| Song | Crooked |
| Artist | Evil Nine |
| Artist | Aesop Rock |
| Album | You Can Be Special Too |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Beaufoy, Blair, Pardy | |
| Shh... the baby's sleeping | |
| A blind date with CNN | |
| a click | |
| ouch | |
| a click of beer man, that's the 10 year old | |
| mother****ing deep space evil nine millimeter | |
| white noise television | |
| ****ing 3am | |
| gotta wonder if the roach was invented in my kitchen | |
| [...] | |
| the evilest of nines guaranteed to shoot crooked | |
| [...] | |
| shut the **** up | |
| don't wanna hear that shit | |
| backwards | |
| with the volume up to keep it all out | |
| We | |
| na na na na | |
| We don't... | |
| We don't like it when the city lights start fading | |
| when the city lights fading then we can't get down (ok) | |
| we don't like it when the city people act crooked | |
| when the city people crooked then we can't get down (ok) | |
| we don't like it when the city pigeons break wings | |
| when the pigeons break wings then we can't get down (ok) | |
| we don't like it when the city fire starts spreading | |
| when the city fire's spreading then we can't get down (YO!) | |
| Soup'ed up in it, crook with a cord | |
| with a cord with a two ton gimmick | |
| Deep space evil nine millimeter gimme | |
| damn needle points in this pin cushion family | |
| Hot damm at the N.Y. resin | |
| I soaked the bad air, the smoke we sold | |
| So I'll stop, child’s smile like a moby cobra, | |
| low key dozer revoked me ultra, | |
| choke out folks to promote the ulcer | |
| chug, dro bear hug wrote the folklore | |
| see the mangy branch off strange when he willow | |
| weep till the face go paisley | |
| [...] bad brains dumb dumb brainiac bust out, girder, flushed out | |
| touch with a lush burn curdle in the dirt like its | |
| Been all night at the earthworm church | |
| Bang | |
| clash with the ants and termites | |
| ride through the wheels and fall off the dirt bike | |
| well I still hold diamonds by the caseload | |
| hide the prescriptions, tell her that I’m stable | |
| A R strike the pause | |
| Put the flaws in a box with a [...] **** off | |
| Mallet for the media, mallet for the laws | |
| dragging a mallet through the city when he walks | |
| subliminal is so nineties, get wit it, | |
| im more like bird watch then a mobster look | |
| [...] | |
| it goes dem’s good deeds | |
| [...] stomach churning, round 2, quick, south of the sternum | |
| what it is now, verse what it was, beat myself till the pain came up | |
| dork faced boy got apocalypse charm | |
| with a yellowy grin, metal thin, metal limb | |
| metal kicks kiss metal bricks, kiss metal | |
| metal with this an anti-bliss missile | |
| close to the fire when I bare skin lie | |
| leave me the idiot box I’m fine | |
| but if i gotta see another roller skating parrot | |
| on animal planet on a needle point eye | |
| eye to the needle, clean set of chompers | |
| made me a demo tape, [...] mobsters | |
| go ahead y'all flap y'all chops | |
| they stick wid it till their face fall off | |
| And the evilest of nines guaranteed to shoot crooked | |
| And the evilest of nines guaranteed to shoot crooked | |
| And the evilest of nines guaranteed to shoot crooked | |
| And the evilest of nines guaranteed to shoot crooked | |
| Off your ****ing mind | |
| shoot crooked | |
| Ah. (Yo. Check It.) | |
| we don't like it when the city lights start fading | |
| when the city lights fading then we can't get down (ok) | |
| we don't like it when the city people act crooked | |
| when the city people crooked then we can't get down (ok) | |
| we don't like it when the city pigeons break wings | |
| when the pigeons break wings then we can't get down (ok) | |
| we don't like it when the city fire starts spreading | |
| when the fire's spreading then we can't get down | |
| I met a girl with an angel face and two devil horns pokin' out | |
| maybe with her brains replaced | |
| She said walk to the store with her, ok | |
| bought a carton of squares, I think I fell in love today | |
| Now whats a pretty little thing like you doing walking | |
| with a condor circle when the city lights fade | |
| dead walk only to re-dig the graves | |
| and make it big enough to fit tv's and microwaves | |
