| 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 |