| Song | Gutterman |
| Artist | Fiend |
| Album | House of Rah |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Mr David Julian Ellis | |
| 作曲 : Mr David Julian Ellis | |
| Gutterman- written by fiend aka raps | |
| Sex, drugs, money and violence, | |
| Is what i see lurking in the silence, | |
| Mind on the money, got the money on the mind ‘g’, | |
| The gutterman, coming from infinity (echo) | |
| Booyaka, booyaka, dem a hollah when’ the v’, a coma. | |
| I am the fire like the rum inside ya tummy tumma, | |
| Foe fumma, here I coma, here I coma. | |
| Like Pinocchio (rewind), I see ya nose grow when you lie sona, | |
| Another diggy, dumma, daze by my drummer, | |
| Source similar, to the centre of the suna, | |
| I’m the onea, lyrically dangerous, | |
| Just like the virus, I’m contagious, | |
| So ya better get ya jimmy, punies in the house, | |
| Punny a trap and the dick a di mouse, | |
| Don’t boast, build a blunt, and look a typer, | |
| Just like a peach man, I know ya love da punny, well riper, | |
| Before you fill it upa, | |
| Some punny pick a pocket when dem pon toppa, | |
| Whatta (slapper) rewind, echo, | |
| ‘I am what I am’, | |
| Another money grabber sucking dicker for a stone in the gutterman.-(10 bar rap) | |
| • Put em up. Put em up, yea! | |
| • And wave ya mother****ing(rewind) hands in the air for the gutterman, | |
| • Put em up. Put em up, yea! | |
| • And wave ya mother****ing(rewind) hands in the air,-(2 bar chorus) | |
| For the gutterman, superman (rewind) niggerman, | |
| I’m in ya face den I’m out like rubber man, | |
| Leaving you dormant, in other words sceptic, | |
| Tek an illy pill, you’ll meet the devil epileptic, | |
| Wack mc’s, yo, I don’t miss, | |
| Stepping to ‘the v’is like stepping off a cliff, | |
| You’ll be in like dat, out like dat, | |
| Nanoo, nanoo, knocka, knocka, hello, lights best be on jack, | |
| I’m original rough (echo), microphone warrior, | |
| Step into the fire, wayah (echo), you’ll end up sorrier, | |
| Cause I’ll burn ya brain, insane the lame, | |
| Elevate ya mind, then link it to a chain of shame, | |
| Ain’t no shame in my game, | |
| Beats are the bricks and the rhythm is the pain, | |
| Its plain, sort a like pimple I’m bussing, | |
| Cold crushing, like the Babylon rushing, | |
| In through ya door, push ya face against the wall, | |
| And it’s worries if they catch you wid a pipe, | |
| And ya kind a like, living on candy mountain, | |
| Because ‘wam,’bam’, | |
| You’ll see return of the gutterman, (echo) | |
| (10 bar rap) | |
| • Chorus-(2 bars) | |
| • | |
| • Put em up. Put em up, yea! | |
| • And wave ya mother****ing(rewind) hands in the air for the gutterman, | |
| • Put em up. Put em up, yea! | |
| • And wave ya mother****ing(rewind) hands in the air, | |
| I slam dunk a chunk a funk into ya cranium, | |
| Those who buy records, nuff respect, keep buying em, | |
| Nitrate, chloroform, methadome, valume, | |
| My shits so dope, it hits you like opium, | |
| And I got the flamma, lamma, to rammer jamma, | |
| My label is ‘ram’ and its return of the guttermana (echo) | |
| Wiggedy, wiggedy, checka, tek a look, gather round, | |
| What you see is, what you get, and it’s straight from the underground, | |
| Tings are getting scarier, better be a warrior, | |
| When you ‘quantum leap’ (echo) into the microphone area, | |
| I’m daring ya,better hold ya own in my zone, | |
| If you sleep, then you meet, pure defeat in my dome home, | |
| Like stone, formulah is the bass, | |
| And I’m ripping off da skinner, from a skull inside da place, | |
| Teka a taste, teka lick and feel the force of the band, | |
| Cause when you land mother****er (rewind) it’s return of the gutterman (echo), | |
| (16 bar rap) | |
| (8 bars) - Chorus | |
| Put em up. Put em up, yea! | |
| • And wave ya mother****in(rewind)hands in the air, for the gutterman, | |
| • Put em up. Put em up, yea! | |
| • And wave ya mother****ing(rewind)hands in the air, for the gutterman, | |
| • Put em up. Put em up, yea! | |
| • And wave ya mother****ing(rewind)hands in the air, for the gutterman, | |
| • Put em up. Put em up, yea! | |
