Song | Step Into The Realm - Live (1999 Bowery Ballroom) |
Artist | The Roots |
Album | The Roots Come Alive |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Abdul-Basit, Black Thought ... | |
Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught | |
And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart | |
Yo, I walk a-cross this, world that's deceptive | |
Beats are perfected, the ghetto's infested | |
With more destruction, my vocal eruption | |
Was speakin bout corruption with no introduction | |
Approach me with caution cause | |
I spark losses | |
M-illitant the rap arson, marchin | |
Leavin niggaz stiff like | |
I'm starchin, departin | |
Hollywood sambos and jokes just like martin | |
I'm the type of nigga that belongs in a ward | |
With a mic and a cord, to hold your head with a sword | |
Some proclaim lames, callin theyselves bold | |
They shall be flawed, when the claps applaud | |
If this a point of life, one | |
I can't afford | |
Then I have to get sheist and | |
I deal in fraud | |
Now back to the topic of, the rap philosopher | |
With more drama than a soap opera | |
Who stops the propoganda, the hot block commander | |
Puttin a halt to all the backtalk and slander | |
Warn every challenger, about the silencer | |
Muzzle in your mouth for the days that's on the calendar | |
Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught | |
And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart | |
I'm from the valley of the heavyheads, watch the ghetto pre-medical | |
Undergrads, and steady red faces of stone | |
Eyes are crevices, life like a double negative | |
Philly crimin-al, | |
I rhyme my, dirt tariq already did | |
Buildin this, fifth foundation in the wilderness | |
Thought-less, trespass and enter thought's fortress | |
Limitless entrance, paid, to the order of the | |
Cypher slaughterer, my mic slappin you senseless | |
Defenseless, niggaz never movin me inches | |
The beat fifth, invisi-ble in the trenches | |
Afficiando, awesome hip-hop drug problem | |
Fuck stardom, and chickens up in gotham | |
Poltergeist, slit or choke the mic, til it scream to me | |
Stop that, cash we conveniently got that | |
I stroll through your scenery cocked back | |
Me and hot mack, the nine-eight, el dorado cadillac jacks | |
Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught | |
And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart |
zuo ci : AbdulBasit, Black Thought ... | |
Step into the realm, you' re bound to get caught | |
And from this worldly life, you' ll soon depart | |
Yo, I walk across this, world that' s deceptive | |
Beats are perfected, the ghetto' s infested | |
With more destruction, my vocal eruption | |
Was speakin bout corruption with no introduction | |
Approach me with caution cause | |
I spark losses | |
Millitant the rap arson, marchin | |
Leavin niggaz stiff like | |
I' m starchin, departin | |
Hollywood sambos and jokes just like martin | |
I' m the type of nigga that belongs in a ward | |
With a mic and a cord, to hold your head with a sword | |
Some proclaim lames, callin theyselves bold | |
They shall be flawed, when the claps applaud | |
If this a point of life, one | |
I can' t afford | |
Then I have to get sheist and | |
I deal in fraud | |
Now back to the topic of, the rap philosopher | |
With more drama than a soap opera | |
Who stops the propoganda, the hot block commander | |
Puttin a halt to all the backtalk and slander | |
Warn every challenger, about the silencer | |
Muzzle in your mouth for the days that' s on the calendar | |
Step into the realm, you' re bound to get caught | |
And from this worldly life, you' ll soon depart | |
I' m from the valley of the heavyheads, watch the ghetto premedical | |
Undergrads, and steady red faces of stone | |
Eyes are crevices, life like a double negative | |
Philly criminal, | |
I rhyme my, dirt tariq already did | |
Buildin this, fifth foundation in the wilderness | |
Thoughtless, trespass and enter thought' s fortress | |
Limitless entrance, paid, to the order of the | |
Cypher slaughterer, my mic slappin you senseless | |
Defenseless, niggaz never movin me inches | |
The beat fifth, invisible in the trenches | |
Afficiando, awesome hiphop drug problem | |
Fuck stardom, and chickens up in gotham | |
Poltergeist, slit or choke the mic, til it scream to me | |
Stop that, cash we conveniently got that | |
I stroll through your scenery cocked back | |
Me and hot mack, the nineeight, el dorado cadillac jacks | |
Step into the realm, you' re bound to get caught | |
And from this worldly life, you' ll soon depart |
zuò cí : AbdulBasit, Black Thought ... | |
Step into the realm, you' re bound to get caught | |
And from this worldly life, you' ll soon depart | |
Yo, I walk across this, world that' s deceptive | |
Beats are perfected, the ghetto' s infested | |
With more destruction, my vocal eruption | |
Was speakin bout corruption with no introduction | |
Approach me with caution cause | |
I spark losses | |
Millitant the rap arson, marchin | |
Leavin niggaz stiff like | |
I' m starchin, departin | |
Hollywood sambos and jokes just like martin | |
I' m the type of nigga that belongs in a ward | |
With a mic and a cord, to hold your head with a sword | |
Some proclaim lames, callin theyselves bold | |
They shall be flawed, when the claps applaud | |
If this a point of life, one | |
I can' t afford | |
Then I have to get sheist and | |
I deal in fraud | |
Now back to the topic of, the rap philosopher | |
With more drama than a soap opera | |
Who stops the propoganda, the hot block commander | |
Puttin a halt to all the backtalk and slander | |
Warn every challenger, about the silencer | |
Muzzle in your mouth for the days that' s on the calendar | |
Step into the realm, you' re bound to get caught | |
And from this worldly life, you' ll soon depart | |
I' m from the valley of the heavyheads, watch the ghetto premedical | |
Undergrads, and steady red faces of stone | |
Eyes are crevices, life like a double negative | |
Philly criminal, | |
I rhyme my, dirt tariq already did | |
Buildin this, fifth foundation in the wilderness | |
Thoughtless, trespass and enter thought' s fortress | |
Limitless entrance, paid, to the order of the | |
Cypher slaughterer, my mic slappin you senseless | |
Defenseless, niggaz never movin me inches | |
The beat fifth, invisible in the trenches | |
Afficiando, awesome hiphop drug problem | |
Fuck stardom, and chickens up in gotham | |
Poltergeist, slit or choke the mic, til it scream to me | |
Stop that, cash we conveniently got that | |
I stroll through your scenery cocked back | |
Me and hot mack, the nineeight, el dorado cadillac jacks | |
Step into the realm, you' re bound to get caught | |
And from this worldly life, you' ll soon depart |