Down Syndrome Lyrics
| Song | Down Syndrome |
| Artist | De La Soul |
| Album | Stakes Is High |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Mason, Posdnuos ... | |
| I be that mind blessin', blessin' these lessons we've ignited | |
| Want to bring it to my face, man, you're cordially invited' | |
| Cause I've cited, you possess no science in your thinking | |
| So I'm gonna never, you're blinking | |
| Fingers be pointin' and leakin' falsifyin' the stink | |
| You think | |
| I'm pink, | |
| I blink with them shades of thought and think | |
| And in this corner be the hush, so play on | |
| William Rhodes' | |
| Cause at the sound of the bell my circle square controls | |
| And all MC's best sweat, we bringin buckets of heat | |
| So don't fret, kid, | |
| I let you lick the love | |
| I secrete, yo | |
| Even my foes give me bravos and that shows | |
| Total domination in this rhyme complication | |
| Yeah, the skill is a cinch, | |
| I rock the womb with a mic | |
| And in the days of the nickel and breast | |
| I knew de yes yes y'allin was the callin, clearly not for the gat | |
| For combat, | |
| I bring a bag of my rhymes for the | |
| SATI'm Plug one-of-a-kind, for you people's delight | |
| And for you sucker | |
| MC's, step to your knees | |
| Ain't no second thoughts and all your thoughts are from | |
| OrionI can tell that you a devil by the rhymes you're designin' | |
| Your play doggin' tactics, can't fuck with my facets | |
| Just because you talk all that glock shit | |
| Don't mean you can rock shit | |
| Your identities on freeze | |
| Just a form of protozoa tryin' to cross them seas | |
| See high horse riders gettin' shot by the sheriff' | |
| Cause nobody's safe for crimes | |
| And even all you skirts need to checkin' in your upstairs attic' | |
| Cause Mase is smackin' hoes, if hoes is startin' static | |
| Now it ain't all good when your jam goes wood | |
| So as a deterrent, | |
| I use mental current | |
| Got them brothers shook, peep the look comin' out of the face' | |
| Cause they all catch a bruise from the hits we make | |
| Your fame and cars should be listed as magnets | |
| Legends never die but they can get shot and killed | |
| Ain't nuttin glitter when you're battlin' | |
| MC'sYou once imitated in a mirror so to down syndrome, you kneel | |
| The same status | |
| I heard, the same nothin' | |
| My ears fears the faulty locks tryin' to lock down the stops | |
| But I earn more than your | |
| Menudo or your | |
| Boyz II Men | |
| While the syndrome keeps you immune to frequencies | |
| I sendFresher than a sniff off havin' them | |
| J in fifth | |
| I identify with your rhythm | |
| But I exist for more than just a | |
| Benz, so mends | |
| I'm cuttin' off my friends to keep a smile calicum iron grain | |
| Let me tell you a little something about the self | |
| Tell 'em, son | |
| I be a piece of the | |
| East coast, so give a toast to | |
| Plug Wonder why back in the day who soaked his words in jigga | |
| So when I ran a phrase in | |
| June you didn't catch it 'til | |
| DecemberI'm a member of them kids from the inner city | |
| Giving you kitties audible treats, you be aching for making | |
| More money than a pagan holiday | |
| Not from the | |
| PJ's, yet | |
| I still got something to say | |
| Say what man? | |
| You gritty like a diamond grenade | |
| For the cameo spot you tries to fool | |
| ParadeYou acrobats flip the star gazin' map, for alla that | |
| You'll be the first to place, and ran it all to a waste | |
| And all the style that you bring gotta make decks bend | |
| You gotta rip it from the start when the beats come in |
| zuo ci : Mason, Posdnuos ... | |
| I be that mind blessin', blessin' these lessons we' ve ignited | |
| Want to bring it to my face, man, you' re cordially invited' | |
| Cause I' ve cited, you possess no science in your thinking | |
| So I' m gonna never, you' re blinking | |
| Fingers be pointin' and leakin' falsifyin' the stink | |
| You think | |
| I' m pink, | |
| I blink with them shades of thought and think | |
| And in this corner be the hush, so play on | |
| William Rhodes' | |
| Cause at the sound of the bell my circle square controls | |
| And all MC' s best sweat, we bringin buckets of heat | |
| So don' t fret, kid, | |
| I let you lick the love | |
| I secrete, yo | |
| Even my foes give me bravos and that shows | |
| Total domination in this rhyme complication | |
| Yeah, the skill is a cinch, | |
| I rock the womb with a mic | |
| And in the days of the nickel and breast | |
| I knew de yes yes y' allin was the callin, clearly not for the gat | |
| For combat, | |
| I bring a bag of my rhymes for the | |
| SATI' m Plug oneofakind, for you people' s delight | |
| And for you sucker | |
| MC' s, step to your knees | |
| Ain' t no second thoughts and all your thoughts are from | |
| OrionI can tell that you a devil by the rhymes you' re designin' | |
| Your play doggin' tactics, can' t fuck with my facets | |
| Just because you talk all that glock shit | |
| Don' t mean you can rock shit | |
| Your identities on freeze | |
| Just a form of protozoa tryin' to cross them seas | |
| See high horse riders gettin' shot by the sheriff' | |
| Cause nobody' s safe for crimes | |
| And even all you skirts need to checkin' in your upstairs attic' | |
| Cause Mase is smackin' hoes, if hoes is startin' static | |
