Song | A Quarter to Cutthroat |
Artist | Leaders of the New School |
Album | T.I.M.E. |
作词 : Jackson/Higgins/Smith/Scott | |
作曲 : Jackson/Higgins/Smith/Scott | |
Verse 1: Charlie Brown | |
Bring one MC, two MC, three MC. | |
Send any MC's. It doesn't matter to me. | |
Sterp up like a thief in the night. | |
No wins and I begin. My third eye is bright. | |
Here to shine. Light skies the limit on D.L. | |
Who fell, yeah time will tell. | |
The Leaders Of The New. | |
The #1 crew blunts and brew for the Hip-hop school. | |
Girls got my picture posters, pin-ups. | |
Wanna skin up (big up, big up). | |
It's a race against the clock, and I can't stop countdown, | |
hear the sound see Boogie Brown.. | |
(Uptown Saturday night) 125 we arrive so live from New York, | |
word life. You know I can kick it. | |
At my show on the down low, you're sellin' wolf-tickets. | |
Ha Ha, the trigger I'm tryin' to tell ya. | |
Now my nigga, I'm getting larger and bigger the factor | |
here to Cockalak! a crack that back like a chiropractor | |
just the collective my perspective to be | |
effective is the main objective. | |
(Warriors come out and? props me say me nots. | |
Any violations won't be tolerated. | |
Let's not debate it if you hate it, 'cause I made it. | |
The loot, the boob tube, all that shit included, | |
in a matter of seconds you will be excluded. | |
Checka check it out. | |
East Coast stomp in action for rich or for poor. | |
We created the fashion left (foot), | |
right (foot), stomp (stomp). | |
Leaders Of The New School do the East Coast stomp. | |
Well it's a quarter | |
Quarter. Quarter. Quarter. | |
Quarter to cutthroat. | |
A quarter. Quarter. Quarter. Quarter. | |
Quarter to cutthroat. | |
Verse 2: Dinco D. | |
It's the power of importance making people act as is compare fair. | |
From here to there, fair seems a little quiz | |
So question what I conquer as Kruger kills a kid | |
My friends got caught with luger so now he does the bid | |
Bring 'em in, bring em in | |
See the clock on the wall with one eye open. | |
Scarface to brawl to panic seized quarter cut. | |
Squeezed to ten gave quarter back five with a minute to win, | |
then plenty a many men | |
With any if any trend came rename fame shame | |
To backspin speakin' spic spans off spills of crack bins | |
So get your action. Right locating jaws draw. | |
Bite mars is mourned warned rating. | |
Torn wound a sprite bright light the mics. | |
Mix vega a quarter woters. | |
What you get when you're broke, becomes bodega bothering, sobering | |
Ting-a-ling-a-ling (Ding). | |
Right on to Milo on the dot. | |
Verse 3: Milo | |
You want strength, what strength. | |
What you really want strength. | |
Milo in the dance is on Chee. | |
Lippie L.O.N.S. lenght. Now 'nuff respect to the sekel set. | |
Seeking section for recovery. | |
D me a beg uni. | |
Don't bother me. "Why, ooh? | |
Because I and I am the one they call | |
de pum pum docter no bother. | |
Get vex because I og check your daughter. | |
Ideal Punnie make the I feel better. | |
Me naw. Want to put me wood in the wall of fire. | |
One step, two step. Make you reach little high. | |
You askin' why oh why you have to make it bad so why oh. | |
Inna me carkey suit and thing. Love is all I bring inna the party. | |
Party respect to yardie it's a rude, boy. | |
Type inna everybody. White, Black, to Chinie pass the Heini, onset offset. | |
No prisoners at war a quarter to cutthroat is the New school law. | |
You better be in by sundown. | |
Sending death threats from miles around. | |
Busta bust down with the surround sound. | |
Tic tac tic. Ready to pickins Hip-Hop easy listning. | |
Time to take order 'cause it's a quarter to cut. | |
What, what you can't front. | |
Chorus | |
Verse 4: Busta Rhymes | |
No more lucky charms for the malpractice tactics. | |
Fiasco, Fiskell, Siskel and Ebert. | |
Criticism, devilish exorcism. | |
I strive to destroy and kill all inconsiderate organisms. | |
Time will only last for the ones who bust that ass. | |
All gridlock thinking. You better think fast, Quick! | |
Because I'm riffling down the stifling, | |
trifling sound who's killing who, times killing you. | |
Stupid. You need to sweat yourself. Don't sweat nobody else. | |
I got my own perspiration check the conversation. | |
Minutes away, your ass is through dealing. | |
Ha, smack yourself and find exactly your feeling. | |
It's detrimental and essensial that I chemistry thoroughly | |
In my dimensional dungeon residential vicinity. | |
Wack germs. You're like a cureless growing disease. | |
Go and suck the clitoris of a trichamonis. Discharge cheese. | |
Ha, ease. Ha, substract counteract enemies, Ha. | |
Carrying on while I be ripping and shredding | |
getter fierce gotta pierce the wack to stop the germs spreading. | |
Before you striked, you caught a stroke. | |
Now you're half-dead nigga, 멵ause it's a quarter to cutthroat | |
Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! | |
Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! | |
Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! | |
Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! | |
Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! (Fading) |
zuò cí : Jackson Higgins Smith Scott | |
zuò qǔ : Jackson Higgins Smith Scott | |
Verse 1: Charlie Brown | |
Bring one MC, two MC, three MC. | |
Send any MC' s. It doesn' t matter to me. | |
Sterp up like a thief in the night. | |
No wins and I begin. My third eye is bright. | |
Here to shine. Light skies the limit on D. L. | |
Who fell, yeah time will tell. | |
The Leaders Of The New. | |
The 1 crew blunts and brew for the Hiphop school. | |
Girls got my picture posters, pinups. | |
Wanna skin up big up, big up. | |
It' s a race against the clock, and I can' t stop countdown, | |
hear the sound see Boogie Brown.. | |
Uptown Saturday night 125 we arrive so live from New York, | |
word life. You know I can kick it. | |
At my show on the down low, you' re sellin' wolftickets. | |
Ha Ha, the trigger I' m tryin' to tell ya. | |
Now my nigga, I' m getting larger and bigger the factor | |
here to Cockalak! a crack that back like a chiropractor | |
just the collective my perspective to be | |
effective is the main objective. | |
Warriors come out and? props me say me nots. | |
Any violations won' t be tolerated. | |
Let' s not debate it if you hate it, ' cause I made it. | |
The loot, the boob tube, all that shit included, | |
in a matter of seconds you will be excluded. | |
Checka check it out. | |
East Coast stomp in action for rich or for poor. | |
We created the fashion left foot, | |
right foot, stomp stomp. | |
Leaders Of The New School do the East Coast stomp. | |
Well it' s a quarter | |
Quarter. Quarter. Quarter. | |
Quarter to cutthroat. | |
A quarter. Quarter. Quarter. Quarter. | |
Quarter to cutthroat. | |
Verse 2: Dinco D. | |
It' s the power of importance making people act as is compare fair. | |
From here to there, fair seems a little quiz | |
So question what I conquer as Kruger kills a kid | |
My friends got caught with luger so now he does the bid | |
Bring ' em in, bring em in | |
See the clock on the wall with one eye open. | |
Scarface to brawl to panic seized quarter cut. | |
Squeezed to ten gave quarter back five with a minute to win, | |
then plenty a many men | |
With any if any trend came rename fame shame | |
To backspin speakin' spic spans off spills of crack bins | |
So get your action. Right locating jaws draw. | |
Bite mars is mourned warned rating. | |
Torn wound a sprite bright light the mics. | |
Mix vega a quarter woters. | |
What you get when you' re broke, becomes bodega bothering, sobering | |
Tingalingaling Ding. | |
Right on to Milo on the dot. | |
Verse 3: Milo | |
You want strength, what strength. | |
What you really want strength. | |
Milo in the dance is on Chee. | |
Lippie L. O. N. S. lenght. Now ' nuff respect to the sekel set. | |
Seeking section for recovery. | |
D me a beg uni. | |
Don' t bother me. " Why, ooh? | |
Because I and I am the one they call | |
de pum pum docter no bother. | |
Get vex because I og check your daughter. | |
Ideal Punnie make the I feel better. | |
Me naw. Want to put me wood in the wall of fire. | |
One step, two step. Make you reach little high. | |
You askin' why oh why you have to make it bad so why oh. | |
Inna me carkey suit and thing. Love is all I bring inna the party. | |
Party respect to yardie it' s a rude, boy. | |
Type inna everybody. White, Black, to Chinie pass the Heini, onset offset. | |
No prisoners at war a quarter to cutthroat is the New school law. | |
You better be in by sundown. | |
Sending death threats from miles around. | |
Busta bust down with the surround sound. | |
Tic tac tic. Ready to pickins HipHop easy listning. | |
Time to take order ' cause it' s a quarter to cut. | |
What, what you can' t front. | |
Chorus | |
Verse 4: Busta Rhymes | |
No more lucky charms for the malpractice tactics. | |
Fiasco, Fiskell, Siskel and Ebert. | |
Criticism, devilish exorcism. | |
I strive to destroy and kill all inconsiderate organisms. | |
Time will only last for the ones who bust that ass. | |
All gridlock thinking. You better think fast, Quick! | |
Because I' m riffling down the stifling, | |
trifling sound who' s killing who, times killing you. | |
Stupid. You need to sweat yourself. Don' t sweat nobody else. | |
I got my own perspiration check the conversation. | |
Minutes away, your ass is through dealing. | |
Ha, smack yourself and find exactly your feeling. | |
It' s detrimental and essensial that I chemistry thoroughly | |
In my dimensional dungeon residential vicinity. | |
Wack germs. You' re like a cureless growing disease. | |
Go and suck the clitoris of a trichamonis. Discharge cheese. | |
Ha, ease. Ha, substract counteract enemies, Ha. | |
Carrying on while I be ripping and shredding | |
getter fierce gotta pierce the wack to stop the germs spreading. | |
Before you striked, you caught a stroke. | |
Now you' re halfdead nigga, ause it' s a quarter to cutthroat | |
Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! | |
Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! | |
Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! | |
Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! | |
Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! Fading |