| 作词 : Daley, Peare | |
| (feat. Atmosphere) | |
| I feel that most of you soldiers are flimsy | |
| How the hell did you get over as an emcee | |
| Now the dialogue injectors they simply | |
| And I respect those that hold it against me | |
| Paid rules and made rules to break rules | |
| Stayed cool amongst tools and fake fools | |
| Gave jewels to use from cradle to grade school | |
| To the grave and still wade through the pools of | |
| I love you and I hate you | |
| [Chorus: x2] | |
| And the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin | |
| Nothing can **** w/ the way it goes around | |
| First off focus, figure out why you wrote it | |
| What's the motive, what you use to grow it | |
| Do the people want it, do they need it | |
| Or would they rather that you keep it | |
| Is the party not poppin, or atleast a couple of heads noddin | |
| Does the pass or fail depend on whether or not a check's gotten | |
| Is it the laughter, the love, the hope | |
| Is it the aspiration to make other rappers think you're dope | |
| Is it the fans, the adoration of devils and angels | |
| The hunger, you want more than left over eggroll | |
| Shit, I made a video, I ain't even got cable | |
| So if you ain't down w/ what we do you better lay low | |
| My future's made of play dough, past is made of stone | |
| Virgo playboy slug is dumb building a home | |
| And it lead me to believe the 3D that I breathe | |
| Thru the tv and the CD be the need to grit the teeth | |
| A 20 something wasteland, here comes the out of place space man | |
| Spread the wingspan, staring at the ocean like it was a woman | |
| Hoping that she'll let me run my toes thru her pink sand | |
| [Chorus: x2] | |
| Now here I sit in this cellar | |
| Writing my interpretations of Helter Skelter | |
| It goes 1 part hustler, 2 parts good guy | |
| Sounds like it should,but the shit doesn't look right | |
| Took my hook and pierced your skin, so now when I say jump | |
| Y'all say when, when I say now all of y'all say where | |
| When I say Atmos, you say phere | |
| You know me, but just the me I let you see | |
| The me you need to so you could set yourself free | |
| You'll have to shut slug up to **** slug up | |
| But for now baby close your mouth and lift your butt up | |
| [Chorus: x2] | |
| I used to play the back of the club in study mode | |
| Placing bets on who would leave the set w/ a bloody nose | |
| (headshots) headshots used to talk alot of shit | |
| Used to walk alot of shit, the pretrial of accomplishment | |
| Before I knew that this network existed | |
| Just another baggy pants sweat shirted misfit | |
| The pilot sticker bombed spell it right S-L-U-G | |
| Don't get it wrong, that shit's my life | |
| And I'm thankful for the angles, the lessons I've learned | |
| I'm happy as hell for how the carrousel turned | |
| Smile at the angel that stole my sperm | |
| Cuz now maybe the legend can outlive the germ | |
| [Chorus] | |
| And the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin | |
| Nothing can **** w/ the way it goes around | |
| And the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin | |
| Nothing can **** w/ edie brikell |
| zuo ci : Daley, Peare | |
| feat. Atmosphere | |
| I feel that most of you soldiers are flimsy | |
| How the hell did you get over as an emcee | |
| Now the dialogue injectors they simply | |
| And I respect those that hold it against me | |
| Paid rules and made rules to break rules | |
| Stayed cool amongst tools and fake fools | |
| Gave jewels to use from cradle to grade school | |
| To the grave and still wade through the pools of | |
| I love you and I hate you | |
| Chorus: x2 | |
| And the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin | |
| Nothing can w the way it goes around | |
| First off focus, figure out why you wrote it | |
| What' s the motive, what you use to grow it | |
| Do the people want it, do they need it | |
| Or would they rather that you keep it | |
| Is the party not poppin, or atleast a couple of heads noddin | |
| Does the pass or fail depend on whether or not a check' s gotten | |
| Is it the laughter, the love, the hope | |
| Is it the aspiration to make other rappers think you' re dope | |
| Is it the fans, the adoration of devils and angels | |
| The hunger, you want more than left over eggroll | |
| Shit, I made a video, I ain' t even got cable | |
| So if you ain' t down w what we do you better lay low | |
| My future' s made of play dough, past is made of stone | |
| Virgo playboy slug is dumb building a home | |
| And it lead me to believe the 3D that I breathe | |
| Thru the tv and the CD be the need to grit the teeth | |
| A 20 something wasteland, here comes the out of place space man | |
| Spread the wingspan, staring at the ocean like it was a woman | |