| Ooooh she didnt say shit (nup) | |
| Smiles that could melt the gloss off your whip | |
| And before I could ask her about her high wire, | |
| homegirl walked face first straight through the fire | |
| kill the pigs and poke the lump with a fork | |
| if it all bleeds y’all need to shut the oven door | |
| Here half worm dirt in the mouth | |
| so its raining mud when the tongue lash out | |
| cool beans, perfect dope | |
| like Aes with a rafter and 6 feet of rope | |
| [...] spill out hate in all sections, | |
| you can get ****ed when you stand at attention | |
| And the evilest of nines guaranteed to shoot crooked | |
| And the evilest of nines guaranteed to shoot crooked | |
| And the evilest of nines guaranteed to shoot crooked | |
| And the evilest of nines guaranteed to shoot crooked | |
| (Evilest) | |
| Fix the ****ing antenna! | |
| we don't like it when the city lights start fading | |
| when the city lights fading then we can't get down (ok) | |
| we don't like it when the city people act crooked | |
| when the city people crooked then we can't get down (ok) | |
| we don't like it when the city pigeons break wings | |
| when the pigeons break wings then we can't get down (ok) | |
| we don't like it when the city fire starts spreading | |
| when the fire starts spreading then we can't get down (ok) | |
| no doubt | |
| he ain’t, he ain’t got a gun in no shoe box | |
| Face to the floor drop it | |
| Still carry the evilest nine weapons | |
| [...]at the same time. That's talent. | |
| [...] | |
| I think...I think we woke the baby. |
| zuo qu : Beaufoy, Blair, Pardy | |
| Shh... the baby' s sleeping | |
| A blind date with CNN | |
| a click | |
| ouch | |
| a click of beer man, that' s the 10 year old | |
| mother ing deep space evil nine millimeter | |
| white noise television | |
| ing 3am | |
| gotta wonder if the roach was invented in my kitchen | |
| ... | |
| the evilest of nines guaranteed to shoot crooked | |
| ... | |
| shut the up | |
| don' t wanna hear that shit | |
| backwards | |
| with the volume up to keep it all out | |
| We | |
| na na na na | |
| We don' t... | |
| We don' t like it when the city lights start fading | |
| when the city lights fading then we can' t get down ok | |
| we don' t like it when the city people act crooked | |
| when the city people crooked then we can' t get down ok | |
| we don' t like it when the city pigeons break wings | |
| when the pigeons break wings then we can' t get down ok | |
| we don' t like it when the city fire starts spreading | |
| when the city fire' s spreading then we can' t get down YO! | |
| Soup' ed up in it, crook with a cord | |
| with a cord with a two ton gimmick | |
| Deep space evil nine millimeter gimme | |
| damn needle points in this pin cushion family | |
| Hot damm at the N. Y. resin | |
| I soaked the bad air, the smoke we sold | |
| So I' ll stop, child' s smile like a moby cobra, | |
| low key dozer revoked me ultra, | |
| choke out folks to promote the ulcer | |
| chug, dro bear hug wrote the folklore | |
| see the mangy branch off strange when he willow | |
| weep till the face go paisley | |
| ... bad brains dumb dumb brainiac bust out, girder, flushed out | |
| touch with a lush burn curdle in the dirt like its | |
| Been all night at the earthworm church | |
| Bang | |
| clash with the ants and termites | |
| ride through the wheels and fall off the dirt bike | |
| well I still hold diamonds by the caseload | |
| hide the prescriptions, tell her that I' m stable | |
| A R strike the pause | |
| Put the flaws in a box with a ... off | |
| Mallet for the media, mallet for the laws | |
| dragging a mallet through the city when he walks | |
| subliminal is so nineties, get wit it, | |
| im more like bird watch then a mobster look | |
| ... | |
| it goes dem' s good deeds | |
| ... stomach churning, round 2, quick, south of the sternum | |
| what it is now, verse what it was, beat myself till the pain came up | |
| dork faced boy got apocalypse charm | |
| with a yellowy grin, metal thin, metal limb | |
| metal kicks kiss metal bricks, kiss metal | |
| metal with this an antibliss missile | |
| close to the fire when I bare skin lie | |
| leave me the idiot box I' m fine | |
| but if i gotta see another roller skating parrot | |
| on animal planet on a needle point eye | |
