Log Cabin Lyrics
| Song | Log Cabin |
| Artist | Juga-Naut |
| Artist | Giallo Point |
| Album | Back to the Grill Again |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Thomas Higgins | |
| 作曲 : Barrie Dixon | |
| Living legend, tip my hat, mixed Arawak, | |
| Arafat, Aromatic snack, mount Ararat, | |
| Split the Caramac, hit you with the battle axe, | |
| Make a hit with snoop like battle cat, no battlerap | |
| Shake the rattle, rattle of the facts, rattle of the gat | |
| African Gap, Afro-centric, Aphrodisiac, | |
| Sapeosex, Sail Away, Enya, pay cheque, | |
| My wax sounds great on the deck, | |
| better pay respect | |
| I catch wreck, paisley check, my Pyjama leg | |
| No farmed eggs, no drama, no borrow beg | |
| No common sense, only pounds we don’t follow pence, the room was tense, | |
| so I shook hands and made friends | |
| Made ends, in the ends, Play loose ends | |
| Two Tens, two dragon stouts, two loose hens, | |
| Shoes need cleaning, soufflé steaming, | |
| They can’t believe I made it in like the toupee demon | |
| Tyna shut the federal government down, In council block screaming where’s the government now | |
| Head covered in crown, head back, I’m in love with the town, fender Rhodes, I’m in love with the sounds | |
| Defend the roads, road smart, street smart, | |
| Play with the stove, well defined like Arabian nose | |
| I decline all the faker and foes, I just rhyme to remind all the haters I’m the best out. Full stop. | |
| the final boss of the words | |
| the final boss of the words | |
| the final boss of the words | |
| Bought the moon and the stars | |
| But it cost me the earth X2 | |
| It will cost you for the verse, I will volley and serve | |
| Fresh pine cone scent, with the holly and fir, | |
| In a Cabin with fire ablaze, I’m ablazoned in a blazer that’s adored with the shape of maze, | |
| Three sixty waves, three sixty days, five of for play | |
| Kid and play, five on it play, eat your five day | |
| Free your mind and your body will follow | |
| My souls made a home, while your body is hollow, | |
| Carved out my niche like zoro, capeeesh, do you follow Gabici velour, davinci on the peachy wallo, | |
| That’s the art on the kicks, I start on the kick, | |
| One, the snare told me on twos where I live, | |
| A hundred rooms in the crib, | |
| a hundred times that I new I would slip, a hundred rhymes I produced from my lips | |
| A hundred crimes I would do just to live, a hundred flights I would climbed just to fly, when I knew I would brick, shit |
| zuo ci : Thomas Higgins | |
| zuo qu : Barrie Dixon | |
| Living legend, tip my hat, mixed Arawak, | |
| Arafat, Aromatic snack, mount Ararat, | |
| Split the Caramac, hit you with the battle axe, | |
| Make a hit with snoop like battle cat, no battlerap | |
| Shake the rattle, rattle of the facts, rattle of the gat | |
| African Gap, Afrocentric, Aphrodisiac, | |
| Sapeosex, Sail Away, Enya, pay cheque, | |
| My wax sounds great on the deck, | |
| better pay respect | |
| I catch wreck, paisley check, my Pyjama leg | |
| No farmed eggs, no drama, no borrow beg | |
| No common sense, only pounds we don' t follow pence, the room was tense, | |
| so I shook hands and made friends | |
| Made ends, in the ends, Play loose ends | |
| Two Tens, two dragon stouts, two loose hens, | |
| Shoes need cleaning, souffle steaming, | |
| They can' t believe I made it in like the toupee demon | |
| Tyna shut the federal government down, In council block screaming where' s the government now | |
| Head covered in crown, head back, I' m in love with the town, fender Rhodes, I' m in love with the sounds | |
| Defend the roads, road smart, street smart, | |
| Play with the stove, well defined like Arabian nose | |
| I decline all the faker and foes, I just rhyme to remind all the haters I' m the best out. Full stop. | |
| the final boss of the words | |
| the final boss of the words | |
| the final boss of the words | |
| Bought the moon and the stars | |
| But it cost me the earth X2 | |
| It will cost you for the verse, I will volley and serve | |
| Fresh pine cone scent, with the holly and fir, | |
| In a Cabin with fire ablaze, I' m ablazoned in a blazer that' s adored with the shape of maze, | |
| Three sixty waves, three sixty days, five of for play | |
| Kid and play, five on it play, eat your five day | |
| Free your mind and your body will follow | |
| My souls made a home, while your body is hollow, | |
| Carved out my niche like zoro, capeeesh, do you follow Gabici velour, davinci on the peachy wallo, | |
| That' s the art on the kicks, I start on the kick, | |
| One, the snare told me on twos where I live, | |
| A hundred rooms in the crib, | |
| a hundred times that I new I would slip, a hundred rhymes I produced from my lips | |
| A hundred crimes I would do just to live, a hundred flights I would climbed just to fly, when I knew I would brick, shit |
| zuò cí : Thomas Higgins | |
| zuò qǔ : Barrie Dixon | |
| Living legend, tip my hat, mixed Arawak, | |
| Arafat, Aromatic snack, mount Ararat, | |
| Split the Caramac, hit you with the battle axe, | |
| Make a hit with snoop like battle cat, no battlerap | |
| Shake the rattle, rattle of the facts, rattle of the gat | |
| African Gap, Afrocentric, Aphrodisiac, | |
| Sapeosex, Sail Away, Enya, pay cheque, | |
| My wax sounds great on the deck, | |
| better pay respect | |
| I catch wreck, paisley check, my Pyjama leg | |
| No farmed eggs, no drama, no borrow beg | |
| No common sense, only pounds we don' t follow pence, the room was tense, | |
| so I shook hands and made friends | |
| Made ends, in the ends, Play loose ends | |
| Two Tens, two dragon stouts, two loose hens, | |
| Shoes need cleaning, soufflé steaming, | |
| They can' t believe I made it in like the toupee demon | |
| Tyna shut the federal government down, In council block screaming where' s the government now | |
| Head covered in crown, head back, I' m in love with the town, fender Rhodes, I' m in love with the sounds | |
| Defend the roads, road smart, street smart, | |
| Play with the stove, well defined like Arabian nose | |
| I decline all the faker and foes, I just rhyme to remind all the haters I' m the best out. Full stop. | |
| the final boss of the words | |
| the final boss of the words | |
| the final boss of the words | |
| Bought the moon and the stars | |
| But it cost me the earth X2 | |
| It will cost you for the verse, I will volley and serve | |
| Fresh pine cone scent, with the holly and fir, | |
| In a Cabin with fire ablaze, I' m ablazoned in a blazer that' s adored with the shape of maze, | |
| Three sixty waves, three sixty days, five of for play | |
| Kid and play, five on it play, eat your five day | |
| Free your mind and your body will follow | |
| My souls made a home, while your body is hollow, | |
| Carved out my niche like zoro, capeeesh, do you follow Gabici velour, davinci on the peachy wallo, | |
| That' s the art on the kicks, I start on the kick, | |
| One, the snare told me on twos where I live, | |
| A hundred rooms in the crib, | |
| a hundred times that I new I would slip, a hundred rhymes I produced from my lips | |
| A hundred crimes I would do just to live, a hundred flights I would climbed just to fly, when I knew I would brick, shit |
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