| Hoping that she' ll let me run my toes thru her pink sand | |
| Chorus: x2 | |
| Now here I sit in this cellar | |
| Writing my interpretations of Helter Skelter | |
| It goes 1 part hustler, 2 parts good guy | |
| Sounds like it should, but the shit doesn' t look right | |
| Took my hook and pierced your skin, so now when I say jump | |
| Y' all say when, when I say now all of y' all say where | |
| When I say Atmos, you say phere | |
| You know me, but just the me I let you see | |
| The me you need to so you could set yourself free | |
| You' ll have to shut slug up to slug up | |
| But for now baby close your mouth and lift your butt up | |
| Chorus: x2 | |
| I used to play the back of the club in study mode | |
| Placing bets on who would leave the set w a bloody nose | |
| headshots headshots used to talk alot of shit | |
| Used to walk alot of shit, the pretrial of accomplishment | |
| Before I knew that this network existed | |
| Just another baggy pants sweat shirted misfit | |
| The pilot sticker bombed spell it right SLUG | |
| Don' t get it wrong, that shit' s my life | |
| And I' m thankful for the angles, the lessons I' ve learned | |
| I' m happy as hell for how the carrousel turned | |
| Smile at the angel that stole my sperm | |
| Cuz now maybe the legend can outlive the germ | |
| Chorus | |
| And the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin | |
| Nothing can w the way it goes around | |
| And the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin | |
| Nothing can w edie brikell |
| zuò cí : Daley, Peare | |
| feat. Atmosphere | |
| I feel that most of you soldiers are flimsy | |
| How the hell did you get over as an emcee | |
| Now the dialogue injectors they simply | |
| And I respect those that hold it against me | |
| Paid rules and made rules to break rules | |
| Stayed cool amongst tools and fake fools | |
| Gave jewels to use from cradle to grade school | |
| To the grave and still wade through the pools of | |
| I love you and I hate you | |
| Chorus: x2 | |
| And the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin | |
| Nothing can w the way it goes around | |
| First off focus, figure out why you wrote it | |
| What' s the motive, what you use to grow it | |
| Do the people want it, do they need it | |
| Or would they rather that you keep it | |
| Is the party not poppin, or atleast a couple of heads noddin | |
| Does the pass or fail depend on whether or not a check' s gotten | |
| Is it the laughter, the love, the hope | |
| Is it the aspiration to make other rappers think you' re dope | |
| Is it the fans, the adoration of devils and angels | |
| The hunger, you want more than left over eggroll | |
| Shit, I made a video, I ain' t even got cable | |
| So if you ain' t down w what we do you better lay low | |
| My future' s made of play dough, past is made of stone | |
| Virgo playboy slug is dumb building a home | |
| And it lead me to believe the 3D that I breathe | |
| Thru the tv and the CD be the need to grit the teeth | |
| A 20 something wasteland, here comes the out of place space man | |
| Spread the wingspan, staring at the ocean like it was a woman | |
| Hoping that she' ll let me run my toes thru her pink sand | |
| Chorus: x2 | |
| Now here I sit in this cellar | |
| Writing my interpretations of Helter Skelter | |
| It goes 1 part hustler, 2 parts good guy | |
| Sounds like it should, but the shit doesn' t look right | |
| Took my hook and pierced your skin, so now when I say jump | |
| Y' all say when, when I say now all of y' all say where | |
| When I say Atmos, you say phere | |
| You know me, but just the me I let you see | |
| The me you need to so you could set yourself free | |
| You' ll have to shut slug up to slug up | |
| But for now baby close your mouth and lift your butt up | |
| Chorus: x2 | |
| I used to play the back of the club in study mode | |
| Placing bets on who would leave the set w a bloody nose | |
| headshots headshots used to talk alot of shit | |
| Used to walk alot of shit, the pretrial of accomplishment | |
| Before I knew that this network existed | |
| Just another baggy pants sweat shirted misfit | |
| The pilot sticker bombed spell it right SLUG | |
| Don' t get it wrong, that shit' s my life | |
| And I' m thankful for the angles, the lessons I' ve learned | |
| I' m happy as hell for how the carrousel turned | |
| Smile at the angel that stole my sperm | |
| Cuz now maybe the legend can outlive the germ | |
| Chorus | |
| And the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin | |
| Nothing can w the way it goes around | |
| And the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin | |
| Nothing can w edie brikell |
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