作曲 : Jonathan Scott
(feat. Tragedy)
Funky rhythms on my mind, day and night (Listen, I hear a beat)
So watch the kid fly through the atmosphere
When I'm rocking up a party, yo, I feel no fear
I be the one with the funk I kick
Yo I gets on the mic and says something sick
I give a "la-di-da-di yes yes y'all"
I seen your granny doing backflips at the mall
And at the party I'm the killa dilla jerk a fool and blast
Like a pissed off post office worker
But you must understand that I'm just having fun
Like Sanford and Son cause I feel swell
When I bust my nut off when I'm on the DL
A ****ing midget with his legs cut off
Can't get lower than me when I shake my funk
A brother with style and I ain't no punk
Like Nat, I'm a king that's Cole as ice
Double teaming me because you know I'm twice as nice
So check it out y'all
Rappers be selling out like tickets to a championship fight
But hold tight, I'm the motivator with the right
Stuff, I keep it rough while you huff and puff, so save the bluff
Cause I ain't even trying to hear that stuff
I kick black facts over fat tracks that Dred packs
Peace to Freaknasty and the rest of my cats
Where's the axe? I want to cut a rapper in half
And laugh, dissect his whole steelo
Used to be high, so I chopped him down to be low
Put him to the side like a cop does a kilo
I'm raw, I funk you up and down like a see saw
To be more than a racist pig named Limbaugh
You see, cause I be the mad verbal doctor
Check my resume, I'm at the top of the roster
For your listening pleasure...
I gots to be the prodigy, you know I be vocalizing
Earlying in the morning while you're yawning
Here comes the pain, let it rain like thunder
Cause I be the true overlord of the under
Breaking chumps like old Tupperware
Stepping up smooth Dred with my savoir fare
Imperial funklord, cause I be the freaker
So funky you think I farted down your speaker
Like a dozen rotten eggs, kid, I'm taking no shorts
Not even for my skinny legs
The renegade with the ill vernacular, I bring the drama
I get loose just like the lips on Madonna
My flow is all around, and yours is like a
Bucket over there that broke down
I would have given you a ride if you had let me know
That you had to hitchhike
Just like I'm going to pass you the mic right now
Awww, *****, sike
With the beat kicking back, yo I like that snare
On the microphone cause my style is rare
And the rest of the world ain't heard that **** before
I'm on the microphone, I slam just like a door
BOOM! And it shuts while I kick the dust
I'm on the microphone flowing and I can't...
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Jonathan Scott
[00:05.40](feat. Tragedy)
[00:08.79][Chorus:]
[00:09.21]Funky rhythms on my mind, day and night (Listen, I hear a beat) [x6]
[00:18.03][Dred Scott]
[00:23.28]So watch the kid fly through the atmosphere
[00:26.13]When I'm rocking up a party, yo, I feel no fear
[00:29.52]I be the one with the funk I kick
[00:31.68]Yo I gets on the mic and says something sick
[00:35.19]I give a "la-di-da-di yes yes y'all"
[00:37.71]I seen your granny doing backflips at the mall
[00:40.83]And at the party I'm the killa dilla jerk a fool and blast
[00:43.83]Like a pissed off post office worker
[00:46.56]But you must understand that I'm just having fun
[00:49.38]Like Sanford and Son cause I feel swell
[00:52.23]When I bust my nut off when I'm on the DL
[00:54.93]A ****ing midget with his legs cut off
[00:57.18]Can't get lower than me when I shake my funk
[01:00.33]A brother with style and I ain't no punk
[01:02.67]Like Nat, I'm a king that's Cole as ice
[01:05.55]Double teaming me because you know I'm twice as nice
[01:08.31]So check it out y'all
[01:23.10][Chorus]
[01:24.21][Tragedy]
[01:31.23]Rappers be selling out like tickets to a championship fight
[01:34.77]But hold tight, I'm the motivator with the right
[01:37.44]Stuff, I keep it rough while you huff and puff, so save the bluff
[01:42.84]Cause I ain't even trying to hear that stuff
[01:45.00]I kick black facts over fat tracks that Dred packs
[01:48.27]Peace to Freaknasty and the rest of my cats
[01:50.79]Where's the axe? I want to cut a rapper in half
[01:53.67]And laugh, dissect his whole steelo
[01:56.67]Used to be high, so I chopped him down to be low
[01:59.58]Put him to the side like a cop does a kilo
[02:02.31]I'm raw, I funk you up and down like a see saw
[02:05.07]To be more than a racist pig named Limbaugh
[02:07.86]You see, cause I be the mad verbal doctor
[02:10.77]Check my resume, I'm at the top of the roster
[02:13.68]For your listening pleasure...
