Song | Lyrics Of Fury |
Artist | Tricky |
Album | Pre Millennium Tension |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Eric B. & W. Griffin | |
作词 : Barrier, Griffin, Tricky | |
I'm rated 'R'...this is a warning, ya better void, | |
Poets are paranoid, DJ's destroyed, | |
'Cause I came back to attack others in spite- | |
Strike like lightnin', It's quite frightenin' | |
But don't be afraid in the dark, in a park, | |
Not a scream or a cry, or a bark, more like a spark; | |
Tremble like a alcoholic, muscles tighten up, | |
What's that, lighten up, you see a sight but, | |
Suddenly you feel like you're in a horror flick, | |
You grab your heart then wish for tomorrow quick. | |
Music's the clue, when I come your warned, | |
Apocolypse Now, when I'm done, ya gone. | |
Haven't you ever heard of a MC-murderer? | |
This is the death penalty,and I'm servin' a | |
Death wish, so come on, step to this | |
Hysterical idea for a lyrical perfectionist | |
Friday the thirteenth, walking down Elm Street, | |
You come in my realm ya get beat, | |
This is off limits, so your visions are blurry, | |
All ya see is the meters at a volume, | |
Pumping lyrics of fury | |
Terror in the styles, never error-files, | |
Indeed I'm known-your exiled! | |
For those that oppose to be level or next to this | |
I ain't a devil and this ain't the exorcist. | |
Worse than a nightmare, you don't have to sleep a wink, | |
The pain's a migraine every time ya think, | |
Flashbacks interfere, ya start to hear: | |
The R-A-K-I-M in your ear; | |
Then the beat is hysterical, | |
That makes Eric go get a ax and chops the wack, | |
Soon the lyrical format is superior, | |
Faces of death remain, | |
MC's decaying, 'cause they never stayed, | |
The scene of a crime every night at the show, | |
The fiend of a rhyme on the mic that you know, | |
It's only one capable, breaks-the unbreakable, | |
Melodies-unmakable, pattern-unecscapable, | |
A horn if want the style I posses, | |
I bless the child, the earth, the gods and bomb the rest, | |
For those that envy a MC it can be, | |
Hazardous to your health so be friendly, | |
A matter of life and death, just like a etch-a-sketch, | |
Shake 'till your clear, make it disappear, make the next, | |
After the ceremony, let the rhyme rest in peace, | |
If not, my soul'll release | |
The scene is recreated, reincarnated, updated, I'm glad you made it, | |
'Cause you're about to see a disasterous sight, | |
A performance never again performed on a mic: | |
Lyrics of fury. |
zuo qu : Eric B. W. Griffin | |
zuo ci : Barrier, Griffin, Tricky | |
I' m rated ' R'... this is a warning, ya better void, | |
Poets are paranoid, DJ' s destroyed, | |
' Cause I came back to attack others in spite | |
Strike like lightnin', It' s quite frightenin' | |
But don' t be afraid in the dark, in a park, | |
Not a scream or a cry, or a bark, more like a spark | |
Tremble like a alcoholic, muscles tighten up, | |
What' s that, lighten up, you see a sight but, | |
Suddenly you feel like you' re in a horror flick, | |
You grab your heart then wish for tomorrow quick. | |
Music' s the clue, when I come your warned, | |
Apocolypse Now, when I' m done, ya gone. | |
Haven' t you ever heard of a MCmurderer? | |
This is the death penalty, and I' m servin' a | |
Death wish, so come on, step to this | |
Hysterical idea for a lyrical perfectionist | |
Friday the thirteenth, walking down Elm Street, | |
You come in my realm ya get beat, | |
This is off limits, so your visions are blurry, | |
All ya see is the meters at a volume, | |
Pumping lyrics of fury | |
Terror in the styles, never errorfiles, | |
Indeed I' m knownyour exiled! | |
For those that oppose to be level or next to this | |
I ain' t a devil and this ain' t the exorcist. | |
Worse than a nightmare, you don' t have to sleep a wink, | |
The pain' s a migraine every time ya think, | |
Flashbacks interfere, ya start to hear: | |
The RAKIM in your ear | |
Then the beat is hysterical, | |
That makes Eric go get a ax and chops the wack, | |
Soon the lyrical format is superior, | |
Faces of death remain, | |
MC' s decaying, ' cause they never stayed, | |
The scene of a crime every night at the show, | |
The fiend of a rhyme on the mic that you know, | |
It' s only one capable, breaksthe unbreakable, | |
Melodiesunmakable, patternunecscapable, | |
A horn if want the style I posses, | |
I bless the child, the earth, the gods and bomb the rest, | |
For those that envy a MC it can be, | |
Hazardous to your health so be friendly, | |
A matter of life and death, just like a etchasketch, | |
Shake ' till your clear, make it disappear, make the next, | |
After the ceremony, let the rhyme rest in peace, | |
If not, my soul' ll release | |
The scene is recreated, reincarnated, updated, I' m glad you made it, | |
' Cause you' re about to see a disasterous sight, | |
A performance never again performed on a mic: | |
Lyrics of fury. |
zuò qǔ : Eric B. W. Griffin | |
zuò cí : Barrier, Griffin, Tricky | |
I' m rated ' R'... this is a warning, ya better void, | |
Poets are paranoid, DJ' s destroyed, | |
' Cause I came back to attack others in spite | |
Strike like lightnin', It' s quite frightenin' | |
But don' t be afraid in the dark, in a park, | |
Not a scream or a cry, or a bark, more like a spark | |
Tremble like a alcoholic, muscles tighten up, | |
What' s that, lighten up, you see a sight but, | |
Suddenly you feel like you' re in a horror flick, | |
You grab your heart then wish for tomorrow quick. | |
Music' s the clue, when I come your warned, | |
Apocolypse Now, when I' m done, ya gone. | |
Haven' t you ever heard of a MCmurderer? | |
This is the death penalty, and I' m servin' a | |
Death wish, so come on, step to this | |
Hysterical idea for a lyrical perfectionist | |
Friday the thirteenth, walking down Elm Street, | |
You come in my realm ya get beat, | |
This is off limits, so your visions are blurry, | |
All ya see is the meters at a volume, | |
Pumping lyrics of fury | |
Terror in the styles, never errorfiles, | |
Indeed I' m knownyour exiled! | |
For those that oppose to be level or next to this | |
I ain' t a devil and this ain' t the exorcist. | |
Worse than a nightmare, you don' t have to sleep a wink, | |
The pain' s a migraine every time ya think, | |
Flashbacks interfere, ya start to hear: | |
The RAKIM in your ear | |
Then the beat is hysterical, | |
That makes Eric go get a ax and chops the wack, | |
Soon the lyrical format is superior, | |
Faces of death remain, | |
MC' s decaying, ' cause they never stayed, | |
The scene of a crime every night at the show, | |
The fiend of a rhyme on the mic that you know, | |
It' s only one capable, breaksthe unbreakable, | |
Melodiesunmakable, patternunecscapable, | |
A horn if want the style I posses, | |
I bless the child, the earth, the gods and bomb the rest, | |
For those that envy a MC it can be, | |
Hazardous to your health so be friendly, | |
A matter of life and death, just like a etchasketch, | |
Shake ' till your clear, make it disappear, make the next, | |
After the ceremony, let the rhyme rest in peace, | |
If not, my soul' ll release | |
The scene is recreated, reincarnated, updated, I' m glad you made it, | |
' Cause you' re about to see a disasterous sight, | |
A performance never again performed on a mic: | |
Lyrics of fury. |