Song | Long Island Degrees |
Artist | De La Soul |
Album | Stakes Is High |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Mason V., Posdnuos ... | |
It's strong island for real, where the critters run wild | |
The prefix is 516, the top of the dial | |
Through the | |
L.I. Sound, to the villa down under | |
And across the globe | |
I heard a lot of folks wonderin' | |
So when's it coming 'cause the stakes is high | |
See big money that waves, don't put the pen to my page | |
And ain't nothin' wrong with standing still and relaxing | |
And spendin' some of that cash that | |
Uncle Sam is gonna tax | |
A New York demeanor is sit back in the beamer | |
With nothing to lose but some gas and some minutes | |
Ignorin' the gazers 'cause some stars don't get petty | |
And that trash you talk is just | |
New Years confetti | |
It's like that y'all, but that's all 'bout to change | |
Like some of my own, people tend to act strange | |
I'm making a scene and it's served with it's capabilities | |
So set it at an island's degrees | |
It's strong island for real, the diagnosis is supreme | |
The prefix is 516, where microphones fiend | |
The voices that gots the gift, 'cause the world is on their shoulders | |
Makin' plans to switch from little rock to money boulders | |
The real proceed | |
My girl stands deep from | |
Nubians actin' like | |
Columbians sellin' keys | |
Characters have the tendency to con themselves | |
To think the | |
East Coast is only | |
New York and | |
Philadelph | |
You know the way we blow, your shit is played like pork | |
And as for what we be bringin' you, we live and direct from | |
New YorkI oughta say my fam causes commerces | |
Steppin' to me fool will get you punched out like a curse | |
It's like that y'all, let it all consume | |
Like them brothas who smoke, 'til they high like the moon | |
Soon to a town near you be them super emcees | |
Settin' them | |
Long Island degrees | |
I hit the | |
L.I.R.R. for big dreamers out east | |
And get your bank roll split, bangin' dents out your systems | |
Sellin' points to get the uppercut like | |
Sonny Liston | |
But eyes closed episodes, bring you back to zeroes | |
The same herp playin' like he | |
Casablanca | |
Blind to it, but | |
I'm a grind him up a cup of | |
SankaServin' dimes loves on tennis courts and sorts | |
Laid back like grown folks sippin' tea for sport | |
I be sweepin' up the room with my lyrical broom | |
While others rhymes smell like plastic like some lunch room utensil | |
The official color for this planet is green | |
Which growns in pockets of them people willing to scheme | |
Ain't no expose, these facts are from the mouth | |
Profilin' through | |
Island with that wind from down south | |
At last, be the world broad cast from the crew who gave you 3's | |
Magic on an island degrees | |
It's strong island for real where the critters smoke fritters | |
Night time excites time for the heavy hitters | |
Gang on hers 'cause in the mean time mine is home on date | |
Fluffin' pillows, impatiently waitin', ain't no debatin'' | |
Bout to settle, check the level stakes is high as the sky | |
I got questions about your life if you so ready to die | |
We in the last quarter y'all, somebody's gonna cry | |
I think they need to set the clock before the time pass by | |
In the round one no nines, my size can get swelly | |
Sensing danger, | |
I will play a ranger on my celly with my felly | |
We're wonderful like colorful flix | |
Provide a thread and needle, every time the stages get ripped | |
I grip upon the pleasure, sippin' the tea | |
On the island 'cause that island is the main artery | |
So uh, you better come and give respect for catch some of these | |
Knucks from the island degrees |
zuo ci : Mason V., Posdnuos ... | |
It' s strong island for real, where the critters run wild | |
The prefix is 516, the top of the dial | |
Through the | |
L. I. Sound, to the villa down under | |
And across the globe | |
I heard a lot of folks wonderin' | |
So when' s it coming ' cause the stakes is high | |
See big money that waves, don' t put the pen to my page | |
And ain' t nothin' wrong with standing still and relaxing | |
And spendin' some of that cash that | |
Uncle Sam is gonna tax | |
A New York demeanor is sit back in the beamer | |
With nothing to lose but some gas and some minutes | |
Ignorin' the gazers ' cause some stars don' t get petty | |
And that trash you talk is just | |
New Years confetti | |
It' s like that y' all, but that' s all ' bout to change | |
Like some of my own, people tend to act strange | |
I' m making a scene and it' s served with it' s capabilities | |
So set it at an island' s degrees | |
It' s strong island for real, the diagnosis is supreme | |
The prefix is 516, where microphones fiend | |
The voices that gots the gift, ' cause the world is on their shoulders | |
Makin' plans to switch from little rock to money boulders | |
The real proceed | |
My girl stands deep from | |
Nubians actin' like | |
Columbians sellin' keys | |
Characters have the tendency to con themselves | |
To think the | |
East Coast is only | |
New York and | |
Philadelph | |
You know the way we blow, your shit is played like pork | |
And as for what we be bringin' you, we live and direct from | |
New YorkI oughta say my fam causes commerces | |
Steppin' to me fool will get you punched out like a curse | |
It' s like that y' all, let it all consume | |
Like them brothas who smoke, ' til they high like the moon | |
Soon to a town near you be them super emcees | |