[02:25.17][Chorus]
[02:27.84][Dred Scott & Tragedy]
[02:39.00]I gots to be the prodigy, you know I be vocalizing
[02:42.03]Earlying in the morning while you're yawning
[02:44.76]Here comes the pain, let it rain like thunder
[02:47.31]Cause I be the true overlord of the under
[02:50.16]Breaking chumps like old Tupperware
[02:52.77]Stepping up smooth Dred with my savoir fare
[02:55.92]Imperial funklord, cause I be the freaker
[02:58.77]So funky you think I farted down your speaker
[03:01.89]Like a dozen rotten eggs, kid, I'm taking no shorts
[03:04.77]Not even for my skinny legs
[03:07.50]The renegade with the ill vernacular, I bring the drama
[03:10.74]I get loose just like the lips on Madonna
[03:13.50]My flow is all around, and yours is like a
[03:15.84]Bucket over there that broke down
[03:17.55]I would have given you a ride if you had let me know
[03:20.01]That you had to hitchhike
[03:21.30]Just like I'm going to pass you the mic right now
[03:22.89]Awww, *****, sike
[03:23.28][Chorus]
[03:32.76][Dred Scott]
[03:46.95]With the beat kicking back, yo I like that snare
[03:49.65]On the microphone cause my style is rare
[03:52.35]And the rest of the world ain't heard that **** before
[03:55.20]I'm on the microphone, I slam just like a door
[03:58.05]BOOM! And it shuts while I kick the dust
[03:59.25]I'm on the microphone flowing and I can't... [fades out]
📝
纯歌词版本
作曲 : Jonathan Scott
(feat. Tragedy)
Funky rhythms on my mind, day and night (Listen, I hear a beat)
So watch the kid fly through the atmosphere
When I'm rocking up a party, yo, I feel no fear
I be the one with the funk I kick
Yo I gets on the mic and says something sick
I give a "la-di-da-di yes yes y'all"
I seen your granny doing backflips at the mall
And at the party I'm the killa dilla jerk a fool and blast
Like a pissed off post office worker
But you must understand that I'm just having fun
Like Sanford and Son cause I feel swell
When I bust my nut off when I'm on the DL
A ****ing midget with his legs cut off
Can't get lower than me when I shake my funk
A brother with style and I ain't no punk
Like Nat, I'm a king that's Cole as ice
Double teaming me because you know I'm twice as nice
So check it out y'all
Rappers be selling out like tickets to a championship fight
But hold tight, I'm the motivator with the right
Stuff, I keep it rough while you huff and puff, so save the bluff
Cause I ain't even trying to hear that stuff
I kick black facts over fat tracks that Dred packs
Peace to Freaknasty and the rest of my cats
Where's the axe? I want to cut a rapper in half
And laugh, dissect his whole steelo
Used to be high, so I chopped him down to be low
Put him to the side like a cop does a kilo
I'm raw, I funk you up and down like a see saw
To be more than a racist pig named Limbaugh
You see, cause I be the mad verbal doctor
Check my resume, I'm at the top of the roster
For your listening pleasure...
I gots to be the prodigy, you know I be vocalizing
Earlying in the morning while you're yawning
Here comes the pain, let it rain like thunder
Cause I be the true overlord of the under
Breaking chumps like old Tupperware
Stepping up smooth Dred with my savoir fare
Imperial funklord, cause I be the freaker
So funky you think I farted down your speaker
Like a dozen rotten eggs, kid, I'm taking no shorts
Not even for my skinny legs
The renegade with the ill vernacular, I bring the drama
I get loose just like the lips on Madonna
My flow is all around, and yours is like a
Bucket over there that broke down
I would have given you a ride if you had let me know
That you had to hitchhike
Just like I'm going to pass you the mic right now
Awww, *****, sike
With the beat kicking back, yo I like that snare
On the microphone cause my style is rare
And the rest of the world ain't heard that **** before
I'm on the microphone, I slam just like a door
BOOM! And it shuts while I kick the dust
I'm on the microphone flowing and I can't...
