作词 : Erick Sermon/P. Johnson/R. Noble
作曲 : Erick Sermon/P. Johnson/R. Noble
Intro：
(laughing) yeah, coming to you like, yeah, you know another one of those,
Flavori*******s, mackado*******s, sour cream and onion type flavor.
Redman：
I rule the world like kurtis blow with my afro blown
I'm torn out the frame, drunk style stagger like ned the wino
For black albino, i'm like suicide on vinyle
The type of anti-mutha****a you have to keep away from my nose
And i'm the, bombest rhymer, check my steez
My vocals are like bullets, wet an mc's when they open
My identities, blows facilities to ememies please test these abilities
I'm rugged, i pack a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 mother****er slugger
So ring thee alarm, when your tv is on, i react freakin' to songs
When bitches see me perform, they say I strictly break vertebrae
Bones back, **** sexy eyed like japs i blow states off the map
Just by eye contact
Hook:
Don't get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on move on
"rock, rock on" - redman (x4)
Erick sermon:
Yeah, i shut down things for the moment, what?
Paying my does for them fake ass crews (yeah)
Who be claimin' to be the dopest y'all sto
Gimmicks, hard core lyrics for an image
I'm stompin' 'em the beast wompin' 'em
Brain damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the ground
I be's the effect like wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two black
Techs
Somebody stop me i'm smoking like mask
Shut your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like shaft
The e-double bring the dopest material, way out cosmic type
Alcoholic whisky type funk for your sissys (word up)
Huh, i take it to the streets, if you can't run up on my turf then get some
Cleats
I let one mother****er slide in 93, but this year, he's ****ing' history
Hook (x4)
Passion:
Strick nine rules the mind on the verge of destruction
Blood starts to boil like a lyrical combustion, eruption
Insane no pressure no pain, niggas falling off it's strain to maintain
They be killing me, trying to preach to me, teach to me
I got a phd in funkology
You got your bachelors and your masters in the field of dramatics
The lyrical are bringing the static from the attic, so **** your automatics
I've had it up to here, you mother****ers are in danger
You better stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss mainstream america
They just ain't ready for this, cause i'm nice as ****
Niggas be having fits, the squad of def be smacking hits after hits
And what's goin' on in your mind i can feel it
Tremors in the body has caused for the healin'
Hook (x4)
Outro:
You know what i'm sayin'? things is hot in the tunnel out in here you know
What i'm sayin'? ah, n-y-c streets is love, it's hot in the summer, um,
Spring, winter and fall things are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce. doin'
This y'all feel this. i feel you.
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作词 : Erick Sermon/P. Johnson/R. Noble
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Erick Sermon/P. Johnson/R. Noble
[00:02.01]Intro：
[00:02.16](laughing) yeah, coming to you like, yeah, you know another one of those,
[00:09.69]Flavori*******s, mackado*******s, sour cream and onion type flavor.
[00:18.78]Redman：
[00:20.49]I rule the world like kurtis blow with my afro blown
[00:23.25]I'm torn out the frame, drunk style stagger like ned the wino
[00:26.07]For black albino, i'm like suicide on vinyle
[00:28.65]The type of anti-mutha****a you have to keep away from my nose
[00:31.41]And i'm the, bombest rhymer, check my steez
[00:33.87]My vocals are like bullets, wet an mc's when they open
[00:37.20]My identities, blows facilities to ememies please test these abilities
[00:42.06]I'm rugged, i pack a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 mother****er slugger
[00:46.95]So ring thee alarm, when your tv is on, i react freakin' to songs
[00:50.70]When bitches see me perform, they say I strictly break vertebrae
[00:57.60]Bones back, **** sexy eyed like japs i blow states off the map
[01:01.08]Just by eye contact
[01:02.40]Hook:
[01:02.79]Don't get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on move on
[01:11.31]"rock, rock on" - redman (x4)
[01:20.88]Erick sermon:
[01:23.64]Yeah, i shut down things for the moment, what?
