| Song | Suntoucher |
| Artist | Groove Armada |
| Album | Goodbye Country (Hello Nightclub) |
| 作词 : Bell, Cato, Chabers, Davis ... | |
| 'Bout to drop this right now for | |
| You, the original | |
| Suntoucher | |
| Lettin' You know, what's up. | |
| Goes like this... | |
| We're about to put it on | |
| You right here right now, let | |
| You know, how it goes down | |
| And this is, this is what it is... | |
| It's the urban organic mic mechanic | |
| Super-human | |
| MC powers help me fly around the planet | |
| Touch the microphone device, whole countries get frantic | |
| Saving damsels in distress so young girls don't panic | |
| Putting MCs under pressure till they crack like ceramic | |
| Always thought they could flow but sink like the | |
| Titanic Rhymes rip through your skull like icebergs through the hull | |
| Survive the impact and arctic cold freezes your soul | |
| Create a new style, then break the mold | |
| Compositions are controlled and liable to explode | |
| Like land mines, my crew blows through like wind chimes | |
| Make it hot like fire, 200 proof like | |
| Moonshine | |
| Risky, playing yourself is risky | |
| And the flows mad jazzy like | |
| Dizzy Gillespie | |
| And the sound be harmonious and deadly | |
| Like a harpy, call me the big one like | |
| Wayne Gretzky | |
| No man can test me, so why try? | |
| Focus like a samurai, stronger than a | |
| Maitai Or a | |
| Tsunama, I mean | |
| Tsunami I rock it from | |
| MTV, to the | |
| BBC Radioactive waves short out your | |
| TV Aliens check it for me in the next galaxy | |
| Put it in a time capsule till the next century | |
| In a black out use it for electricity | |
| Danger, high voltage, don't feed me their daily dosage | |
| I break it down mathematically, 99.9 is the percentage | |
| Like closing fine wine the rhymes are vintage | |
| And the universal will gives me strength like spinach | |
| With dinage, | |
| I eat it like a tofu sandwich | |
| With cabbage, | |
| I ask your girl, she knows that | |
| I'm not the average | |
| Nigga, who claims to pull the trigga' | |
| Reality's the root of the rhymes that | |
| I configure | |
| Phony... Baloney, swear like | |
| Don Corleone | |
| But when shit hit the fan they start crying like | |
| Pretty Tony | |
| Tender like | |
| Roni... but wish to be bad like | |
| Bobby Been there, done that, smashed up, rockin' rhymes is my hobby | |
| You're probably like, what's he on | |
| Cause I rock it from the start, till the beat is gone | |
| Not in the mafia but | |
| I'm the microphone | |
| Don And the words that | |
| I shoot out my mouth are teflon | |
| Jeru never touch ya, | |
| Microphone wrecka' | |
| Meet out in the stretcha', step up in my center | |
| Try to match wits but the mental will crush ya | |
| Jeru the Damaja, the | |
| Suntoucher. | |
| Peace... Yeah, this is it right here, how we' flowin down... |
| zuò cí : Bell, Cato, Chabers, Davis ... | |
| ' Bout to drop this right now for | |
| You, the original | |
| Suntoucher | |
| Lettin' You know, what' s up. | |
| Goes like this... | |
| We' re about to put it on | |
| You right here right now, let | |
| You know, how it goes down | |
| And this is, this is what it is... | |
| It' s the urban organic mic mechanic | |
| Superhuman | |
| MC powers help me fly around the planet | |
| Touch the microphone device, whole countries get frantic | |
| Saving damsels in distress so young girls don' t panic | |
| Putting MCs under pressure till they crack like ceramic | |
| Always thought they could flow but sink like the | |
| Titanic Rhymes rip through your skull like icebergs through the hull | |
| Survive the impact and arctic cold freezes your soul | |
| Create a new style, then break the mold | |
| Compositions are controlled and liable to explode | |
| Like land mines, my crew blows through like wind chimes | |
| Make it hot like fire, 200 proof like | |
| Moonshine | |
| Risky, playing yourself is risky | |
| And the flows mad jazzy like | |
| Dizzy Gillespie | |
| And the sound be harmonious and deadly | |
| Like a harpy, call me the big one like | |
| Wayne Gretzky | |
| No man can test me, so why try? | |
| Focus like a samurai, stronger than a | |
| Maitai Or a | |
| Tsunama, I mean | |
| Tsunami I rock it from | |
| MTV, to the | |
| BBC Radioactive waves short out your | |
| TV Aliens check it for me in the next galaxy | |
| Put it in a time capsule till the next century | |
| In a black out use it for electricity | |
| Danger, high voltage, don' t feed me their daily dosage | |
| I break it down mathematically, 99. 9 is the percentage | |
| Like closing fine wine the rhymes are vintage | |
| And the universal will gives me strength like spinach | |
| With dinage, | |
| I eat it like a tofu sandwich | |
| With cabbage, | |
| I ask your girl, she knows that | |
| I' m not the average | |
| Nigga, who claims to pull the trigga' | |
| Reality' s the root of the rhymes that | |
| I configure | |
| Phony... Baloney, swear like | |
| Don Corleone | |
| But when shit hit the fan they start crying like | |
| Pretty Tony | |
| Tender like | |
| Roni... but wish to be bad like | |
| Bobby Been there, done that, smashed up, rockin' rhymes is my hobby | |
| You' re probably like, what' s he on | |
| Cause I rock it from the start, till the beat is gone | |
| Not in the mafia but | |
| I' m the microphone | |
| Don And the words that | |
| I shoot out my mouth are teflon | |
| Jeru never touch ya, | |
| Microphone wrecka' | |
| Meet out in the stretcha', step up in my center | |
| Try to match wits but the mental will crush ya | |
| Jeru the Damaja, the | |
| Suntoucher. | |
| Peace... Yeah, this is it right here, how we' flowin down... |