |
| [01:32.19] | I am the one, don't weigh a ton |
| [01:34.33] | Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street |
| [01:36.62] | Under the sun, the bastard son |
| [01:38.28] | Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family |
| [01:40.57] | By any means, your enemies my enemies |
| [01:42.69] | We wet them up like a canteen |
| [01:45.02] | The yellow tape surrounds the fate |
| [01:46.84] | Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates |
| [01:49.19] | Ultimate, infinite, flow is o***m |
| [01:51.41] | Open the internet, photosynthesis |
| [01:53.55] | Put up parentheses, temporary |
| [01:55.43] | Very scary if I feel like Dirty Harry |
| [01:57.51] | Just might bust a nigga, never knew my life |
| [01:59.42] | But yet the question is is he fake, is he real |
| [02:01.87] | What the message is, chop a nigga nigga up |
| [02:03.88] | I’ma sever it when I sever shit |
| [02:05.78] | I kill 'em, no Kony, these niggas ain't homies |
| [02:07.94] | Claim you the homie, I turn into Broly |
| [02:09.91] | Dropping melodic, enter the cosmic |
| [02:12.08] | Flow like a prophet, lyrical toxic |
| [02:14.20] | Flow like a foreigner, I’m the torturer |
| [02:16.57] | Out of South Florida, call the coroner |
| [02:18.58] | Killed in the corridor, I’m the overlord |
| [02:20.79] | Rhymes like a sorcerer, I’m an animorph |
| [02:22.70] | B***h, I’m a beast |
| [02:23.87] | B***h, you tell me who ****ing with me |
| [02:25.58] | K to the I to the N to the G |
| [02:27.76] | Claim you the hottest, but I disagree |
| [02:29.91] | Better love something than get a degree |
| [02:31.97] | This for lord infamous so R.I.P |
| [02:34.03] | Arrivederci, b*****s looking thirsty, riding through the dirty |
| [02:36.76] | Like it’s mandatory, ending of the story |
| [02:39.36] | I am the one, don't weigh a ton |
| [02:41.19] | Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street |
| [02:43.62] | Under the sun, the bastard son |
| [02:45.52] | Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family |
| [02:47.60] | By any means, your enemies my enemies |
| [02:50.14] | We wet them up like a canteen |
| [02:52.03] | The yellow tape surrounds the fate |
| [02:53.90] | Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Denzel Curry Ronald Spence Jr. |
| [00:16.44] | I am the one, don' t weigh a ton |
| [00:18.35] | Don' t need a gun to get respect up on the street |
| [00:20.74] | Under the sun, the bastard son |
| [00:22.45] | Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family |
| [00:24.77] | By any means, your enemies my enemies |
| [00:27.26] | We wet them up like a canteen |
| [00:29.03] | The yellow tape surrounds the fate |
| [00:30.91] | Don' t have a face so now you late, open the gates |
| [00:33.13] | Great, eliminate like ElimiDate |
| [00:35.35] | Hey, young boy had to penetrate |
| [00:37.48] | Face, young boy done caught a case |
| [00:39.65] | Bang, now his mama living with the pain |
| [00:41.64] | Wait, doctor says he' s gonna stay |
| [00:43.66] | Let him get the senzu bean so he regenerate |
| [00:45.84] | Now a nigga harder than the head of the state |
| [00:47.86] | Denzel Curry is the new candidate |
| [00:50.04] | Ultimate, alternate, you are the opposite |
| [00:52.31] | Stop this shit , chop your esophagus |
| [00:53.62] | B s be bopping it, bow down and popping it |
| [00:56.37] | Dropping it in her esophagus |
| [00:58.20] | She get so nasty, in public she classy |
| [01:00.47] | Perhaps she is able to swallow it |
| [01:02.71] | Girl, I can make you a star |
| [01:03.97] | Then I put her ass on Apollo, b h |
| [01:06.61] | B h, I am ultimate, behold my awesomeness |
| [01:09.01] | Narcissist, part time an arsonist |
| [01:10.79] | Ripping through cartilage, I am the hardest, nigga |
| [01:13.52] | Wrap it up, put in sarcophagus |
| [01:14.94] | Dearly departed, it' s done when it started |
| [01:17.28] | So now that I' m living so harmonious |
| [01:19.29] | Feeling like Spartacus, Curry the ultimate |
| [01:21.56] | I am the best, there' s no politics, b h, I' m ultimate |
| [01:32.19] | I am the one, don' t weigh a ton |
| [01:34.33] | Don' t need a gun to get respect up on the street |
| [01:36.62] | Under the sun, the bastard son |
| [01:38.28] | Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family |
| [01:40.57] | By any means, your enemies my enemies |
| [01:42.69] | We wet them up like a canteen |
| [01:45.02] | The yellow tape surrounds the fate |
| [01:46.84] | Don' t have a face so now you late, open the gates |
| [01:49.19] | Ultimate, infinite, flow is o m |
| [01:51.41] | Open the internet, photosynthesis |
| [01:53.55] | Put up parentheses, temporary |
| [01:55.43] | Very scary if I feel like Dirty Harry |
| [01:57.51] | Just might bust a nigga, never knew my life |
| [01:59.42] | But yet the question is is he fake, is he real |
| [02:01.87] | What the message is, chop a nigga nigga up |
| [02:03.88] | I' ma sever it when I sever shit |
| [02:05.78] | I kill ' em, no Kony, these niggas ain' t homies |
| [02:07.94] | Claim you the homie, I turn into Broly |
| [02:09.91] | Dropping melodic, enter the cosmic |
| [02:12.08] | Flow like a prophet, lyrical toxic |
