| 作曲 : Haynes, Meline | |
| Now count how many levels that I smacked you back to oblivion | |
| My heights olympian | |
| I'm from the Caribbean, Barbados | |
| All fatal | |
| Styles that I construct and conduct in a manner like Banner | |
| Sky scanner, eye jammer | |
| 40 miles above Highlander with my grammar | |
| I shitted on Bush and tried to cap Santa | |
| Rap vandalizer | |
| Verbal brutalizer | |
| Who's the wiser, me or he | |
| Who moves to grow flesh in test tubes | |
| I have mastered such degrees in less moves | |
| My discipline | |
| Envisioning | |
| Ritalin | |
| FDA approved, we lose | |
| Medication taking brute forces | |
| They battling and tallying losses | |
| See how costless holocaust is? | |
| Helicopters now replaced by flying saucers | |
| Over the ghettos where some brothers are taught to bust shots | |
| To get a lot of what is had by the haves not the have nots | |
| Raps drop pun your brainstem | |
| This is Lif aka codename Mayhem | |
| What made you think that I wouldn't come back with a bloody axe | |
| And some muddy facts over tracks?! | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Up in the ghetto we're taught to bust shots | |
| That's a bird in the bush and a fine line to walk | |
| Get down, stay down | |
| Hold up, back the **** up | |
| Get up, stay up | |
| Hold up, back the **** down | |
| Brothers is taught to bust shots (repeated) | |
| Fact one: | |
| America don't give a **** about you so get off it | |
| I'm not a prophet they just want the profit | |
| They make you want it so you cop it, soon you can't stop it | |
| You're addicted | |
| But low on doe so you get evicted | |
| Fact two: | |
| Darfur's in a state of emergency | |
| It's genocide | |
| Code red classified | |
| If this was Kosovo it'd be over, bro | |
| But it's brothers so it equals no coverage, mo' sufferage | |
| People drawn and quartered | |
| Castrated, slaughtered, burned, disgraced | |
| Gang raped, displaced | |
| While the rest of the world just turn face to chase | |
| Some economic goals | |
| Balance the lost souls | |
| But live it up | |
| We 'bout to burn in hell 'cause god knows | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Fact three: | |
| The Bush Administration's worth nothing | |
| Just **** 'em! | |
| Throw 'em in the barrel, buck 'em! | |
| Oh, you ain't know them flood waters was coming? | |
| You can't smell that african blood running? | |
| Oh, to y'all niggers is worthless or something? | |
| **** Clinton too! | |
| You ain't really down because you live uptown, bitch | |
| Rwanda! | |
| Check out what we're looking at here across water | |
| In the ghettos, brothers and sisters, it's self slaughter | |
| How could colonized minds lead to such uncivilized times? | |
| Maybe the tribes were harmonious and you were erroneous | |
| It's no fun | |
| In fact, it's sin under the sun | |
| And son, in the event you meet some cops just run | |
| Or maybe walk real slow and lick shots at Po | |
| Not with the gun this times, through intelligents lines | |
| You see, they look strong externally, internally they're dying | |
| Just elevate | |
| When drama escalate, you just shine! | |
| (Chorus) |
| zuo qu : Haynes, Meline | |
| Now count how many levels that I smacked you back to oblivion | |
| My heights olympian | |
| I' m from the Caribbean, Barbados | |
| All fatal | |
| Styles that I construct and conduct in a manner like Banner | |
| Sky scanner, eye jammer | |
| 40 miles above Highlander with my grammar | |
| I shitted on Bush and tried to cap Santa | |
| Rap vandalizer | |
| Verbal brutalizer | |
| Who' s the wiser, me or he | |
| Who moves to grow flesh in test tubes | |
| I have mastered such degrees in less moves | |
| My discipline | |
| Envisioning | |
| Ritalin | |
| FDA approved, we lose | |
| Medication taking brute forces | |
| They battling and tallying losses | |
| See how costless holocaust is? | |
| Helicopters now replaced by flying saucers | |
| Over the ghettos where some brothers are taught to bust shots | |
| To get a lot of what is had by the haves not the have nots | |
| Raps drop pun your brainstem | |
| This is Lif aka codename Mayhem | |
| What made you think that I wouldn' t come back with a bloody axe | |
| And some muddy facts over tracks?! | |
| Chorus | |
| Up in the ghetto we' re taught to bust shots | |
| That' s a bird in the bush and a fine line to walk | |
| Get down, stay down | |
| Hold up, back the up | |
| Get up, stay up | |
| Hold up, back the down | |
| Brothers is taught to bust shots repeated | |
| Fact one: | |
| America don' t give a about you so get off it | |
| I' m not a prophet they just want the profit | |
| They make you want it so you cop it, soon you can' t stop it | |
| You' re addicted | |