| • And wave ya mother****ing (rewind) hands in the air, for the gutterman. | |
| (echo). | |
| (4 bar chorus | |
| Gutter, gutter, gutter, gutter.-(fade) |
| zuo ci : Mr David Julian Ellis | |
| zuo qu : Mr David Julian Ellis | |
| Gutterman written by fiend aka raps | |
| Sex, drugs, money and violence, | |
| Is what i see lurking in the silence, | |
| Mind on the money, got the money on the mind ' g', | |
| The gutterman, coming from infinity echo | |
| Booyaka, booyaka, dem a hollah when' the v', a coma. | |
| I am the fire like the rum inside ya tummy tumma, | |
| Foe fumma, here I coma, here I coma. | |
| Like Pinocchio rewind, I see ya nose grow when you lie sona, | |
| Another diggy, dumma, daze by my drummer, | |
| Source similar, to the centre of the suna, | |
| I' m the onea, lyrically dangerous, | |
| Just like the virus, I' m contagious, | |
| So ya better get ya jimmy, punies in the house, | |
| Punny a trap and the dick a di mouse, | |
| Don' t boast, build a blunt, and look a typer, | |
| Just like a peach man, I know ya love da punny, well riper, | |
| Before you fill it upa, | |
| Some punny pick a pocket when dem pon toppa, | |
| Whatta slapper rewind, echo, | |
| ' I am what I am', | |
| Another money grabber sucking dicker for a stone in the gutterman. 10 bar rap | |
| Put em up. Put em up, yea! | |
| And wave ya mother ing rewind hands in the air for the gutterman, | |
| Put em up. Put em up, yea! | |
| And wave ya mother ing rewind hands in the air, 2 bar chorus | |
| For the gutterman, superman rewind niggerman, | |
| I' m in ya face den I' m out like rubber man, | |
| Leaving you dormant, in other words sceptic, | |
| Tek an illy pill, you' ll meet the devil epileptic, | |
| Wack mc' s, yo, I don' t miss, | |
| Stepping to ' the v' is like stepping off a cliff, | |
| You' ll be in like dat, out like dat, | |
| Nanoo, nanoo, knocka, knocka, hello, lights best be on jack, | |
| I' m original rough echo, microphone warrior, | |
| Step into the fire, wayah echo, you' ll end up sorrier, | |
| Cause I' ll burn ya brain, insane the lame, | |
| Elevate ya mind, then link it to a chain of shame, | |
| Ain' t no shame in my game, | |
| Beats are the bricks and the rhythm is the pain, | |
| Its plain, sort a like pimple I' m bussing, | |
| Cold crushing, like the Babylon rushing, | |
| In through ya door, push ya face against the wall, | |
| And it' s worries if they catch you wid a pipe, | |
| And ya kind a like, living on candy mountain, | |
| Because ' wam,' bam', | |
| You' ll see return of the gutterman, echo | |
| 10 bar rap | |
| Chorus 2 bars | |
| Put em up. Put em up, yea! | |
| And wave ya mother ing rewind hands in the air for the gutterman, | |
| Put em up. Put em up, yea! | |
| And wave ya mother ing rewind hands in the air, | |
| I slam dunk a chunk a funk into ya cranium, | |
| Those who buy records, nuff respect, keep buying em, | |
| Nitrate, chloroform, methadome, valume, | |
| My shits so dope, it hits you like opium, | |
| And I got the flamma, lamma, to rammer jamma, | |
| My label is ' ram' and its return of the guttermana echo | |
| Wiggedy, wiggedy, checka, tek a look, gather round, | |
| What you see is, what you get, and it' s straight from the underground, | |
| Tings are getting scarier, better be a warrior, | |
| When you ' quantum leap' echo into the microphone area, | |
| I' m daring ya, better hold ya own in my zone, | |
| If you sleep, then you meet, pure defeat in my dome home, | |
| Like stone, formulah is the bass, | |
| And I' m ripping off da skinner, from a skull inside da place, | |
| Teka a taste, teka lick and feel the force of the band, | |
| Cause when you land mother er rewind it' s return of the gutterman echo, | |
| 16 bar rap | |
| 8 bars Chorus | |
| Put em up. Put em up, yea! | |
| And wave ya mother in rewind hands in the air, for the gutterman, | |
| Put em up. Put em up, yea! | |
| And wave ya mother ing rewind hands in the air, for the gutterman, | |
| Put em up. Put em up, yea! | |
| And wave ya mother ing rewind hands in the air, for the gutterman, | |
| Put em up. Put em up, yea! | |
| And wave ya mother ing rewind hands in the air, for the gutterman. | |
| echo. | |
