Song | When I Burn |
Artist | Ultramagnetic MCs |
Album | Critical Beatdown |
作词 : Cedric Miller (a.k.a. Ced-Gee)/Keith Thornton (a.k.a. Kool Keith) | |
作曲 : Cedric Miller (a.k.a. Ced-Gee)/Keith Thornton (a.k.a. Kool Keith) | |
[Ced Gee] | |
Aiyyo Kool Keith | |
Man I hooked this beat up just for you in the Ultra lab man | |
So yo I want you to dog it, man youknahmsayin? | |
[Kool Keith] | |
Yeahhh | |
[Ced Gee] | |
Aight man, so ease back, y'know kick the lyrics man | |
[Kool Keith] | |
Word up | |
[Ced Gee] | |
Go for yours, aight do it man, right now | |
[Kool Keith] | |
Aight.. | |
Yo I'm on, with the freaky style | |
When you wait debate and rate my | |
Rhythm expansion, dimension lyric extension | |
Rise above, amazing days | |
Crashin your brain, changin ways, sore for days | |
Figurin out | |
Midichannels, triggerin out forth | |
I'm sendin, brains are bendin | |
Like metal, crust to rust corrode | |
And low stacks, pick up the wax while you ask | |
How you do it, show me through it | |
I never knew it, could be done, no way my son | |
'Cause I'm the one, smackin em up, stackin em up | |
Boxin you ducks | |
Packin em up, 'cause I burn | |
[Ced Gee] | |
Aiyyo Keith man, that was kinda of dope man | |
But you know what man? | |
I want you to increase your metaphor, you know uh | |
Make it better for, somethin like that man, aight? | |
[Kool Keith] | |
Yeah I know what you mean, like this right? | |
[Ced Gee] | |
Yeah man | |
[Kool Keith] | |
Aight watch | |
Droppin the word to make you think | |
You're buggin and illin out on, vocab | |
Connect the -abulary, then switch it | |
Changin range easily, steadily | |
Slow it down, ride the beat, throw em down | |
And sweepin em down | |
MC's, all dirt on the floor | |
Stand back, in fact, you're wack to prove to me | |
That you're ready to be and willin to see rhymes flow | |
Match and go, deep in your brain so | |
Step back, and wait before you try | |
To twist in, another line | |
Designed to catch ya | |
You gotta watch 2000 I bet ya, perpetrate | |
Procrastinate, your rhymes are fake, and yo | |
And let's take your style, use it with mine | |
Mix it with mine, bring it with mine | |
And perfect it, and let the public elect it | |
Buyin selected, ducks are corrected | |
One at a time, each a stack | |
Puttin em back, sittin em back, in line | |
To California, I'm breakin on ya | |
I'm like a psycho, I'm buggin on ya | |
Once a day, I'm comin your way, to enter your brain | |
And let a word remain, as a syllable | |
Stuck deep inside | |
The more I go on I'll pluck inside | |
Your skull, and damage your ears | |
'Cause I burn, you know that Ced | |
[Ced Gee] | |
Word up man, you burn man, yo yo man | |
You really did burn that track up man, but you know uhh | |
My man TR Love is in the house and uhh | |
Moe Luv's in the house | |
Awesome Two, they in the house | |
Uhh, who else in the house? | |
My man Paul C, he got the bass pumpin, uhh | |
Who else? Brother Kevvy Kev, uhh | |
[Kool Keith] | |
Everybody the whole Bronx (yeah) | |
Brooklyn, Fort Greene, Montier Posse | |
[Ced Gee] | |
Yeah everybody man | |
London, St. Louis, ahh, we out of here man |
zuò cí : Cedric Miller a. k. a. CedGee Keith Thornton a. k. a. Kool Keith | |
zuò qǔ : Cedric Miller a. k. a. CedGee Keith Thornton a. k. a. Kool Keith | |
Ced Gee | |
Aiyyo Kool Keith | |
Man I hooked this beat up just for you in the Ultra lab man | |
So yo I want you to dog it, man youknahmsayin? | |
Kool Keith | |
Yeahhh | |
Ced Gee | |
Aight man, so ease back, y' know kick the lyrics man | |
Kool Keith | |
Word up | |
Ced Gee | |
Go for yours, aight do it man, right now | |
Kool Keith | |
Aight.. | |
Yo I' m on, with the freaky style | |
When you wait debate and rate my | |
Rhythm expansion, dimension lyric extension | |
Rise above, amazing days | |
Crashin your brain, changin ways, sore for days | |
Figurin out | |
Midichannels, triggerin out forth | |
I' m sendin, brains are bendin | |
Like metal, crust to rust corrode | |
And low stacks, pick up the wax while you ask | |
How you do it, show me through it | |
I never knew it, could be done, no way my son | |
' Cause I' m the one, smackin em up, stackin em up | |
Boxin you ducks | |
Packin em up, ' cause I burn | |
Ced Gee | |
Aiyyo Keith man, that was kinda of dope man | |
But you know what man? | |
I want you to increase your metaphor, you know uh | |
Make it better for, somethin like that man, aight? | |
Kool Keith | |
Yeah I know what you mean, like this right? | |
Ced Gee | |
Yeah man | |
Kool Keith | |
Aight watch | |
Droppin the word to make you think | |
You' re buggin and illin out on, vocab | |
Connect the abulary, then switch it | |
Changin range easily, steadily | |
Slow it down, ride the beat, throw em down | |
And sweepin em down | |
MC' s, all dirt on the floor | |
Stand back, in fact, you' re wack to prove to me | |
That you' re ready to be and willin to see rhymes flow | |
Match and go, deep in your brain so | |
Step back, and wait before you try | |
To twist in, another line | |
Designed to catch ya | |
You gotta watch 2000 I bet ya, perpetrate | |
Procrastinate, your rhymes are fake, and yo | |
And let' s take your style, use it with mine | |
Mix it with mine, bring it with mine | |
And perfect it, and let the public elect it | |
Buyin selected, ducks are corrected | |
One at a time, each a stack | |
Puttin em back, sittin em back, in line | |
To California, I' m breakin on ya | |
I' m like a psycho, I' m buggin on ya | |
Once a day, I' m comin your way, to enter your brain | |
And let a word remain, as a syllable | |
Stuck deep inside | |
The more I go on I' ll pluck inside | |
Your skull, and damage your ears | |
' Cause I burn, you know that Ced | |
Ced Gee | |
Word up man, you burn man, yo yo man | |
You really did burn that track up man, but you know uhh | |
My man TR Love is in the house and uhh | |
Moe Luv' s in the house | |
Awesome Two, they in the house | |
Uhh, who else in the house? | |
My man Paul C, he got the bass pumpin, uhh | |
Who else? Brother Kevvy Kev, uhh | |
Kool Keith | |
Everybody the whole Bronx yeah | |
Brooklyn, Fort Greene, Montier Posse | |
Ced Gee | |
Yeah everybody man | |
London, St. Louis, ahh, we out of here man |