Song | The Grassy Knoll |
Artist | Opio |
Album | Triangulation Station |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Opio, Planet Asia | |
(feat. Planet Asia) | |
[drumroll] | |
"Who am I, I woulda done the same thing. | |
I don't wanna get shot either." | |
C'mon! | |
[Opio] | |
Warning, out to bake, about my cake | |
Skinny not a glutton but the future's at stake | |
Make ya hand-shake harder than Jake LaMotta | |
So I can get an APM my neighbors can follow | |
The Hiero, emblem, official as Timberland | |
That's why the crowd roar like a RalliSport engine | |
Now pay attention, it's not about my automobile | |
It's the real, it's the prodigal skill | |
And I'm droppin it still, and I probably will | |
'til apocalypse come and they see you in hell | |
I'm, behind the wheel like "Taxi Driver" | |
Revenge on his mind and a strap beside him | |
But that's not an advertisement for violence | |
It's more the mindset, an abstract concept | |
One that I bond with against all odds | |
And not all talk, I play my part | |
[Chorus: Opio] | |
I got the best vantage point, I'm on the grassy knoll | |
Watched it all unfold, man the lies they sold | |
To you and you and him.. to all the people in front | |
And all the people in the back you was set up! | |
I won't play the fall guy, or the eyewitness | |
So keep me out that circus, and keep mindin ya business | |
For my people speak the truth, man I just want justice | |
So follow one, two, three - c'mon! | |
[Opio] | |
You in a brand new sportscar, they in a scraper | |
Stomach growlin, they prowlin - WAKE UP! | |
Wait meet ya maker for goodness sake-ah | |
Face on the news, picture in the pap-er | |
This flesh and blood right, this ain't Hollywood | |
You really should keep your composure, and don't get sloppy | |
At the bar, ten shots of Courvois' | |
And didn't see the baracudas glarin at you - costly | |
Now there's pandemonium and mass confusion | |
Cause what he holdin in his hand came from a action movie | |
(Ohh wee) Nigga Steven Seagal | |
When you see the revolver, you givin it all up | |
The master card for the keys to your car | |
To the core and MC's hymns, you subordinate to them | |
People livin in squalor, you might not see tomorrow | |
You got a brand new life chillin under ya collar | |
[Chorus] | |
[Planet Asia] | |
Overseas, we twist tobacco for rizzlers | |
Me and Opio, that's like Capleton and Sizzla | |
The backwoods Swisher from the sack that I twist up | |
The mack with a pistol in the Cadillac pickup | |
Revolutionary with his wrist up; complex but | |
I'm simplistic, talk shit like my Soul is Michief (yeah!) | |
Instrument, spit MPC-6 | |
Opio part of the history of artists who conduct business | |
So what I'm basically sayin is | |
You need to pay a lil' more attention to the niggaz that was lacin me | |
Nowadays I yoke mics like Royce Gracie | |
In front of thousand and thousands of Ben Franklins | |
All day we in pursuit of the cash | |
It's all bad, if you ain't affiliated with the staff | |
We made it, to the top and we graduated | |
As pioneers yeah now we all animated | |
[Opio] | |
C'mon! [echoes] |
zuo qu : Opio, Planet Asia | |
feat. Planet Asia | |
drumroll | |
" Who am I, I woulda done the same thing. | |
I don' t wanna get shot either." | |
C' mon! | |
Opio | |
Warning, out to bake, about my cake | |
Skinny not a glutton but the future' s at stake | |
Make ya handshake harder than Jake LaMotta | |
So I can get an APM my neighbors can follow | |
The Hiero, emblem, official as Timberland | |
That' s why the crowd roar like a RalliSport engine | |
Now pay attention, it' s not about my automobile | |
It' s the real, it' s the prodigal skill | |
And I' m droppin it still, and I probably will | |
' til apocalypse come and they see you in hell | |
I' m, behind the wheel like " Taxi Driver" | |
Revenge on his mind and a strap beside him | |
But that' s not an advertisement for violence | |
It' s more the mindset, an abstract concept | |
One that I bond with against all odds | |
And not all talk, I play my part | |
Chorus: Opio | |
I got the best vantage point, I' m on the grassy knoll | |
Watched it all unfold, man the lies they sold | |
To you and you and him.. to all the people in front | |
And all the people in the back you was set up! | |
I won' t play the fall guy, or the eyewitness | |
So keep me out that circus, and keep mindin ya business | |
For my people speak the truth, man I just want justice | |
So follow one, two, three c' mon! | |
Opio | |
You in a brand new sportscar, they in a scraper | |