| But low on doe so you get evicted | |
| Fact two: | |
| Darfur' s in a state of emergency | |
| It' s genocide | |
| Code red classified | |
| If this was Kosovo it' d be over, bro | |
| But it' s brothers so it equals no coverage, mo' sufferage | |
| People drawn and quartered | |
| Castrated, slaughtered, burned, disgraced | |
| Gang raped, displaced | |
| While the rest of the world just turn face to chase | |
| Some economic goals | |
| Balance the lost souls | |
| But live it up | |
| We ' bout to burn in hell ' cause god knows | |
| Chorus | |
| Fact three: | |
| The Bush Administration' s worth nothing | |
| Just ' em! | |
| Throw ' em in the barrel, buck ' em! | |
| Oh, you ain' t know them flood waters was coming? | |
| You can' t smell that african blood running? | |
| Oh, to y' all niggers is worthless or something? | |
| Clinton too! | |
| You ain' t really down because you live uptown, bitch | |
| Rwanda! | |
| Check out what we' re looking at here across water | |
| In the ghettos, brothers and sisters, it' s self slaughter | |
| How could colonized minds lead to such uncivilized times? | |
| Maybe the tribes were harmonious and you were erroneous | |
| It' s no fun | |
| In fact, it' s sin under the sun | |
| And son, in the event you meet some cops just run | |
| Or maybe walk real slow and lick shots at Po | |
| Not with the gun this times, through intelligents lines | |
| You see, they look strong externally, internally they' re dying | |
| Just elevate | |
| When drama escalate, you just shine! | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Haynes, Meline | |
| Now count how many levels that I smacked you back to oblivion | |
| My heights olympian | |
| I' m from the Caribbean, Barbados | |
| All fatal | |
| Styles that I construct and conduct in a manner like Banner | |
| Sky scanner, eye jammer | |
| 40 miles above Highlander with my grammar | |
| I shitted on Bush and tried to cap Santa | |
| Rap vandalizer | |
| Verbal brutalizer | |
| Who' s the wiser, me or he | |
| Who moves to grow flesh in test tubes | |
| I have mastered such degrees in less moves | |
| My discipline | |
| Envisioning | |
| Ritalin | |
| FDA approved, we lose | |
| Medication taking brute forces | |
| They battling and tallying losses | |
| See how costless holocaust is? | |
| Helicopters now replaced by flying saucers | |
| Over the ghettos where some brothers are taught to bust shots | |
| To get a lot of what is had by the haves not the have nots | |
| Raps drop pun your brainstem | |
| This is Lif aka codename Mayhem | |
| What made you think that I wouldn' t come back with a bloody axe | |
| And some muddy facts over tracks?! | |
| Chorus | |
| Up in the ghetto we' re taught to bust shots | |
| That' s a bird in the bush and a fine line to walk | |
| Get down, stay down | |
| Hold up, back the up | |
| Get up, stay up | |
| Hold up, back the down | |
| Brothers is taught to bust shots repeated | |
| Fact one: | |
| America don' t give a about you so get off it | |
| I' m not a prophet they just want the profit | |
| They make you want it so you cop it, soon you can' t stop it | |
| You' re addicted | |
| But low on doe so you get evicted | |
| Fact two: | |
| Darfur' s in a state of emergency | |
| It' s genocide | |
| Code red classified | |
| If this was Kosovo it' d be over, bro | |
| But it' s brothers so it equals no coverage, mo' sufferage | |
| People drawn and quartered | |
| Castrated, slaughtered, burned, disgraced | |
| Gang raped, displaced | |
| While the rest of the world just turn face to chase | |
| Some economic goals | |
| Balance the lost souls | |
| But live it up | |
| We ' bout to burn in hell ' cause god knows | |
| Chorus | |
| Fact three: | |
| The Bush Administration' s worth nothing | |
| Just ' em! | |
| Throw ' em in the barrel, buck ' em! | |
| Oh, you ain' t know them flood waters was coming? | |
| You can' t smell that african blood running? | |
| Oh, to y' all niggers is worthless or something? | |
| Clinton too! | |
| You ain' t really down because you live uptown, bitch | |
| Rwanda! | |
| Check out what we' re looking at here across water | |
| In the ghettos, brothers and sisters, it' s self slaughter | |
| How could colonized minds lead to such uncivilized times? | |
| Maybe the tribes were harmonious and you were erroneous | |
| It' s no fun | |
| In fact, it' s sin under the sun | |
| And son, in the event you meet some cops just run | |
| Or maybe walk real slow and lick shots at Po | |
| Not with the gun this times, through intelligents lines | |
| You see, they look strong externally, internally they' re dying | |
| Just elevate | |
| When drama escalate, you just shine! | |
| Chorus |
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