作词 : Baker, Parker, Reynosa | |
Yeah, Word Up | |
Yeah | |
Yo | |
[Chorus:] | |
Bling blung, bling blung, First you see the bling | |
Then you feel the blung | |
This is the way that the world is run | |
Can't you tell | |
Bling blung rock the bells | |
[Verse 1:] | |
Move along, move along, along, this is a newa song | |
KRS-One the supa strong | |
Move along before you lose your tongue | |
Before you lose ya lung | |
Be sure MCs get done | |
Detour or move along | |
We teach the young | |
How many young men hung so we could sing a song? | |
You need to move along, along, along | |
The string of injustice stung those that bling cause now they blung | |
Materialism stings and now they stung | |
You need to move along | |
Life is like ding, dong, ying, yang, bing, bang, ping, pong, or ping, pong | |
Any lyrical battle we won | |
Yes, this a master flow, this how life go on | |
First you got it then your gone | |
So don't get stung | |
Cause after the bling it's blung | |
No material thing stays with you long | |
[Chorus] | |
[Verse 2:] | |
Move along, along, we can't get stung | |
We the one, my melanin stuns right up in the sun | |
I go and I come, don't mind me son | |
I'm just a teacher, them cats should't try me son | |
I'm that lively one | |
I roll with them grimey ones | |
At the Temple (of Hip Hop) you can find me son | |
What I bring and sing reflects what I brung | |
I be rolling, aling off the tongue | |
You can check them other ones | |
Maybe them younger ones | |
But I be that I witness just like Connie Chung | |
Some burn the paper | |
Some burn the bong | |
I'm burning rappers, I think you need to move along! | |
[Chorus x2] | |
[Verse 3:] | |
Move along you little singers | |
Never linger round a rhyme bringer | |
These rap blingers | |
I break you off a middle finger | |
Bell ringa, in your mind a dong dinga | |
Yo, that's what's wrong with these singas | |
When they sing all they bring is bling | |
THEY DUMMIES | |
But after the bling aling, aling is blung | |
Post bling is blung | |
A new ting son | |
I'm rockin these bells like ding dong | |
As you can see I got no rings on | |
Cause it got nothing to with what springs song | |
So ding dong | |
Open the door to freedom | |
Any of my books you should read dum and be strong | |
Or else you need to move along, along, along | |
Your lyrics are cow dung | |
There use to be a TV talent show with a gong | |
And when the gong gonged you were gone | |
Yes I am the lyrical Don | |
Beats for art um | |
But I am unattched to all of thum | |
The message of the song is bling blung | |
Don't get caught up in watcha bought up | |
Be Strong | |
[Chorus x2] |
zuo ci : Baker, Parker, Reynosa | |
Yeah, Word Up | |
Yeah | |
Yo | |
Chorus: | |
Bling blung, bling blung, First you see the bling | |
Then you feel the blung | |
This is the way that the world is run | |
Can' t you tell | |
Bling blung rock the bells | |
Verse 1: | |
Move along, move along, along, this is a newa song | |
KRSOne the supa strong | |
Move along before you lose your tongue | |
Before you lose ya lung | |
Be sure MCs get done | |
Detour or move along | |
We teach the young | |
How many young men hung so we could sing a song? | |
You need to move along, along, along | |
The string of injustice stung those that bling cause now they blung | |
Materialism stings and now they stung | |
You need to move along | |
Life is like ding, dong, ying, yang, bing, bang, ping, pong, or ping, pong | |
Any lyrical battle we won | |
Yes, this a master flow, this how life go on | |
First you got it then your gone | |
So don' t get stung | |
Cause after the bling it' s blung | |
No material thing stays with you long | |
Chorus | |
Verse 2: | |
Move along, along, we can' t get stung | |
We the one, my melanin stuns right up in the sun | |
I go and I come, don' t mind me son | |
I' m just a teacher, them cats should' t try me son | |
I' m that lively one | |
I roll with them grimey ones | |
At the Temple of Hip Hop you can find me son | |