| [02:14.20] | Flow like a foreigner, I' m the torturer |
| [02:16.57] | Out of South Florida, call the coroner |
| [02:18.58] | Killed in the corridor, I' m the overlord |
| [02:20.79] | Rhymes like a sorcerer, I' m an animorph |
| [02:22.70] | B h, I' m a beast |
| [02:23.87] | B h, you tell me who ing with me |
| [02:25.58] | K to the I to the N to the G |
| [02:27.76] | Claim you the hottest, but I disagree |
| [02:29.91] | Better love something than get a degree |
| [02:31.97] | This for lord infamous so R. I. P |
| [02:34.03] | Arrivederci, b s looking thirsty, riding through the dirty |
| [02:36.76] | Like it' s mandatory, ending of the story |
| [02:39.36] | I am the one, don' t weigh a ton |
| [02:41.19] | Don' t need a gun to get respect up on the street |
| [02:43.62] | Under the sun, the bastard son |
| [02:45.52] | Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family |
| [02:47.60] | By any means, your enemies my enemies |
| [02:50.14] | We wet them up like a canteen |
| [02:52.03] | The yellow tape surrounds the fate |
| [02:53.90] | Don' t have a face so now you late, open the gates |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Denzel Curry Ronald Spence Jr. |
| [00:16.44] | I am the one, don' t weigh a ton |
| [00:18.35] | Don' t need a gun to get respect up on the street |
| [00:20.74] | Under the sun, the bastard son |
| [00:22.45] | Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family |
| [00:24.77] | By any means, your enemies my enemies |
| [00:27.26] | We wet them up like a canteen |
| [00:29.03] | The yellow tape surrounds the fate |
| [00:30.91] | Don' t have a face so now you late, open the gates |
| [00:33.13] | Great, eliminate like ElimiDate |
| [00:35.35] | Hey, young boy had to penetrate |
| [00:37.48] | Face, young boy done caught a case |
| [00:39.65] | Bang, now his mama living with the pain |
| [00:41.64] | Wait, doctor says he' s gonna stay |
| [00:43.66] | Let him get the senzu bean so he regenerate |
| [00:45.84] | Now a nigga harder than the head of the state |
| [00:47.86] | Denzel Curry is the new candidate |
| [00:50.04] | Ultimate, alternate, you are the opposite |
| [00:52.31] | Stop this shit , chop your esophagus |
| [00:53.62] | B s be bopping it, bow down and popping it |
| [00:56.37] | Dropping it in her esophagus |
| [00:58.20] | She get so nasty, in public she classy |
| [01:00.47] | Perhaps she is able to swallow it |
| [01:02.71] | Girl, I can make you a star |
| [01:03.97] | Then I put her ass on Apollo, b h |
| [01:06.61] | B h, I am ultimate, behold my awesomeness |
| [01:09.01] | Narcissist, part time an arsonist |
| [01:10.79] | Ripping through cartilage, I am the hardest, nigga |
| [01:13.52] | Wrap it up, put in sarcophagus |
| [01:14.94] | Dearly departed, it' s done when it started |
| [01:17.28] | So now that I' m living so harmonious |
| [01:19.29] | Feeling like Spartacus, Curry the ultimate |
| [01:21.56] | I am the best, there' s no politics, b h, I' m ultimate |
| [01:32.19] | I am the one, don' t weigh a ton |
| [01:34.33] | Don' t need a gun to get respect up on the street |
| [01:36.62] | Under the sun, the bastard son |
| [01:38.28] | Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family |
| [01:40.57] | By any means, your enemies my enemies |
| [01:42.69] | We wet them up like a canteen |
| [01:45.02] | The yellow tape surrounds the fate |
| [01:46.84] | Don' t have a face so now you late, open the gates |
| [01:49.19] | Ultimate, infinite, flow is o m |
| [01:51.41] | Open the internet, photosynthesis |
| [01:53.55] | Put up parentheses, temporary |
| [01:55.43] | Very scary if I feel like Dirty Harry |
| [01:57.51] | Just might bust a nigga, never knew my life |
| [01:59.42] | But yet the question is is he fake, is he real |
| [02:01.87] | What the message is, chop a nigga nigga up |
| [02:03.88] | I' ma sever it when I sever shit |
| [02:05.78] | I kill ' em, no Kony, these niggas ain' t homies |
| [02:07.94] | Claim you the homie, I turn into Broly |
| [02:09.91] | Dropping melodic, enter the cosmic |
| [02:12.08] | Flow like a prophet, lyrical toxic |
| [02:14.20] | Flow like a foreigner, I' m the torturer |
| [02:16.57] | Out of South Florida, call the coroner |
| [02:18.58] | Killed in the corridor, I' m the overlord |
| [02:20.79] | Rhymes like a sorcerer, I' m an animorph |
| [02:22.70] | B h, I' m a beast |
| [02:23.87] | B h, you tell me who ing with me |
| [02:25.58] | K to the I to the N to the G |
| [02:27.76] | Claim you the hottest, but I disagree |
| [02:29.91] | Better love something than get a degree |
| [02:31.97] | This for lord infamous so R. I. P |
| [02:34.03] | Arrivederci, b s looking thirsty, riding through the dirty |
| [02:36.76] | Like it' s mandatory, ending of the story |
| [02:39.36] | I am the one, don' t weigh a ton |
| [02:41.19] | Don' t need a gun to get respect up on the street |
| [02:43.62] | Under the sun, the bastard son |
| [02:45.52] | Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family |
| [02:47.60] | By any means, your enemies my enemies |
| [02:50.14] | We wet them up like a canteen |
| [02:52.03] | The yellow tape surrounds the fate |
| [02:53.90] | Don' t have a face so now you late, open the gates |