Song | Supa Ninjaz |
Artist | Cappadonna |
Album | The Pillage |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Harris, Hawkins, Hill, Smith | |
(repeating in background:"rock, the body body -- rock the body body" | |
[u-god] | |
Dino the dart specialist | |
Knahmean? | |
Golden arms, yo | |
Meth-tical, john john do your thing thing | |
What? check it | |
The all eye seein, heavenly divine | |
The truth brings out, the temper in my spine | |
A hill sound again, feelin symptoms that bit me | |
I feel for you victims, with everything up in me (uh-huh) | |
A head ringa, stuffed in sidewalls of frenzy | |
Back the fuck up, cause i'm stimmi off the remi | |
A semi bloodshot eye, donkey dick of nuts | |
Every cut, i split and try and felt the guts (what?) | |
Nigga what, earthquakin speech, woofer hissin | |
The razor faced victims, whew, that's what kissed em | |
Appropriate precaution, surroundin, certain it curtains | |
I'm dumbfounded, i'm poundin, the pavement | |
For mental enslavement, i'm cravin, a misbehavin savior | |
America the grave for gun wavers (what?) | |
The wave runners, what the blood seed again | |
Make you wonder, about the thunder underneath the skin (hmm) | |
The sapphire rhymes slap fire out your minds | |
With right timin, bite with vampire rhymes | |
[method man] | |
Hmm, eye spy, with my crooked eye | |
Full metal street soldiers, born to die | |
Put em up yeah fuck yeah, when it's hammertime | |
Niggaz can't be touched here, the true and livin | |
Night vision unseen, like jean | |
When i hack men the unforgiven, left in prison | |
In the wu-tang dirty dungeon, now you succumbin | |
To my twelve part dirty dozens, flabbergasted | |
By tracks that be tru mastered, opposites attract | |
Beef plus they ass backwards, stick yourself | |
Til i'm felt, this ass whoopin, is bein dealt | |
Like hot beans-and-butter nigga, i got the belt | |
What the deal huh? swing low, sweet chariot | |
I walk the underground railroad, with harriett | |
Just a slave to the rhythm - victims i'm like alien | |
About to put that shit up in em, i can't live | |
Without my radio, a 100 miles and runnin | |
T2 judgment comin, nobody's safe | |
When i reminisce about case, still hit the staircase | |
When the coppers give chase, i give em finger | |
The only hip-hop singer, to tell america | |
To kiss his killer bee stinger, nothin can save ya | |
From this major misbehavior, heavy hands | |
Layin corners in the elevator, guard your grill | |
[cappadonna] | |
I speculate, get my darts straight, don't exaggerate | |
Dictate, do it with the papermate, set the plate | |
Set the bait, checkmate, fuckin with cha mental state | |
Double take, meditate, earthquake, vgl contemplate | |
Big boys integrate; catch you at the sess skate | |
Army tank, high rank, got the bank | |
Got the shank talk the talk walk the walk from new york | |
To up north to downstate to l.a., to all day | |
To cliches to instant replays, to all the dj's | |
To bj's in the pj's, equality days | |
With money like legs i plant eggs, pele roundhead | |
The dog bred, snakes runnin from red, catch dead | |
Raekwon is on, take your uniform, we perform | |
Shit like gangs in now born, check for new don | |
Fuck a yukon, you been warned, we the realest | |
We never were conned, duffed out and knowledge born | |
("rock, the body body - rock the body body") - repeat til fade |
zuo ci : Harris, Hawkins, Hill, Smith | |
repeating in background:" rock, the body body rock the body body" | |
ugod | |
Dino the dart specialist | |
Knahmean? | |
Golden arms, yo | |
Methtical, john john do your thing thing | |
What? check it | |
The all eye seein, heavenly divine | |
The truth brings out, the temper in my spine | |
A hill sound again, feelin symptoms that bit me | |
I feel for you victims, with everything up in me uhhuh | |
A head ringa, stuffed in sidewalls of frenzy | |
Back the fuck up, cause i' m stimmi off the remi | |
A semi bloodshot eye, donkey dick of nuts | |
Every cut, i split and try and felt the guts what? | |
Nigga what, earthquakin speech, woofer hissin | |
The razor faced victims, whew, that' s what kissed em | |
Appropriate precaution, surroundin, certain it curtains | |
I' m dumbfounded, i' m poundin, the pavement | |
For mental enslavement, i' m cravin, a misbehavin savior | |
America the grave for gun wavers what? | |
The wave runners, what the blood seed again | |
Make you wonder, about the thunder underneath the skin hmm | |
The sapphire rhymes slap fire out your minds | |
With right timin, bite with vampire rhymes | |
method man | |
Hmm, eye spy, with my crooked eye | |
Full metal street soldiers, born to die | |
Put em up yeah fuck yeah, when it' s hammertime | |
Niggaz can' t be touched here, the true and livin | |
Night vision unseen, like jean | |
When i hack men the unforgiven, left in prison | |
In the wutang dirty dungeon, now you succumbin | |
To my twelve part dirty dozens, flabbergasted | |
