Song | Big Brother Beat |
Artist | De La Soul |
Album | Live at Tramps, NYC, 1996 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Anslem, Beze, Mason, Posdnuos ... | |
Ha ha ha ha | |
Ha, ha ha ha ha | |
Ha! ha ha ha ha | |
Ah-ha ha ha, ah-ha ha ha ha, ha!! | |
Intro/chorus: de la + mos def | |
Now this goes out to all area clicks | |
Centralized and way out in the sticks | |
Remember to keep the de la/de la/native tongue | |
In the mix | |
Just like log cabin syrup my sound is game thick | |
Now this goes out to all area clicks | |
From manicured lawns to projects bricks/bricks/from 718 to the 51-6 | |
Remember to keep the mos def/native tongue | |
In the mix | |
Straight butter hits, drop as a good as it gets/gets/straight butter hits | |
Verse one: mos def, dove, posdonus | |
Now, come on y'all, get live get down | |
What we have is a brand new sound | |
So don't none of y'all just be misled | |
The de la's gonna do the body good like wheat bread | |
Shakin laces out of shoes, mos def bought the brews | |
Sittin indian squats to make that red tie knots | |
See i'm out to get the core like in them rainbow pops | |
Swingin life like a hammock, invested like stocks | |
Via sinus complex, i aims to clog it up | |
Snappin by the pain as a crew hear the gain | |
We remain on your mind like skulls, not a golem | |
I'ma show it in the house all perimeters are blown | |
Native tongue come through to make you say yes yes | |
This is the body mos def style fresh like baby breath | |
We are the killer combination with the size to administer | |
The beatdown to swell up all three of your eyes | |
Chorus | |
Now check it out, and ya don't stop | |
We got the big brother beat, ya don't stop | |
(repeat 2x) | |
Verse two: mos def, posdonus, dove | |
I don't bug out i chill, don't be actin ill | |
No trick in ninety-six, native tongue gon build | |
But we be easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed | |
Cause to me, mc mean, make it clean | |
When i speak on groups and i'm smooth like gabba d | |
Tryin to hang out with dove and catch love in aberdine (word up) | |
I bag dimes like my man born on august 17 | |
Life be nuttin but a river son i'm swimmin upstream | |
Playin wait up, with the data servin your ears | |
With information due to confirmation of the nation's most | |
Wicked ways of livin, like them glassy eyed beans | |
Inhale to smoke the fiends, while bangin a table | |
Rated at the high point of the mass | |
Rippin mc's at the top of a class, occasionally | |
Rippin some sucker's face | |
Or some suckable ass from a girl | |
It's a big brother beat for the wide wide world | |
I'm makin memos off these demos back in eighty-nine | |
Took you all on encounters of an unknown kind (right) | |
Did the hustle with a couple of us, but soon noted | |
That my niggaz buttered benedict rolls, and then voted | |
I wrote in the dark so i could feel it like braille (uh-huh) | |
Heard the big brother beat, got locked with no bail | |
Came to set like equators invented, with the heat | |
Yo mos def how you radiate to make it complete | |
Right *echoes*, so when i shine the light crabs wince | |
Manifestin for the future here in the present tense | |
No doubt, i love the sound biggin out off your jeeps | |
Son i want the little kids bangin big brother beats | |
Chorus | |
We straight butter hits, we straight butter hits | |
Perfecta, perfecta | |
(repeat 3x) | |
Word up |
zuo ci : Anslem, Beze, Mason, Posdnuos ... | |
Ha ha ha ha | |
Ha, ha ha ha ha | |
Ha! ha ha ha ha | |
Ahha ha ha, ahha ha ha ha, ha!! | |
Intro chorus: de la mos def | |
Now this goes out to all area clicks | |
Centralized and way out in the sticks | |
Remember to keep the de la de la native tongue | |
In the mix | |
Just like log cabin syrup my sound is game thick | |
Now this goes out to all area clicks | |
From manicured lawns to projects bricks bricks from 718 to the 516 | |
Remember to keep the mos def native tongue | |
In the mix | |
Straight butter hits, drop as a good as it gets gets straight butter hits | |
Verse one: mos def, dove, posdonus | |
Now, come on y' all, get live get down | |
What we have is a brand new sound | |
So don' t none of y' all just be misled | |
The de la' s gonna do the body good like wheat bread | |
Shakin laces out of shoes, mos def bought the brews | |
Sittin indian squats to make that red tie knots | |
See i' m out to get the core like in them rainbow pops | |
Swingin life like a hammock, invested like stocks | |
Via sinus complex, i aims to clog it up | |
Snappin by the pain as a crew hear the gain | |
We remain on your mind like skulls, not a golem | |
I' ma show it in the house all perimeters are blown | |
Native tongue come through to make you say yes yes | |
This is the body mos def style fresh like baby breath | |
We are the killer combination with the size to administer | |
The beatdown to swell up all three of your eyes | |
Chorus | |
Now check it out, and ya don' t stop | |
We got the big brother beat, ya don' t stop | |