What I bring and sing reflects what I brung | |
I be rolling, aling off the tongue | |
You can check them other ones | |
Maybe them younger ones | |
But I be that I witness just like Connie Chung | |
Some burn the paper | |
Some burn the bong | |
I' m burning rappers, I think you need to move along! | |
Chorus x2 | |
Verse 3: | |
Move along you little singers | |
Never linger round a rhyme bringer | |
These rap blingers | |
I break you off a middle finger | |
Bell ringa, in your mind a dong dinga | |
Yo, that' s what' s wrong with these singas | |
When they sing all they bring is bling | |
THEY DUMMIES | |
But after the bling aling, aling is blung | |
Post bling is blung | |
A new ting son | |
I' m rockin these bells like ding dong | |
As you can see I got no rings on | |
Cause it got nothing to with what springs song | |
So ding dong | |
Open the door to freedom | |
Any of my books you should read dum and be strong | |
Or else you need to move along, along, along | |
Your lyrics are cow dung | |
There use to be a TV talent show with a gong | |
And when the gong gonged you were gone | |
Yes I am the lyrical Don | |
Beats for art um | |
But I am unattched to all of thum | |
The message of the song is bling blung | |
Don' t get caught up in watcha bought up | |
Be Strong | |
Chorus x2 |
zuò cí : Baker, Parker, Reynosa | |
Yeah, Word Up | |
Yeah | |
Yo | |
Chorus: | |
Bling blung, bling blung, First you see the bling | |
Then you feel the blung | |
This is the way that the world is run | |
Can' t you tell | |
Bling blung rock the bells | |
Verse 1: | |
Move along, move along, along, this is a newa song | |
KRSOne the supa strong | |
Move along before you lose your tongue | |
Before you lose ya lung | |
Be sure MCs get done | |
Detour or move along | |
We teach the young | |
How many young men hung so we could sing a song? | |
You need to move along, along, along | |
The string of injustice stung those that bling cause now they blung | |
Materialism stings and now they stung | |
You need to move along | |
Life is like ding, dong, ying, yang, bing, bang, ping, pong, or ping, pong | |
Any lyrical battle we won | |
Yes, this a master flow, this how life go on | |
First you got it then your gone | |
So don' t get stung | |
Cause after the bling it' s blung | |
No material thing stays with you long | |
Chorus | |
Verse 2: | |
Move along, along, we can' t get stung | |
We the one, my melanin stuns right up in the sun | |
I go and I come, don' t mind me son | |
I' m just a teacher, them cats should' t try me son | |
I' m that lively one | |
I roll with them grimey ones | |
At the Temple of Hip Hop you can find me son | |
What I bring and sing reflects what I brung | |
I be rolling, aling off the tongue | |
You can check them other ones | |
Maybe them younger ones | |
But I be that I witness just like Connie Chung | |
Some burn the paper | |
Some burn the bong | |
I' m burning rappers, I think you need to move along! | |
Chorus x2 | |
Verse 3: | |
Move along you little singers | |
Never linger round a rhyme bringer | |
These rap blingers | |
I break you off a middle finger | |
Bell ringa, in your mind a dong dinga | |
Yo, that' s what' s wrong with these singas | |
When they sing all they bring is bling | |
THEY DUMMIES | |
But after the bling aling, aling is blung | |
Post bling is blung | |
A new ting son | |
I' m rockin these bells like ding dong | |
As you can see I got no rings on | |
Cause it got nothing to with what springs song | |
So ding dong | |
Open the door to freedom | |
Any of my books you should read dum and be strong | |
Or else you need to move along, along, along | |
Your lyrics are cow dung | |
There use to be a TV talent show with a gong | |
And when the gong gonged you were gone | |
Yes I am the lyrical Don | |
Beats for art um | |
But I am unattched to all of thum | |
The message of the song is bling blung | |
Don' t get caught up in watcha bought up | |
Be Strong | |
Chorus x2 |