[01:26.25]Paying my does for them fake ass crews (yeah)
[01:28.74]Who be claimin' to be the dopest y'all sto
[01:30.99]Gimmicks, hard core lyrics for an image
[01:33.96]I'm stompin' 'em the beast wompin' 'em
[01:36.21]Brain damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the ground
[01:39.84]I be's the effect like wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two black
[01:43.77]Techs
[01:44.43]Somebody stop me i'm smoking like mask
[01:46.89]Shut your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like shaft
[01:49.44]The e-double bring the dopest material, way out cosmic type
[01:52.32]Alcoholic whisky type funk for your sissys (word up)
[01:55.65]Huh, i take it to the streets, if you can't run up on my turf then get some
[01:59.40]Cleats
[02:00.18]I let one mother****er slide in 93, but this year, he's ****ing' history
[02:05.19]Hook (x4)
[02:23.16]Passion:
[02:25.68]Strick nine rules the mind on the verge of destruction
[02:28.77]Blood starts to boil like a lyrical combustion, eruption
[02:31.89]Insane no pressure no pain, niggas falling off it's strain to maintain
[02:36.21]They be killing me, trying to preach to me, teach to me
[02:39.03]I got a phd in funkology
[02:41.28]You got your bachelors and your masters in the field of dramatics
[02:44.34]The lyrical are bringing the static from the attic, so **** your automatics
[02:48.21]I've had it up to here, you mother****ers are in danger
[02:50.73]You better stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss mainstream america
[02:55.23]They just ain't ready for this, cause i'm nice as ****
[02:58.50]Niggas be having fits, the squad of def be smacking hits after hits
[03:02.49]And what's goin' on in your mind i can feel it
[03:05.16]Tremors in the body has caused for the healin'
[03:07.59]Hook (x4)
[03:09.63]Outro:
[03:09.78]You know what i'm sayin'? things is hot in the tunnel out in here you know
[03:30.45]What i'm sayin'? ah, n-y-c streets is love, it's hot in the summer, um,
[03:36.42]Spring, winter and fall things are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce. doin'
[03:43.56]This y'all feel this. i feel you.
作词 : Erick Sermon/P. Johnson/R. Noble
作曲 : Erick Sermon/P. Johnson/R. Noble
Intro：
(laughing) yeah, coming to you like, yeah, you know another one of those,
Flavori*******s, mackado*******s, sour cream and onion type flavor.
Redman：
I rule the world like kurtis blow with my afro blown
I'm torn out the frame, drunk style stagger like ned the wino
For black albino, i'm like suicide on vinyle
The type of anti-mutha****a you have to keep away from my nose
And i'm the, bombest rhymer, check my steez
My vocals are like bullets, wet an mc's when they open
My identities, blows facilities to ememies please test these abilities
I'm rugged, i pack a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 mother****er slugger
So ring thee alarm, when your tv is on, i react freakin' to songs
When bitches see me perform, they say I strictly break vertebrae
Bones back, **** sexy eyed like japs i blow states off the map
Just by eye contact
Hook:
Don't get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on move on
"rock, rock on" - redman (x4)
Erick sermon:
Yeah, i shut down things for the moment, what?
Paying my does for them fake ass crews (yeah)
Who be claimin' to be the dopest y'all sto
Gimmicks, hard core lyrics for an image
I'm stompin' 'em the beast wompin' 'em
Brain damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the ground
I be's the effect like wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two black
Techs
Somebody stop me i'm smoking like mask
Shut your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like shaft
The e-double bring the dopest material, way out cosmic type
Alcoholic whisky type funk for your sissys (word up)
Huh, i take it to the streets, if you can't run up on my turf then get some
Cleats
I let one mother****er slide in 93, but this year, he's ****ing' history
Hook (x4)
Passion:
Strick nine rules the mind on the verge of destruction
Blood starts to boil like a lyrical combustion, eruption
Insane no pressure no pain, niggas falling off it's strain to maintain
They be killing me, trying to preach to me, teach to me
I got a phd in funkology
You got your bachelors and your masters in the field of dramatics
The lyrical are bringing the static from the attic, so **** your automatics
I've had it up to here, you mother****ers are in danger
You better stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss mainstream america
They just ain't ready for this, cause i'm nice as ****
Niggas be having fits, the squad of def be smacking hits after hits
And what's goin' on in your mind i can feel it
Tremors in the body has caused for the healin'
Hook (x4)
Outro:
You know what i'm sayin'? things is hot in the tunnel out in here you know
What i'm sayin'? ah, n-y-c streets is love, it's hot in the summer, um,
Spring, winter and fall things are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce. doin'
This y'all feel this. i feel you.