Settin' them | |
Long Island degrees | |
I hit the | |
L. I. R. R. for big dreamers out east | |
And get your bank roll split, bangin' dents out your systems | |
Sellin' points to get the uppercut like | |
Sonny Liston | |
But eyes closed episodes, bring you back to zeroes | |
The same herp playin' like he | |
Casablanca | |
Blind to it, but | |
I' m a grind him up a cup of | |
SankaServin' dimes loves on tennis courts and sorts | |
Laid back like grown folks sippin' tea for sport | |
I be sweepin' up the room with my lyrical broom | |
While others rhymes smell like plastic like some lunch room utensil | |
The official color for this planet is green | |
Which growns in pockets of them people willing to scheme | |
Ain' t no expose, these facts are from the mouth | |
Profilin' through | |
Island with that wind from down south | |
At last, be the world broad cast from the crew who gave you 3' s | |
Magic on an island degrees | |
It' s strong island for real where the critters smoke fritters | |
Night time excites time for the heavy hitters | |
Gang on hers ' cause in the mean time mine is home on date | |
Fluffin' pillows, impatiently waitin', ain' t no debatin'' | |
Bout to settle, check the level stakes is high as the sky | |
I got questions about your life if you so ready to die | |
We in the last quarter y' all, somebody' s gonna cry | |
I think they need to set the clock before the time pass by | |
In the round one no nines, my size can get swelly | |
Sensing danger, | |
I will play a ranger on my celly with my felly | |
We' re wonderful like colorful flix | |
Provide a thread and needle, every time the stages get ripped | |
I grip upon the pleasure, sippin' the tea | |
On the island ' cause that island is the main artery | |
So uh, you better come and give respect for catch some of these | |
Knucks from the island degrees |
zuò cí : Mason V., Posdnuos ... | |
It' s strong island for real, where the critters run wild | |
The prefix is 516, the top of the dial | |
Through the | |
L. I. Sound, to the villa down under | |
And across the globe | |
I heard a lot of folks wonderin' | |
So when' s it coming ' cause the stakes is high | |
See big money that waves, don' t put the pen to my page | |
And ain' t nothin' wrong with standing still and relaxing | |
And spendin' some of that cash that | |
Uncle Sam is gonna tax | |
A New York demeanor is sit back in the beamer | |
With nothing to lose but some gas and some minutes | |
Ignorin' the gazers ' cause some stars don' t get petty | |
And that trash you talk is just | |
New Years confetti | |
It' s like that y' all, but that' s all ' bout to change | |
Like some of my own, people tend to act strange | |
I' m making a scene and it' s served with it' s capabilities | |
So set it at an island' s degrees | |
It' s strong island for real, the diagnosis is supreme | |
The prefix is 516, where microphones fiend | |
The voices that gots the gift, ' cause the world is on their shoulders | |
Makin' plans to switch from little rock to money boulders | |
The real proceed | |
My girl stands deep from | |
Nubians actin' like | |
Columbians sellin' keys | |
Characters have the tendency to con themselves | |
To think the | |
East Coast is only | |
New York and | |
Philadelph | |
You know the way we blow, your shit is played like pork | |
And as for what we be bringin' you, we live and direct from | |
New YorkI oughta say my fam causes commerces | |
Steppin' to me fool will get you punched out like a curse | |
It' s like that y' all, let it all consume | |
Like them brothas who smoke, ' til they high like the moon | |
Soon to a town near you be them super emcees | |
Settin' them | |
Long Island degrees | |
I hit the | |
L. I. R. R. for big dreamers out east | |
And get your bank roll split, bangin' dents out your systems | |
Sellin' points to get the uppercut like | |
Sonny Liston | |
But eyes closed episodes, bring you back to zeroes | |
The same herp playin' like he | |
Casablanca | |
Blind to it, but | |
I' m a grind him up a cup of | |
SankaServin' dimes loves on tennis courts and sorts | |
Laid back like grown folks sippin' tea for sport | |
I be sweepin' up the room with my lyrical broom | |
While others rhymes smell like plastic like some lunch room utensil | |
The official color for this planet is green | |
Which growns in pockets of them people willing to scheme | |
Ain' t no expose, these facts are from the mouth | |
Profilin' through | |
Island with that wind from down south | |
At last, be the world broad cast from the crew who gave you 3' s | |
Magic on an island degrees | |
It' s strong island for real where the critters smoke fritters | |
Night time excites time for the heavy hitters | |
Gang on hers ' cause in the mean time mine is home on date | |
Fluffin' pillows, impatiently waitin', ain' t no debatin'' | |
Bout to settle, check the level stakes is high as the sky | |
I got questions about your life if you so ready to die | |
We in the last quarter y' all, somebody' s gonna cry | |
I think they need to set the clock before the time pass by | |
In the round one no nines, my size can get swelly | |
Sensing danger, | |
I will play a ranger on my celly with my felly | |
We' re wonderful like colorful flix | |
Provide a thread and needle, every time the stages get ripped | |
I grip upon the pleasure, sippin' the tea | |
On the island ' cause that island is the main artery | |
So uh, you better come and give respect for catch some of these | |
Knucks from the island degrees |