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Jonathan Scott
[00:05.40](feat. Tragedy)
[00:08.79][Chorus:]
[00:09.21]Funky rhythms on my mind, day and night (Listen, I hear a beat) [x6]
[00:18.03][Dred Scott]
[00:23.28]So watch the kid fly through the atmosphere
[00:26.13]When I'm rocking up a party, yo, I feel no fear
[00:29.52]I be the one with the funk I kick
[00:31.68]Yo I gets on the mic and says something sick
[00:35.19]I give a "la-di-da-di yes yes y'all"
[00:37.71]I seen your granny doing backflips at the mall
[00:40.83]And at the party I'm the killa dilla jerk a fool and blast
[00:43.83]Like a pissed off post office worker
[00:46.56]But you must understand that I'm just having fun
[00:49.38]Like Sanford and Son cause I feel swell
[00:52.23]When I bust my nut off when I'm on the DL
[00:54.93]A ****ing midget with his legs cut off
[00:57.18]Can't get lower than me when I shake my funk
[01:00.33]A brother with style and I ain't no punk
[01:02.67]Like Nat, I'm a king that's Cole as ice
[01:05.55]Double teaming me because you know I'm twice as nice
[01:08.31]So check it out y'all
[01:23.10][Chorus]
[01:24.21][Tragedy]
[01:31.23]Rappers be selling out like tickets to a championship fight
[01:34.77]But hold tight, I'm the motivator with the right
[01:37.44]Stuff, I keep it rough while you huff and puff, so save the bluff
[01:42.84]Cause I ain't even trying to hear that stuff
[01:45.00]I kick black facts over fat tracks that Dred packs
[01:48.27]Peace to Freaknasty and the rest of my cats
[01:50.79]Where's the axe? I want to cut a rapper in half
[01:53.67]And laugh, dissect his whole steelo
[01:56.67]Used to be high, so I chopped him down to be low
[01:59.58]Put him to the side like a cop does a kilo
[02:02.31]I'm raw, I funk you up and down like a see saw
[02:05.07]To be more than a racist pig named Limbaugh
[02:07.86]You see, cause I be the mad verbal doctor
[02:10.77]Check my resume, I'm at the top of the roster
[02:13.68]For your listening pleasure...
[02:25.17][Chorus]
[02:27.84][Dred Scott & Tragedy]
[02:39.00]I gots to be the prodigy, you know I be vocalizing
[02:42.03]Earlying in the morning while you're yawning
[02:44.76]Here comes the pain, let it rain like thunder
[02:47.31]Cause I be the true overlord of the under
[02:50.16]Breaking chumps like old Tupperware
[02:52.77]Stepping up smooth Dred with my savoir fare
[02:55.92]Imperial funklord, cause I be the freaker
[02:58.77]So funky you think I farted down your speaker
[03:01.89]Like a dozen rotten eggs, kid, I'm taking no shorts
[03:04.77]Not even for my skinny legs
[03:07.50]The renegade with the ill vernacular, I bring the drama
[03:10.74]I get loose just like the lips on Madonna
[03:13.50]My flow is all around, and yours is like a
[03:15.84]Bucket over there that broke down
[03:17.55]I would have given you a ride if you had let me know
[03:20.01]That you had to hitchhike
[03:21.30]Just like I'm going to pass you the mic right now
[03:22.89]Awww, *****, sike
[03:23.28][Chorus]
[03:32.76][Dred Scott]
[03:46.95]With the beat kicking back, yo I like that snare
[03:49.65]On the microphone cause my style is rare
[03:52.35]And the rest of the world ain't heard that **** before
[03:55.20]I'm on the microphone, I slam just like a door
[03:58.05]BOOM! And it shuts while I kick the dust
[03:59.25]I'm on the microphone flowing and I can't... [fades out]