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作词 : Erick Sermon/P. Johnson/R. Noble
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Erick Sermon/P. Johnson/R. Noble
[00:02.01]Intro：
[00:02.16](laughing) yeah, coming to you like, yeah, you know another one of those,
[00:09.69]Flavori*******s, mackado*******s, sour cream and onion type flavor.
[00:18.78]Redman：
[00:20.49]I rule the world like kurtis blow with my afro blown
[00:23.25]I'm torn out the frame, drunk style stagger like ned the wino
[00:26.07]For black albino, i'm like suicide on vinyle
[00:28.65]The type of anti-mutha****a you have to keep away from my nose
[00:31.41]And i'm the, bombest rhymer, check my steez
[00:33.87]My vocals are like bullets, wet an mc's when they open
[00:37.20]My identities, blows facilities to ememies please test these abilities
[00:42.06]I'm rugged, i pack a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 mother****er slugger
[00:46.95]So ring thee alarm, when your tv is on, i react freakin' to songs
[00:50.70]When bitches see me perform, they say I strictly break vertebrae
[00:57.60]Bones back, **** sexy eyed like japs i blow states off the map
[01:01.08]Just by eye contact
[01:02.40]Hook:
[01:02.79]Don't get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on move on
[01:11.31]"rock, rock on" - redman (x4)
[01:20.88]Erick sermon:
[01:23.64]Yeah, i shut down things for the moment, what?
[01:26.25]Paying my does for them fake ass crews (yeah)
[01:28.74]Who be claimin' to be the dopest y'all sto
[01:30.99]Gimmicks, hard core lyrics for an image
[01:33.96]I'm stompin' 'em the beast wompin' 'em
[01:36.21]Brain damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the ground
[01:39.84]I be's the effect like wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two black
[01:43.77]Techs
[01:44.43]Somebody stop me i'm smoking like mask
[01:46.89]Shut your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like shaft
[01:49.44]The e-double bring the dopest material, way out cosmic type
[01:52.32]Alcoholic whisky type funk for your sissys (word up)
[01:55.65]Huh, i take it to the streets, if you can't run up on my turf then get some
[01:59.40]Cleats
[02:00.18]I let one mother****er slide in 93, but this year, he's ****ing' history
[02:05.19]Hook (x4)
[02:23.16]Passion:
[02:25.68]Strick nine rules the mind on the verge of destruction
[02:28.77]Blood starts to boil like a lyrical combustion, eruption
[02:31.89]Insane no pressure no pain, niggas falling off it's strain to maintain
[02:36.21]They be killing me, trying to preach to me, teach to me
[02:39.03]I got a phd in funkology
[02:41.28]You got your bachelors and your masters in the field of dramatics
[02:44.34]The lyrical are bringing the static from the attic, so **** your automatics
[02:48.21]I've had it up to here, you mother****ers are in danger
[02:50.73]You better stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss mainstream america
[02:55.23]They just ain't ready for this, cause i'm nice as ****
[02:58.50]Niggas be having fits, the squad of def be smacking hits after hits
[03:02.49]And what's goin' on in your mind i can feel it
[03:05.16]Tremors in the body has caused for the healin'
[03:07.59]Hook (x4)
[03:09.63]Outro:
[03:09.78]You know what i'm sayin'? things is hot in the tunnel out in here you know
[03:30.45]What i'm sayin'? ah, n-y-c streets is love, it's hot in the summer, um,
[03:36.42]Spring, winter and fall things are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce. doin'
[03:43.56]This y'all feel this. i feel you.