| 作曲 : Tariq Trotter/A.P. Thompson/L. Ron Hubbard/Charles Douglas | |
| [Hook:] Somebody's gotta be there when it gets ugly | |
| Somebody's gotta be there when it gets bloody | |
| Somebody's gotta get their hands dirty | |
| Yo, it's a fucked up job but somebody's gotta do it | |
| Somebody's gotta come up with a plan | |
| And be there when the shit hits the fan | |
| I hope ya'll out there understand | |
| Look man it's a fucked up job, but somebody's gotta do it [Riq Gees:] | |
| Yeah ya'll, ideal for a lyrical perfectionist | |
| Raw, that's what every soldier in my collective is | |
| Thought, control level is that of a gold medalist | |
| My level headedness make it come off so effortless | |
| The rebel is a opposite extreme of devilish | |
| Back setting it with the answer to your deficit | |
| My track record is hot shit, consecutive | |
| Smug, I got game just like a record executive | |
| A kiss to the feminine girls loving a gentlemen | |
| A genius slash gangsta with a skill for swindling | |
| Bet on Black | |
| Bet these cats that's all gelatin | |
| Will fall back spittin' them raps that's unintelligent | |
| Raps that cap, rabid rattlin' out the gattlin' | |
| Crippling rhymes whistlin' past, blow you back in | |
| Smellin' your blood now | |
| I'm huntin' | |
| Blowin' your front in for frontin' what up cousin? | |
| Oh, now it's nothin' | |
| Yo, you can't go beyond a point of no returning | |
| I flip like my name | |
| Turner That's for certain nigga, | |
| Ted Turner, | |
| Nat Turner, nigga | |
| Ike Turner | |
| The raw sojourner for truth | |
| The mic burner [Repeat Hook] [Jean Grae:] | |
| Mic malevolence defies violence | |
| I inherited | |
| Others just rentin' it like rooms at the | |
| Sheraton I gotta jones like | |
| Vanessa in the devil in- | |
| And y'all cold like a show in the | |
| Netherlands | |
| Cold shoulders and frozen aortic valves - | |
| So I don't form pals - conform to norms - morals different | |
| Gifted - use it to shift shit a mutant shape shifter when | |
| I spit it | |
| I'm liquid | |
| You could lick a million shots at the character of the body shell | |
| They'll just richochette nigga aura's hard as hell | |
| Before there was ain't hard to tell | |
| The mic's cycle coincided right with mine as well | |
| Since a minor | |
| I walked with the spine upstraight | |
| I learned to rhyme to feed the dinner plate | |
| I scraped barrel - even dined up on wine and steaks | |
| Cuz in the bone same marrow that apartheid chased | |
| The narrow margin with the haves and the have nots | |
| Will get smaller as | |
| I approach - so watch your stash box | |
| Fox logo if your fave is local | |
| Get bruised till you're the color of the | |
| Laker's logo | |
| This is work niggas [Repeat Hook] [Mac:] | |
| I made it - ain't nobody believe in me | |
| But this rap game is like selling coke legally | |
| Ain't no innovations - that takes concentration | |
| Nigga's celebrating not knowing the time they wasting | |
| Killin' mics is one of my aesthetics | |
| Rip very live so | |
| I'm an entertainer like | |
| Cedric Shit they play on radio's now give me a headache | |
| Can't slow me down | |
| I know where | |
| I'm headed | |
| The profit on kill if you let it | |
| Nigga's feeling energetic | |
| Wanna rumble - guns will come out | |
| Here come the paramedics | |
| I'm just trying to live like | |
| I've Devin | |
| Tired of my people failin' | |
| We all sin - the devil, what di | |
| I tell em | |
| Somebody gotta get their hands dirty and shoes muddy | |
| I see things vividly, ya'll vision is blurry | |
| Even if you hate - through my music you gone love | |
| Everybody with me and they was with me when it was ugly [Repeat Hook] |