| eye to the needle, clean set of chompers | |
| made me a demo tape, ... mobsters | |
| go ahead y' all flap y' all chops | |
| they stick wid it till their face fall off | |
| And the evilest of nines guaranteed to shoot crooked | |
| And the evilest of nines guaranteed to shoot crooked | |
| And the evilest of nines guaranteed to shoot crooked | |
| And the evilest of nines guaranteed to shoot crooked | |
| Off your ing mind | |
| shoot crooked | |
| Ah. Yo. Check It. | |
| we don' t like it when the city lights start fading | |
| when the city lights fading then we can' t get down ok | |
| we don' t like it when the city people act crooked | |
| when the city people crooked then we can' t get down ok | |
| we don' t like it when the city pigeons break wings | |
| when the pigeons break wings then we can' t get down ok | |
| we don' t like it when the city fire starts spreading | |
| when the fire' s spreading then we can' t get down | |
| I met a girl with an angel face and two devil horns pokin' out | |
| maybe with her brains replaced | |
| She said walk to the store with her, ok | |
| bought a carton of squares, I think I fell in love today | |
| Now whats a pretty little thing like you doing walking | |
| with a condor circle when the city lights fade | |
| dead walk only to redig the graves | |
| and make it big enough to fit tv' s and microwaves | |
| Ooooh she didnt say shit nup | |
| Smiles that could melt the gloss off your whip | |
| And before I could ask her about her high wire, | |
| homegirl walked face first straight through the fire | |
| kill the pigs and poke the lump with a fork | |
| if it all bleeds y' all need to shut the oven door | |
| Here half worm dirt in the mouth | |
| so its raining mud when the tongue lash out | |
| cool beans, perfect dope | |
| like Aes with a rafter and 6 feet of rope | |
| ... spill out hate in all sections, | |
| you can get ed when you stand at attention | |
| And the evilest of nines guaranteed to shoot crooked | |
| And the evilest of nines guaranteed to shoot crooked | |
| And the evilest of nines guaranteed to shoot crooked | |
| And the evilest of nines guaranteed to shoot crooked | |
| Evilest | |
| Fix the ing antenna! | |
| we don' t like it when the city lights start fading | |
| when the city lights fading then we can' t get down ok | |
| we don' t like it when the city people act crooked | |
| when the city people crooked then we can' t get down ok | |
| we don' t like it when the city pigeons break wings | |
| when the pigeons break wings then we can' t get down ok | |
| we don' t like it when the city fire starts spreading | |
| when the fire starts spreading then we can' t get down ok | |
| no doubt | |
| he ain' t, he ain' t got a gun in no shoe box | |
| Face to the floor drop it | |
| Still carry the evilest nine weapons | |
| ... at the same time. That' s talent. | |
| ... | |
| I think... I think we woke the baby. |
| zuò qǔ : Beaufoy, Blair, Pardy | |
| Shh... the baby' s sleeping | |
| A blind date with CNN | |
| a click | |
| ouch | |
| a click of beer man, that' s the 10 year old | |
| mother ing deep space evil nine millimeter | |
| white noise television | |
| ing 3am | |
| gotta wonder if the roach was invented in my kitchen | |
| ... | |
| the evilest of nines guaranteed to shoot crooked | |
| ... | |
| shut the up | |
| don' t wanna hear that shit | |
| backwards | |
| with the volume up to keep it all out | |
| We | |
| na na na na | |
| We don' t... | |
| We don' t like it when the city lights start fading | |
| when the city lights fading then we can' t get down ok | |
| we don' t like it when the city people act crooked | |
| when the city people crooked then we can' t get down ok | |
| we don' t like it when the city pigeons break wings | |
| when the pigeons break wings then we can' t get down ok | |
| we don' t like it when the city fire starts spreading | |
| when the city fire' s spreading then we can' t get down YO! | |
| Soup' ed up in it, crook with a cord | |
| with a cord with a two ton gimmick | |
| Deep space evil nine millimeter gimme | |
| damn needle points in this pin cushion family | |
| Hot damm at the N. Y. resin | |
| I soaked the bad air, the smoke we sold | |
| So I' ll stop, child' s smile like a moby cobra, | |
| low key dozer revoked me ultra, | |
