Song | Shadow Of Def |
Artist | Brave Saint Saturn |
Album | So Far From Home |
作曲 : Roper | |
Now sit right back as | |
I bust a "rhyme", | |
I've got the "freshest" beats and | |
I'm always on time, | |
I'm the baddest of the best, | |
Yeah I'm the king. | |
Master of beats and the cross-fader, | |
I'll cut off your hand just like | |
Darth Vader, | |
You step to me and you're gonna get "dissed"" homeboy". | |
Come into my "crib", | |
Maybe we could "chill", | |
I might "cap" somebody, | |
Or kick 'em in the "grill". | |
Chorus I'm the "DJ" he's the "rapper", | |
And the "homeboys" try to step, | |
I'm the "DJ" he's the "rapper", | |
In the valley of the shadow of "def". | |
Yo. Yo, "homeboys" come and "homeboys" go, | |
But I still kick the "Latin Lingo", | |
Mi Espanol es no mui bueno. | |
I'm "stone cold rhymin' "and "spinnin' "on the "wax", | |
I give the old ladies heart attacks, 'cause | |
I'm "fresh" and "dope" and | |
I'm "dissin' wac MC'S". | |
I've got all my teeth capped, | |
Chains to show my wealth, | |
And I "check myself, Before I wreck myself." | |
Well my name is | |
Frankie T, and | |
I'm here to "talk", | |
About the meaning of | |
Five Minute | |
Walk. Some say its "wac", | |
Some say it's "ill", | |
Myself, "homeboy", thinks it's pretty "chill". | |
Turn off the | |
TV, Put down the phone, | |
Go talk to "JC" and be alone. | |
Talk to him five minutes a day, | |
He won't "wig out" or "give you play", | |
He will not "dis" you in the end, | |
In fact "JC's" my "freshest" friend. |
zuò qǔ : Roper | |
Now sit right back as | |
I bust a " rhyme", | |
I' ve got the " freshest" beats and | |
I' m always on time, | |
I' m the baddest of the best, | |
Yeah I' m the king. | |
Master of beats and the crossfader, | |
I' ll cut off your hand just like | |
Darth Vader, | |
You step to me and you' re gonna get " dissed"" homeboy". | |
Come into my " crib", | |
Maybe we could " chill", | |
I might " cap" somebody, | |
Or kick ' em in the " grill". | |
Chorus I' m the " DJ" he' s the " rapper", | |
And the " homeboys" try to step, | |
I' m the " DJ" he' s the " rapper", | |
In the valley of the shadow of " def". | |
Yo. Yo, " homeboys" come and " homeboys" go, | |
But I still kick the " Latin Lingo", | |
Mi Espanol es no mui bueno. | |
I' m " stone cold rhymin' " and " spinnin' " on the " wax", | |
I give the old ladies heart attacks, ' cause | |
I' m " fresh" and " dope" and | |
I' m " dissin' wac MC' S". | |
I' ve got all my teeth capped, | |
Chains to show my wealth, | |
And I " check myself, Before I wreck myself." | |
Well my name is | |
Frankie T, and | |
I' m here to " talk", | |
About the meaning of | |
Five Minute | |
Walk. Some say its " wac", | |
Some say it' s " ill", | |
Myself, " homeboy", thinks it' s pretty " chill". | |
Turn off the | |
TV, Put down the phone, | |
Go talk to " JC" and be alone. | |
Talk to him five minutes a day, | |
He won' t " wig out" or " give you play", | |
He will not " dis" you in the end, | |
In fact " JC' s" my " freshest" friend. |