| zuo qu : Tariq Trotter A. P. Thompson L. Ron Hubbard Charles Douglas | |
| Hook: Somebody' s gotta be there when it gets ugly | |
| Somebody' s gotta be there when it gets bloody | |
| Somebody' s gotta get their hands dirty | |
| Yo, it' s a fucked up job but somebody' s gotta do it | |
| Somebody' s gotta come up with a plan | |
| And be there when the shit hits the fan | |
| I hope ya' ll out there understand | |
| Look man it' s a fucked up job, but somebody' s gotta do it Riq Gees: | |
| Yeah ya' ll, ideal for a lyrical perfectionist | |
| Raw, that' s what every soldier in my collective is | |
| Thought, control level is that of a gold medalist | |
| My level headedness make it come off so effortless | |
| The rebel is a opposite extreme of devilish | |
| Back setting it with the answer to your deficit | |
| My track record is hot shit, consecutive | |
| Smug, I got game just like a record executive | |
| A kiss to the feminine girls loving a gentlemen | |
| A genius slash gangsta with a skill for swindling | |
| Bet on Black | |
| Bet these cats that' s all gelatin | |
| Will fall back spittin' them raps that' s unintelligent | |
| Raps that cap, rabid rattlin' out the gattlin' | |
| Crippling rhymes whistlin' past, blow you back in | |
| Smellin' your blood now | |
| I' m huntin' | |
| Blowin' your front in for frontin' what up cousin? | |
| Oh, now it' s nothin' | |
| Yo, you can' t go beyond a point of no returning | |
| I flip like my name | |
| Turner That' s for certain nigga, | |
| Ted Turner, | |
| Nat Turner, nigga | |
| Ike Turner | |
| The raw sojourner for truth | |
| The mic burner Repeat Hook Jean Grae: | |
| Mic malevolence defies violence | |
| I inherited | |
| Others just rentin' it like rooms at the | |
| Sheraton I gotta jones like | |
| Vanessa in the devil in | |
| And y' all cold like a show in the | |
| Netherlands | |
| Cold shoulders and frozen aortic valves | |
| So I don' t form pals conform to norms morals different | |
| Gifted use it to shift shit a mutant shape shifter when | |
| I spit it | |
| I' m liquid | |
| You could lick a million shots at the character of the body shell | |
| They' ll just richochette nigga aura' s hard as hell | |
| Before there was ain' t hard to tell | |
| The mic' s cycle coincided right with mine as well | |
| Since a minor | |
| I walked with the spine upstraight | |
| I learned to rhyme to feed the dinner plate | |
| I scraped barrel even dined up on wine and steaks | |
| Cuz in the bone same marrow that apartheid chased | |
| The narrow margin with the haves and the have nots | |
| Will get smaller as | |
| I approach so watch your stash box | |
| Fox logo if your fave is local | |
| Get bruised till you' re the color of the | |
| Laker' s logo | |
| This is work niggas Repeat Hook Mac: | |
| I made it ain' t nobody believe in me | |
| But this rap game is like selling coke legally | |
| Ain' t no innovations that takes concentration | |
| Nigga' s celebrating not knowing the time they wasting | |
| Killin' mics is one of my aesthetics | |
| Rip very live so | |
| I' m an entertainer like | |
| Cedric Shit they play on radio' s now give me a headache | |
| Can' t slow me down | |
| I know where | |
| I' m headed | |
| The profit on kill if you let it | |
| Nigga' s feeling energetic | |
| Wanna rumble guns will come out | |
| Here come the paramedics | |
| I' m just trying to live like | |
| I' ve Devin | |
| Tired of my people failin' | |
| We all sin the devil, what di | |
| I tell em | |
| Somebody gotta get their hands dirty and shoes muddy | |
| I see things vividly, ya' ll vision is blurry | |
| Even if you hate through my music you gone love | |
| Everybody with me and they was with me when it was ugly Repeat Hook |
