[00:00.000] 作词 : L. Hill/S. Michel/N. Jean
[00:01.000] 作曲 : L. Hill/S. Michel/N. Jean
[00:04.52]One two - I'm bout to set this off!
[00:08.63]Like this, hip-hoppers, check it
[00:12.40]Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord
[00:18.42]I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
[00:23.44]Oh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa
[00:29.51]I haunt MCs like Mephistopheles
[00:31.34]Bringing swords of Damocles
[00:32.83]Secret service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy
[00:35.93]Abstract raps simple with a street format
[00:38.95]Gaze into the sky and measure planets by parallax
[00:41.97]Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion
[00:44.91]Of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation
[00:48.33]I feel like Rockwell, somebody's watching me
[00:50.63]I got no privacy whether on land or at sea
[00:53.90]And for you biting zealots, your raps are cacophonic
[00:56.66]Hypocrite, critic, but deep inside you wish you had the pop hit
[01:00.44]It hurts don't it, a refugee come to your turf
[01:04.15]And take over the earth, yeah
[01:07.41]See my rhymes, are the type of fly rhymes
[01:13.08]That can only get down with my crew
[01:17.76]And if you try, to take lines or bite rhymes
[01:24.76]We'll show you how the refugees do
[01:29.04]Yeah, yeah behold, as my odes, manifold on your rhymes
[01:32.81]Two MCs can't occupy the same space at the same time
[01:36.38]It's against the laws of physics
[01:38.23]So weep as your sweet dreams break up like Eurythmics
[01:41.15]Rap rejects, my tape deck, ejects projectile
[01:44.03]Whether Jew or gentile, I rank top percentile
[01:47.38]Many styles, more powerful than gamma rays
[01:50.04]My grammar pays, like Carlos Santana plays "Black Magic Woman"
[01:53.58]So while you fuming, I'm consuming mango juice under Polaris
[01:56.71]You just embarrassed 'cause it's your last tango in Paris
[01:59.94]And even after all my logic and my theory
[02:02.83]I add a "************" so you ignant n*ggas hear me
[02:06.06]Crew remember take notes, as I sow my rap oats
[02:08.90]And for you biting zealots, here's a quote
[02:11.42]Ayy, another MC lose his life tonight, whoa
[02:18.34]I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
[02:23.57]Oh Lord, father don't let him bury we, i
[02:30.25]You can try but you can't divide the tribe
[02:33.12]These cats can't rap, mister author I feel no Vibe
[02:36.00]The magazine says the girl should have went solo
[02:38.83]The guys should stop rapping - vanish like Menudo
[02:41.90]Took it to the heart, but every actor plays his part
[02:44.62]As long as someone was listening, I knew it was a start
[02:47.66]For me to get my chance, grab my pen and revamp
[02:50.91]Do a cameo while everybody do the dance
[02:54.02]Quick now, cause you running out of luck-a
[02:56.95]Playing Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka
[03:00.22]While you munching at your luncheon
[03:01.92]I'll be planning your assassination
[03:04.25]Then hit you like the Dutchman
[03:05.73]I compress sound sets with my rap DBX
[03:08.63]Then drop vocals on my 456 Ampex
[03:11.67]Bring terror to the shop of horror
[03:13.73]As she cry, "mi amor," the phantom dies in the opera
[03:18.05]And to the younguns who carry gadgets
[03:20.56]And kill six days a week, then rest on the Sabbath
[03:24.31]Violence ain't necessary, unless you provoke me
[03:27.39]Then get buried like the great Mussolini
[03:29.91]And for you biting zealots, your rap styles are relics
[03:32.78]No matter who you damage, you're still a false prophet
[03:35.64]Ayy,another MC lose his life tonight, Lord
[03:42.37]I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
[03:47.53]Oh Lord, father don't let him bury me, yeah