| 4 bar chorus | |
| Gutter, gutter, gutter, gutter. fade |
| zuò cí : Mr David Julian Ellis | |
| zuò qǔ : Mr David Julian Ellis | |
| Gutterman written by fiend aka raps | |
| Sex, drugs, money and violence, | |
| Is what i see lurking in the silence, | |
| Mind on the money, got the money on the mind ' g', | |
| The gutterman, coming from infinity echo | |
| Booyaka, booyaka, dem a hollah when' the v', a coma. | |
| I am the fire like the rum inside ya tummy tumma, | |
| Foe fumma, here I coma, here I coma. | |
| Like Pinocchio rewind, I see ya nose grow when you lie sona, | |
| Another diggy, dumma, daze by my drummer, | |
| Source similar, to the centre of the suna, | |
| I' m the onea, lyrically dangerous, | |
| Just like the virus, I' m contagious, | |
| So ya better get ya jimmy, punies in the house, | |
| Punny a trap and the dick a di mouse, | |
| Don' t boast, build a blunt, and look a typer, | |
| Just like a peach man, I know ya love da punny, well riper, | |
| Before you fill it upa, | |
| Some punny pick a pocket when dem pon toppa, | |
| Whatta slapper rewind, echo, | |
| ' I am what I am', | |
| Another money grabber sucking dicker for a stone in the gutterman. 10 bar rap | |
| Put em up. Put em up, yea! | |
| And wave ya mother ing rewind hands in the air for the gutterman, | |
| Put em up. Put em up, yea! | |
| And wave ya mother ing rewind hands in the air, 2 bar chorus | |
| For the gutterman, superman rewind niggerman, | |
| I' m in ya face den I' m out like rubber man, | |
| Leaving you dormant, in other words sceptic, | |
| Tek an illy pill, you' ll meet the devil epileptic, | |
| Wack mc' s, yo, I don' t miss, | |
| Stepping to ' the v' is like stepping off a cliff, | |
| You' ll be in like dat, out like dat, | |
| Nanoo, nanoo, knocka, knocka, hello, lights best be on jack, | |
| I' m original rough echo, microphone warrior, | |
| Step into the fire, wayah echo, you' ll end up sorrier, | |
| Cause I' ll burn ya brain, insane the lame, | |
| Elevate ya mind, then link it to a chain of shame, | |
| Ain' t no shame in my game, | |
| Beats are the bricks and the rhythm is the pain, | |
| Its plain, sort a like pimple I' m bussing, | |
| Cold crushing, like the Babylon rushing, | |
| In through ya door, push ya face against the wall, | |
| And it' s worries if they catch you wid a pipe, | |
| And ya kind a like, living on candy mountain, | |
| Because ' wam,' bam', | |
| You' ll see return of the gutterman, echo | |
| 10 bar rap | |
| Chorus 2 bars | |
| Put em up. Put em up, yea! | |
| And wave ya mother ing rewind hands in the air for the gutterman, | |
| Put em up. Put em up, yea! | |
| And wave ya mother ing rewind hands in the air, | |
| I slam dunk a chunk a funk into ya cranium, | |
| Those who buy records, nuff respect, keep buying em, | |
| Nitrate, chloroform, methadome, valume, | |
| My shits so dope, it hits you like opium, | |
| And I got the flamma, lamma, to rammer jamma, | |
| My label is ' ram' and its return of the guttermana echo | |
| Wiggedy, wiggedy, checka, tek a look, gather round, | |
| What you see is, what you get, and it' s straight from the underground, | |
| Tings are getting scarier, better be a warrior, | |
| When you ' quantum leap' echo into the microphone area, | |
| I' m daring ya, better hold ya own in my zone, | |
| If you sleep, then you meet, pure defeat in my dome home, | |
| Like stone, formulah is the bass, | |
| And I' m ripping off da skinner, from a skull inside da place, | |
| Teka a taste, teka lick and feel the force of the band, | |
| Cause when you land mother er rewind it' s return of the gutterman echo, | |
| 16 bar rap | |
| 8 bars Chorus | |
| Put em up. Put em up, yea! | |
| And wave ya mother in rewind hands in the air, for the gutterman, | |
| Put em up. Put em up, yea! | |
| And wave ya mother ing rewind hands in the air, for the gutterman, | |
| Put em up. Put em up, yea! | |
| And wave ya mother ing rewind hands in the air, for the gutterman, | |
| Put em up. Put em up, yea! | |
| And wave ya mother ing rewind hands in the air, for the gutterman. | |
| echo. | |
| 4 bar chorus | |
| Gutter, gutter, gutter, gutter. fade |