| zuò qǔ : Tariq Trotter A. P. Thompson L. Ron Hubbard Charles Douglas | |
| Hook: Somebody' s gotta be there when it gets ugly | |
| Somebody' s gotta be there when it gets bloody | |
| Somebody' s gotta get their hands dirty | |
| Yo, it' s a fucked up job but somebody' s gotta do it | |
| Somebody' s gotta come up with a plan | |
| And be there when the shit hits the fan | |
| I hope ya' ll out there understand | |
| Look man it' s a fucked up job, but somebody' s gotta do it Riq Gees: | |
| Yeah ya' ll, ideal for a lyrical perfectionist | |
| Raw, that' s what every soldier in my collective is | |
| Thought, control level is that of a gold medalist | |
| My level headedness make it come off so effortless | |
| The rebel is a opposite extreme of devilish | |
| Back setting it with the answer to your deficit | |
| My track record is hot shit, consecutive | |
| Smug, I got game just like a record executive | |
| A kiss to the feminine girls loving a gentlemen | |
| A genius slash gangsta with a skill for swindling | |
| Bet on Black | |
| Bet these cats that' s all gelatin | |
| Will fall back spittin' them raps that' s unintelligent | |
| Raps that cap, rabid rattlin' out the gattlin' | |
| Crippling rhymes whistlin' past, blow you back in | |
| Smellin' your blood now | |
| I' m huntin' | |
| Blowin' your front in for frontin' what up cousin? | |
| Oh, now it' s nothin' | |
| Yo, you can' t go beyond a point of no returning | |
| I flip like my name | |
| Turner That' s for certain nigga, | |
| Ted Turner, | |
| Nat Turner, nigga | |
| Ike Turner | |
| The raw sojourner for truth | |
| The mic burner Repeat Hook Jean Grae: | |
| Mic malevolence defies violence | |
| I inherited | |
| Others just rentin' it like rooms at the | |
| Sheraton I gotta jones like | |
| Vanessa in the devil in | |
| And y' all cold like a show in the | |
| Netherlands | |
| Cold shoulders and frozen aortic valves | |
| So I don' t form pals conform to norms morals different | |
| Gifted use it to shift shit a mutant shape shifter when | |
| I spit it | |
| I' m liquid | |
| You could lick a million shots at the character of the body shell | |
| They' ll just richochette nigga aura' s hard as hell | |
| Before there was ain' t hard to tell | |
| The mic' s cycle coincided right with mine as well | |
| Since a minor | |
| I walked with the spine upstraight | |
| I learned to rhyme to feed the dinner plate | |
| I scraped barrel even dined up on wine and steaks | |
| Cuz in the bone same marrow that apartheid chased | |
| The narrow margin with the haves and the have nots | |
| Will get smaller as | |
| I approach so watch your stash box | |
| Fox logo if your fave is local | |
| Get bruised till you' re the color of the | |
| Laker' s logo | |
| This is work niggas Repeat Hook Mac: | |
| I made it ain' t nobody believe in me | |
| But this rap game is like selling coke legally | |
| Ain' t no innovations that takes concentration | |
| Nigga' s celebrating not knowing the time they wasting | |
| Killin' mics is one of my aesthetics | |
| Rip very live so | |
| I' m an entertainer like | |
| Cedric Shit they play on radio' s now give me a headache | |
| Can' t slow me down | |
| I know where | |
| I' m headed | |
| The profit on kill if you let it | |
| Nigga' s feeling energetic | |
| Wanna rumble guns will come out | |
| Here come the paramedics | |
| I' m just trying to live like | |
| I' ve Devin | |
| Tired of my people failin' | |
| We all sin the devil, what di | |
| I tell em | |
| Somebody gotta get their hands dirty and shoes muddy | |
| I see things vividly, ya' ll vision is blurry | |
| Even if you hate through my music you gone love | |
| Everybody with me and they was with me when it was ugly Repeat Hook |
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