Stomach growlin, they prowlin WAKE UP! | |
Wait meet ya maker for goodness sakeah | |
Face on the news, picture in the paper | |
This flesh and blood right, this ain' t Hollywood | |
You really should keep your composure, and don' t get sloppy | |
At the bar, ten shots of Courvois' | |
And didn' t see the baracudas glarin at you costly | |
Now there' s pandemonium and mass confusion | |
Cause what he holdin in his hand came from a action movie | |
Ohh wee Nigga Steven Seagal | |
When you see the revolver, you givin it all up | |
The master card for the keys to your car | |
To the core and MC' s hymns, you subordinate to them | |
People livin in squalor, you might not see tomorrow | |
You got a brand new life chillin under ya collar | |
Chorus | |
Planet Asia | |
Overseas, we twist tobacco for rizzlers | |
Me and Opio, that' s like Capleton and Sizzla | |
The backwoods Swisher from the sack that I twist up | |
The mack with a pistol in the Cadillac pickup | |
Revolutionary with his wrist up complex but | |
I' m simplistic, talk shit like my Soul is Michief yeah! | |
Instrument, spit MPC6 | |
Opio part of the history of artists who conduct business | |
So what I' m basically sayin is | |
You need to pay a lil' more attention to the niggaz that was lacin me | |
Nowadays I yoke mics like Royce Gracie | |
In front of thousand and thousands of Ben Franklins | |
All day we in pursuit of the cash | |
It' s all bad, if you ain' t affiliated with the staff | |
We made it, to the top and we graduated | |
As pioneers yeah now we all animated | |
Opio | |
C' mon! echoes |
zuò qǔ : Opio, Planet Asia | |
feat. Planet Asia | |
drumroll | |
" Who am I, I woulda done the same thing. | |
I don' t wanna get shot either." | |
C' mon! | |
Opio | |
Warning, out to bake, about my cake | |
Skinny not a glutton but the future' s at stake | |
Make ya handshake harder than Jake LaMotta | |
So I can get an APM my neighbors can follow | |
The Hiero, emblem, official as Timberland | |
That' s why the crowd roar like a RalliSport engine | |
Now pay attention, it' s not about my automobile | |
It' s the real, it' s the prodigal skill | |
And I' m droppin it still, and I probably will | |
' til apocalypse come and they see you in hell | |
I' m, behind the wheel like " Taxi Driver" | |
Revenge on his mind and a strap beside him | |
But that' s not an advertisement for violence | |
It' s more the mindset, an abstract concept | |
One that I bond with against all odds | |
And not all talk, I play my part | |
Chorus: Opio | |
I got the best vantage point, I' m on the grassy knoll | |
Watched it all unfold, man the lies they sold | |
To you and you and him.. to all the people in front | |
And all the people in the back you was set up! | |
I won' t play the fall guy, or the eyewitness | |
So keep me out that circus, and keep mindin ya business | |
For my people speak the truth, man I just want justice | |
So follow one, two, three c' mon! | |
Opio | |
You in a brand new sportscar, they in a scraper | |
Stomach growlin, they prowlin WAKE UP! | |
Wait meet ya maker for goodness sakeah | |
Face on the news, picture in the paper | |
This flesh and blood right, this ain' t Hollywood | |
You really should keep your composure, and don' t get sloppy | |
At the bar, ten shots of Courvois' | |
And didn' t see the baracudas glarin at you costly | |
Now there' s pandemonium and mass confusion | |
Cause what he holdin in his hand came from a action movie | |
Ohh wee Nigga Steven Seagal | |
When you see the revolver, you givin it all up | |
The master card for the keys to your car | |
To the core and MC' s hymns, you subordinate to them | |
People livin in squalor, you might not see tomorrow | |
You got a brand new life chillin under ya collar | |
Chorus | |
Planet Asia | |
Overseas, we twist tobacco for rizzlers | |
Me and Opio, that' s like Capleton and Sizzla | |
The backwoods Swisher from the sack that I twist up | |
The mack with a pistol in the Cadillac pickup | |
Revolutionary with his wrist up complex but | |
I' m simplistic, talk shit like my Soul is Michief yeah! | |
Instrument, spit MPC6 | |
Opio part of the history of artists who conduct business | |
So what I' m basically sayin is | |
You need to pay a lil' more attention to the niggaz that was lacin me | |
Nowadays I yoke mics like Royce Gracie | |
In front of thousand and thousands of Ben Franklins | |
All day we in pursuit of the cash | |
It' s all bad, if you ain' t affiliated with the staff | |
We made it, to the top and we graduated | |
As pioneers yeah now we all animated | |
Opio | |
C' mon! echoes |