Half a Dozen MC's歌词

[00:17.19]Knock knock, hello, a 6 foot fellow
[00:20.57]I'm never too far from the Hood and the Ghetto
[00:22.82]King of beats, I'm a musical Pharaoh
[00:25.07]you can call me classic but I don't play the Cello
[00:27.38]got a slick style that the people call mellow
[00:29.63]I got punch lines like Abbot and Costello
[00:31.88]who's on first base? Ya'll know my M. O.
[00:34.25]now I got chicks saying “listen to my demo”
[00:36.69]there's something so cute about a women in yellow
[00:38.69]call me Casanova, bustin' cherries like Morello
[00:40.25]Italian charm you can call me Angelo
[00:43.00]to die like Othello
[00:44.32]Question Mark, N. O
[00:45.50]a bunch of MC's and we build like Lego
[00:47.38]trying to take this rap **** to another level
[00:50.00]how many MC's?
[00:50.88]I don't know, several
[00:51.82]top champions so we bus' a gold medal
[00:54.51]Messiahbolical
[00:55.76]Uh, ah, I'm the illest you'll ever know
[00:57.38]a big deal, syllable centrefold
[00:58.44]with a solid gold metal coated De La Soul
[01:01.13]pellet gun tongue, fire Ella Fitzgerald notes
[01:03.44]while you silicones sell a soul
[01:06.19]bars fill like a catapult cantaloupes
[01:08.26]vocal chord cannibal calibre
[01:10.00]hop aboard Hannibal's acting up
[01:13.01]yeah, and the flows so breezy
[01:14.94]face looking Jermaine Jackson greasy
[01:16.88]and I'm running a mock all over the beat
[01:19.45]nobody wanna compete
[01:20.07]nobody ******* with we
[01:21.38]I'm dropping more in a week than you can drop in a year
[01:24.00]you're falling off of the edge,
[01:25.26]you might as well disappear
[01:26.32]and me and DL, CL Smooth
[01:27.69]so when he helps me out, we help you
[01:30.57]Pyrelli
[01:30.82]They say “it's a cold world” so supply your own heat
[01:33.44]I'm that fire guy delivering pyro-techniques on a beat
[01:35.32]damaging any MC in every area each
[01:37.25]blame the chip on my shoulder gripping a pole,
[01:39.32]I bury your dreams
[01:40.51]while the Jazzy Blackcurrent keep the scene so serene
[01:42.01]leave stains on your screen,
[01:42.89]I'm stepping in clean and mean with the scoop and the scope
[01:44.95]huh', rolling up my sleeves,
[01:45.76]flick the collar on my coat
[01:46.70]coming live from the streets,
[01:47.51]I holler the dollar quotes
[01:48.58]talking bout life and trying to cope
[01:50.01]feeling like a successful bloke
[01:51.02]keeping the flow so ever so **** is how I turn fans to fiends
[01:53.14]with G' code of conduct lyrically,
[01:54.70]scriptures written calligraphy
[01:55.26]I'm up in the upper echelon for the extra visibility
[01:57.20]hanging haters for mimickery,
[01:57.95]drown em' in my celebrity
[01:59.32]I tap dance on your facade,
[02:01.26]gangster choreography
[02:01.70]consider this my policy,
[02:03.51]follow me as I topple trees
[02:04.89]chillin' in the comfort zone,
[02:05.95]the place you got to be
[02:07.51]Dukus Alemay
[02:08.08]You should stay put if you're gonna fight me
[02:10.14]just like Facebook, you can only like me
[02:11.51]so you go back on your own word
[02:13.02]looking all dumb so you may look like you un-liked me
[02:15.39]way too many who hate
[02:17.74]too many fakes need to see the dentist,
[02:19.86]they toothache
[02:20.61]say they move weight when they knew
[02:22.73]they wasn't even nowhere near the level of a true great
[02:25.17]true say they're confused with delusion
[02:26.80]at the red light not moving, snoozing
[02:29.05]they think it's magic, I know it's illusion
[02:31.79]cos I made em' think they're winning when they're losing
[02:34.05]I'm living like the world's gonna end tomorrow
[02:36.67]so if you follow me there's gonna be sorrow
[02:38.73]cos the path is treacherous
[02:40.24]and I won't ever rest til' I reach the top of Everest
[02:42.61]so you should never test me
[02:43.67]Sus
[02:44.16]I'm trying to get doe, stack til' it grows mould
[02:46.53]big **** swinging in a room, Trojan flow
[02:47.73]so I go slow, still jealous ones wanna hit with a low blow
[02:50.54]I'mma homophobe in a room of assholes
[02:53.17]so I stone cold stun em' on the throat, Kimbo to the nose
[02:56.25]face, riddled them with lumps
[02:57.62]don't call the Po-Po
[02:58.62]I act like grown folk
[02:59.95]beat you with a belt I sent you out for
[03:02.31]oust you outlaws, underground to outdoors,
[03:04.69]stay in your house more
[03:05.82]cos I ain't inna' that chitty chat silly crap,
[03:08.01]simple home run face kissing on a her back
[03:10.44]“BLAOW!!, best you behave
[03:12.51]see me in a rave, don't say my name
[03:14.70]you've got no heat, ****!
[03:16.45]you're more like a black man trying to sun bathe in the shade
[03:19.33]Ricko Capito
[03:19.77]Hey yo' Funky, drop the drums please on this dumb beat
[03:22.27]bass will make em' fall of the wall like Humpty
[03:24.46]latecomers don't need to wear no dunce C.A.P.
[03:25.95]in the corner just get comfy
[03:28.58]get to know me, I'm a nice brother
[03:30.40]just like a hot knife and the beats like butter
[03:32.89]I move to every beat like “shut up!”
[03:35.64]you're about to die and meet your maker for touch ups
[03:37.77]PRS will have my bank account buffed up
[03:39.64]the Queens heads got me sprung, I'm loved up
[03:42.41]yeah, I just thought that I'd share that
[03:44.42]I breed flows when I tear tracks bareback
[03:46.05]wait, my lowest level is a million
[03:48.61]and your highest level is ten so you ain't near that
[03:51.22]R.I.C.K.O. that's Ricko C.A.P. line dot T. O.