| Now it ain' t all good when your jam goes wood | |
| So as a deterrent, | |
| I use mental current | |
| Got them brothers shook, peep the look comin' out of the face' | |
| Cause they all catch a bruise from the hits we make | |
| Your fame and cars should be listed as magnets | |
| Legends never die but they can get shot and killed | |
| Ain' t nuttin glitter when you' re battlin' | |
| MC' sYou once imitated in a mirror so to down syndrome, you kneel | |
| The same status | |
| I heard, the same nothin' | |
| My ears fears the faulty locks tryin' to lock down the stops | |
| But I earn more than your | |
| Menudo or your | |
| Boyz II Men | |
| While the syndrome keeps you immune to frequencies | |
| I sendFresher than a sniff off havin' them | |
| J in fifth | |
| I identify with your rhythm | |
| But I exist for more than just a | |
| Benz, so mends | |
| I' m cuttin' off my friends to keep a smile calicum iron grain | |
| Let me tell you a little something about the self | |
| Tell ' em, son | |
| I be a piece of the | |
| East coast, so give a toast to | |
| Plug Wonder why back in the day who soaked his words in jigga | |
| So when I ran a phrase in | |
| June you didn' t catch it ' til | |
| DecemberI' m a member of them kids from the inner city | |
| Giving you kitties audible treats, you be aching for making | |
| More money than a pagan holiday | |
| Not from the | |
| PJ' s, yet | |
| I still got something to say | |
| Say what man? | |
| You gritty like a diamond grenade | |
| For the cameo spot you tries to fool | |
| ParadeYou acrobats flip the star gazin' map, for alla that | |
| You' ll be the first to place, and ran it all to a waste | |
| And all the style that you bring gotta make decks bend | |
| You gotta rip it from the start when the beats come in |
| zuò cí : Mason, Posdnuos ... | |
| I be that mind blessin', blessin' these lessons we' ve ignited | |
| Want to bring it to my face, man, you' re cordially invited' | |
| Cause I' ve cited, you possess no science in your thinking | |
| So I' m gonna never, you' re blinking | |
| Fingers be pointin' and leakin' falsifyin' the stink | |
| You think | |
| I' m pink, | |
| I blink with them shades of thought and think | |
| And in this corner be the hush, so play on | |
| William Rhodes' | |
| Cause at the sound of the bell my circle square controls | |
| And all MC' s best sweat, we bringin buckets of heat | |
| So don' t fret, kid, | |
| I let you lick the love | |
| I secrete, yo | |
| Even my foes give me bravos and that shows | |
| Total domination in this rhyme complication | |
| Yeah, the skill is a cinch, | |
| I rock the womb with a mic | |
| And in the days of the nickel and breast | |
| I knew de yes yes y' allin was the callin, clearly not for the gat | |
| For combat, | |
| I bring a bag of my rhymes for the | |
| SATI' m Plug oneofakind, for you people' s delight | |
| And for you sucker | |
| MC' s, step to your knees | |
| Ain' t no second thoughts and all your thoughts are from | |
| OrionI can tell that you a devil by the rhymes you' re designin' | |
| Your play doggin' tactics, can' t fuck with my facets | |
| Just because you talk all that glock shit | |
| Don' t mean you can rock shit | |
| Your identities on freeze | |
| Just a form of protozoa tryin' to cross them seas | |
| See high horse riders gettin' shot by the sheriff' | |
| Cause nobody' s safe for crimes | |
| And even all you skirts need to checkin' in your upstairs attic' | |
| Cause Mase is smackin' hoes, if hoes is startin' static | |
| Now it ain' t all good when your jam goes wood | |
| So as a deterrent, | |
| I use mental current | |
| Got them brothers shook, peep the look comin' out of the face' | |
| Cause they all catch a bruise from the hits we make | |
| Your fame and cars should be listed as magnets | |
| Legends never die but they can get shot and killed | |
| Ain' t nuttin glitter when you' re battlin' | |
| MC' sYou once imitated in a mirror so to down syndrome, you kneel | |
| The same status | |
| I heard, the same nothin' | |
| My ears fears the faulty locks tryin' to lock down the stops | |
| But I earn more than your | |
| Menudo or your | |
| Boyz II Men | |
| While the syndrome keeps you immune to frequencies | |
| I sendFresher than a sniff off havin' them | |
| J in fifth | |
| I identify with your rhythm | |
| But I exist for more than just a | |
| Benz, so mends | |
| I' m cuttin' off my friends to keep a smile calicum iron grain | |
| Let me tell you a little something about the self | |
| Tell ' em, son | |
| I be a piece of the | |
| East coast, so give a toast to | |
| Plug Wonder why back in the day who soaked his words in jigga | |
| So when I ran a phrase in | |
| June you didn' t catch it ' til | |
| DecemberI' m a member of them kids from the inner city | |
| Giving you kitties audible treats, you be aching for making | |
| More money than a pagan holiday | |
| Not from the | |
| PJ' s, yet | |
| I still got something to say | |
| Say what man? | |
| You gritty like a diamond grenade | |
| For the cameo spot you tries to fool | |
| ParadeYou acrobats flip the star gazin' map, for alla that | |
| You' ll be the first to place, and ran it all to a waste | |
| And all the style that you bring gotta make decks bend | |
| You gotta rip it from the start when the beats come in |
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