| choke out folks to promote the ulcer | |
| chug, dro bear hug wrote the folklore | |
| see the mangy branch off strange when he willow | |
| weep till the face go paisley | |
| ... bad brains dumb dumb brainiac bust out, girder, flushed out | |
| touch with a lush burn curdle in the dirt like its | |
| Been all night at the earthworm church | |
| Bang | |
| clash with the ants and termites | |
| ride through the wheels and fall off the dirt bike | |
| well I still hold diamonds by the caseload | |
| hide the prescriptions, tell her that I' m stable | |
| A R strike the pause | |
| Put the flaws in a box with a ... off | |
| Mallet for the media, mallet for the laws | |
| dragging a mallet through the city when he walks | |
| subliminal is so nineties, get wit it, | |
| im more like bird watch then a mobster look | |
| ... | |
| it goes dem' s good deeds | |
| ... stomach churning, round 2, quick, south of the sternum | |
| what it is now, verse what it was, beat myself till the pain came up | |
| dork faced boy got apocalypse charm | |
| with a yellowy grin, metal thin, metal limb | |
| metal kicks kiss metal bricks, kiss metal | |
| metal with this an antibliss missile | |
| close to the fire when I bare skin lie | |
| leave me the idiot box I' m fine | |
| but if i gotta see another roller skating parrot | |
| on animal planet on a needle point eye | |
| eye to the needle, clean set of chompers | |
| made me a demo tape, ... mobsters | |
| go ahead y' all flap y' all chops | |
| they stick wid it till their face fall off | |
| And the evilest of nines guaranteed to shoot crooked | |
| And the evilest of nines guaranteed to shoot crooked | |
| And the evilest of nines guaranteed to shoot crooked | |
| And the evilest of nines guaranteed to shoot crooked | |
| Off your ing mind | |
| shoot crooked | |
| Ah. Yo. Check It. | |
| we don' t like it when the city lights start fading | |
| when the city lights fading then we can' t get down ok | |
| we don' t like it when the city people act crooked | |
| when the city people crooked then we can' t get down ok | |
| we don' t like it when the city pigeons break wings | |
| when the pigeons break wings then we can' t get down ok | |
| we don' t like it when the city fire starts spreading | |
| when the fire' s spreading then we can' t get down | |
| I met a girl with an angel face and two devil horns pokin' out | |
| maybe with her brains replaced | |
| She said walk to the store with her, ok | |
| bought a carton of squares, I think I fell in love today | |
| Now whats a pretty little thing like you doing walking | |
| with a condor circle when the city lights fade | |
| dead walk only to redig the graves | |
| and make it big enough to fit tv' s and microwaves | |
| Ooooh she didnt say shit nup | |
| Smiles that could melt the gloss off your whip | |
| And before I could ask her about her high wire, | |
| homegirl walked face first straight through the fire | |
| kill the pigs and poke the lump with a fork | |
| if it all bleeds y' all need to shut the oven door | |
| Here half worm dirt in the mouth | |
| so its raining mud when the tongue lash out | |
| cool beans, perfect dope | |
| like Aes with a rafter and 6 feet of rope | |
| ... spill out hate in all sections, | |
| you can get ed when you stand at attention | |
| And the evilest of nines guaranteed to shoot crooked | |
| And the evilest of nines guaranteed to shoot crooked | |
| And the evilest of nines guaranteed to shoot crooked | |
| And the evilest of nines guaranteed to shoot crooked | |
| Evilest | |
| Fix the ing antenna! | |
| we don' t like it when the city lights start fading | |
| when the city lights fading then we can' t get down ok | |
| we don' t like it when the city people act crooked | |
| when the city people crooked then we can' t get down ok | |
| we don' t like it when the city pigeons break wings | |
| when the pigeons break wings then we can' t get down ok | |
| we don' t like it when the city fire starts spreading | |
| when the fire starts spreading then we can' t get down ok | |
| no doubt | |
| he ain' t, he ain' t got a gun in no shoe box | |
| Face to the floor drop it | |
| Still carry the evilest nine weapons | |
| ... at the same time. That' s talent. | |
| ... | |
| I think... I think we woke the baby. |