By tracks that be tru mastered, opposites attract | |
Beef plus they ass backwards, stick yourself | |
Til i' m felt, this ass whoopin, is bein dealt | |
Like hot beansandbutter nigga, i got the belt | |
What the deal huh? swing low, sweet chariot | |
I walk the underground railroad, with harriett | |
Just a slave to the rhythm victims i' m like alien | |
About to put that shit up in em, i can' t live | |
Without my radio, a 100 miles and runnin | |
T2 judgment comin, nobody' s safe | |
When i reminisce about case, still hit the staircase | |
When the coppers give chase, i give em finger | |
The only hiphop singer, to tell america | |
To kiss his killer bee stinger, nothin can save ya | |
From this major misbehavior, heavy hands | |
Layin corners in the elevator, guard your grill | |
cappadonna | |
I speculate, get my darts straight, don' t exaggerate | |
Dictate, do it with the papermate, set the plate | |
Set the bait, checkmate, fuckin with cha mental state | |
Double take, meditate, earthquake, vgl contemplate | |
Big boys integrate catch you at the sess skate | |
Army tank, high rank, got the bank | |
Got the shank talk the talk walk the walk from new york | |
To up north to downstate to l. a., to all day | |
To cliches to instant replays, to all the dj' s | |
To bj' s in the pj' s, equality days | |
With money like legs i plant eggs, pele roundhead | |
The dog bred, snakes runnin from red, catch dead | |
Raekwon is on, take your uniform, we perform | |
Shit like gangs in now born, check for new don | |
Fuck a yukon, you been warned, we the realest | |
We never were conned, duffed out and knowledge born | |
" rock, the body body rock the body body" repeat til fade |
zuò cí : Harris, Hawkins, Hill, Smith | |
repeating in background:" rock, the body body rock the body body" | |
ugod | |
Dino the dart specialist | |
Knahmean? | |
Golden arms, yo | |
Methtical, john john do your thing thing | |
What? check it | |
The all eye seein, heavenly divine | |
The truth brings out, the temper in my spine | |
A hill sound again, feelin symptoms that bit me | |
I feel for you victims, with everything up in me uhhuh | |
A head ringa, stuffed in sidewalls of frenzy | |
Back the fuck up, cause i' m stimmi off the remi | |
A semi bloodshot eye, donkey dick of nuts | |
Every cut, i split and try and felt the guts what? | |
Nigga what, earthquakin speech, woofer hissin | |
The razor faced victims, whew, that' s what kissed em | |
Appropriate precaution, surroundin, certain it curtains | |
I' m dumbfounded, i' m poundin, the pavement | |
For mental enslavement, i' m cravin, a misbehavin savior | |
America the grave for gun wavers what? | |
The wave runners, what the blood seed again | |
Make you wonder, about the thunder underneath the skin hmm | |
The sapphire rhymes slap fire out your minds | |
With right timin, bite with vampire rhymes | |
method man | |
Hmm, eye spy, with my crooked eye | |
Full metal street soldiers, born to die | |
Put em up yeah fuck yeah, when it' s hammertime | |
Niggaz can' t be touched here, the true and livin | |
Night vision unseen, like jean | |
When i hack men the unforgiven, left in prison | |
In the wutang dirty dungeon, now you succumbin | |
To my twelve part dirty dozens, flabbergasted | |
By tracks that be tru mastered, opposites attract | |
Beef plus they ass backwards, stick yourself | |
Til i' m felt, this ass whoopin, is bein dealt | |
Like hot beansandbutter nigga, i got the belt | |
What the deal huh? swing low, sweet chariot | |
I walk the underground railroad, with harriett | |
Just a slave to the rhythm victims i' m like alien | |
About to put that shit up in em, i can' t live | |
Without my radio, a 100 miles and runnin | |
T2 judgment comin, nobody' s safe | |
When i reminisce about case, still hit the staircase | |
When the coppers give chase, i give em finger | |
The only hiphop singer, to tell america | |
To kiss his killer bee stinger, nothin can save ya | |
From this major misbehavior, heavy hands | |
Layin corners in the elevator, guard your grill | |
cappadonna | |
I speculate, get my darts straight, don' t exaggerate | |
Dictate, do it with the papermate, set the plate | |
Set the bait, checkmate, fuckin with cha mental state | |
Double take, meditate, earthquake, vgl contemplate | |
Big boys integrate catch you at the sess skate | |
Army tank, high rank, got the bank | |
Got the shank talk the talk walk the walk from new york | |
To up north to downstate to l. a., to all day | |
To cliches to instant replays, to all the dj' s | |
To bj' s in the pj' s, equality days | |
With money like legs i plant eggs, pele roundhead | |
The dog bred, snakes runnin from red, catch dead | |
Raekwon is on, take your uniform, we perform | |
Shit like gangs in now born, check for new don | |
Fuck a yukon, you been warned, we the realest | |
We never were conned, duffed out and knowledge born | |
" rock, the body body rock the body body" repeat til fade |