repeat 2x | |
Verse two: mos def, posdonus, dove | |
I don' t bug out i chill, don' t be actin ill | |
No trick in ninetysix, native tongue gon build | |
But we be easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed | |
Cause to me, mc mean, make it clean | |
When i speak on groups and i' m smooth like gabba d | |
Tryin to hang out with dove and catch love in aberdine word up | |
I bag dimes like my man born on august 17 | |
Life be nuttin but a river son i' m swimmin upstream | |
Playin wait up, with the data servin your ears | |
With information due to confirmation of the nation' s most | |
Wicked ways of livin, like them glassy eyed beans | |
Inhale to smoke the fiends, while bangin a table | |
Rated at the high point of the mass | |
Rippin mc' s at the top of a class, occasionally | |
Rippin some sucker' s face | |
Or some suckable ass from a girl | |
It' s a big brother beat for the wide wide world | |
I' m makin memos off these demos back in eightynine | |
Took you all on encounters of an unknown kind right | |
Did the hustle with a couple of us, but soon noted | |
That my niggaz buttered benedict rolls, and then voted | |
I wrote in the dark so i could feel it like braille uhhuh | |
Heard the big brother beat, got locked with no bail | |
Came to set like equators invented, with the heat | |
Yo mos def how you radiate to make it complete | |
Right echoes, so when i shine the light crabs wince | |
Manifestin for the future here in the present tense | |
No doubt, i love the sound biggin out off your jeeps | |
Son i want the little kids bangin big brother beats | |
Chorus | |
We straight butter hits, we straight butter hits | |
Perfecta, perfecta | |
repeat 3x | |
Word up |
zuò cí : Anslem, Beze, Mason, Posdnuos ... | |
Ha ha ha ha | |
Ha, ha ha ha ha | |
Ha! ha ha ha ha | |
Ahha ha ha, ahha ha ha ha, ha!! | |
Intro chorus: de la mos def | |
Now this goes out to all area clicks | |
Centralized and way out in the sticks | |
Remember to keep the de la de la native tongue | |
In the mix | |
Just like log cabin syrup my sound is game thick | |
Now this goes out to all area clicks | |
From manicured lawns to projects bricks bricks from 718 to the 516 | |
Remember to keep the mos def native tongue | |
In the mix | |
Straight butter hits, drop as a good as it gets gets straight butter hits | |
Verse one: mos def, dove, posdonus | |
Now, come on y' all, get live get down | |
What we have is a brand new sound | |
So don' t none of y' all just be misled | |
The de la' s gonna do the body good like wheat bread | |
Shakin laces out of shoes, mos def bought the brews | |
Sittin indian squats to make that red tie knots | |
See i' m out to get the core like in them rainbow pops | |
Swingin life like a hammock, invested like stocks | |
Via sinus complex, i aims to clog it up | |
Snappin by the pain as a crew hear the gain | |
We remain on your mind like skulls, not a golem | |
I' ma show it in the house all perimeters are blown | |
Native tongue come through to make you say yes yes | |
This is the body mos def style fresh like baby breath | |
We are the killer combination with the size to administer | |
The beatdown to swell up all three of your eyes | |
Chorus | |
Now check it out, and ya don' t stop | |
We got the big brother beat, ya don' t stop | |
repeat 2x | |
Verse two: mos def, posdonus, dove | |
I don' t bug out i chill, don' t be actin ill | |
No trick in ninetysix, native tongue gon build | |
But we be easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed | |
Cause to me, mc mean, make it clean | |
When i speak on groups and i' m smooth like gabba d | |
Tryin to hang out with dove and catch love in aberdine word up | |
I bag dimes like my man born on august 17 | |
Life be nuttin but a river son i' m swimmin upstream | |
Playin wait up, with the data servin your ears | |
With information due to confirmation of the nation' s most | |
Wicked ways of livin, like them glassy eyed beans | |
Inhale to smoke the fiends, while bangin a table | |
Rated at the high point of the mass | |
Rippin mc' s at the top of a class, occasionally | |
Rippin some sucker' s face | |
Or some suckable ass from a girl | |
It' s a big brother beat for the wide wide world | |
I' m makin memos off these demos back in eightynine | |
Took you all on encounters of an unknown kind right | |
Did the hustle with a couple of us, but soon noted | |
That my niggaz buttered benedict rolls, and then voted | |
I wrote in the dark so i could feel it like braille uhhuh | |
Heard the big brother beat, got locked with no bail | |
Came to set like equators invented, with the heat | |
Yo mos def how you radiate to make it complete | |
Right echoes, so when i shine the light crabs wince | |
Manifestin for the future here in the present tense | |
No doubt, i love the sound biggin out off your jeeps | |
Son i want the little kids bangin big brother beats | |
Chorus | |
We straight butter hits, we straight butter hits | |
Perfecta, perfecta | |
repeat 3x | |
Word up |