(Killah Priest)
My pen's compulsive, obsessive
It never gives itself enough credit
Its explosive, Ritalin should do it
Odd behavior, with the bars on paper
When I write to this music, reactions
It's like sadness, to laughter
The thoughts of madness, it gives me asthma
Rather than think, it sinks into deep depression
Deeper questions, performing neurosurgery
Words in 3-D, its sick disease, discovered
It slowly occurs to me
Go into ya ashtray and light a roach
The test results are back
Let's see what I'm diagnosed or why I wrote this rap
My paper keeps gaining weight, fat ****
Like this the bars might break
The diet pill in my writer's skills
Should I put the mic back down and wait
Not good for the heart, caffeine sixteen's
Rap needs more greens, when it eats, know what I mean
Sentence experience hemorrhage, lyrics insulin
With alphabets that connect syllables
Go in ya ashtray and find the roach
Hear the results, I'm an addict
Addicted to the mic, here's the diagnose
The flow don't have enough sodium
I wrote it 4pm
Last night a glass pipe mic detach from life
Dependency, since my entrance
Instrumental CD's, influent sixteen's
I'm trafficking rap
Shootouts with my mind to get it back
I got it like that, it's in my luggage
As soon as I begin my subject
I finally can go public
Pay a stewardess on my mental plane
Go thru customs, I might buss one
If the beat feels the same
Receive testimonies from past fiends
Something got caught in my throat
It's not fair cuz I'm still using
Sorry y'all but the street music
Go in ya ashtray and light a roach
I got the results
And laid back and read the diagnose
The addict in rapping on different beats
There's so many styles I wrote
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.12](Killah Priest)
[00:05.13]My pen's compulsive, obsessive
[00:07.35]It never gives itself enough credit
[00:09.51]Its explosive, Ritalin should do it
[00:12.00]Odd behavior, with the bars on paper
[00:14.37]When I write to this music, reactions
[00:16.59]It's like sadness, to laughter
[00:20.22]The thoughts of madness, it gives me asthma
[00:22.83]Rather than think, it sinks into deep depression
[00:25.56]Deeper questions, performing neurosurgery
[00:28.05]Words in 3-D, its sick disease, discovered
[00:31.08]It slowly occurs to me
[00:32.88]Go into ya ashtray and light a roach
[00:35.16]The test results are back
[00:36.69]Let's see what I'm diagnosed or why I wrote this rap
[00:49.74]My paper keeps gaining weight, fat ****
[00:52.77]Like this the bars might break
[00:54.63]The diet pill in my writer's skills
[00:56.76]Should I put the mic back down and wait
[00:59.22]Not good for the heart, caffeine sixteen's
[01:01.83]Rap needs more greens, when it eats, know what I mean
[01:04.83]Sentence experience hemorrhage, lyrics insulin
[01:12.18]With alphabets that connect syllables
[01:17.55]Go in ya ashtray and find the roach
[01:19.92]Hear the results, I'm an addict
[01:21.69]Addicted to the mic, here's the diagnose
[01:34.44]The flow don't have enough sodium
[01:42.45]I wrote it 4pm
[01:43.65]Last night a glass pipe mic detach from life
[01:46.53]Dependency, since my entrance
[01:48.96]Instrumental CD's, influent sixteen's
[01:52.08]I'm trafficking rap
[01:53.31]Shootouts with my mind to get it back
[01:55.86]I got it like that, it's in my luggage
[01:58.08]As soon as I begin my subject
[01:59.79]I finally can go public
[02:01.44]Pay a stewardess on my mental plane
[02:03.84]Go thru customs, I might buss one
[02:06.00]If the beat feels the same
[02:07.74]Receive testimonies from past fiends
[02:14.04]Something got caught in my throat
[02:15.60]It's not fair cuz I'm still using
[02:17.70]Sorry y'all but the street music
[02:19.92]Go in ya ashtray and light a roach
[02:22.62]I got the results
[02:24.00]And laid back and read the diagnose
[02:26.37]The addict in rapping on different beats
[02:28.89]There's so many styles I wrote
📝
纯歌词版本
(Killah Priest)
My pen's compulsive, obsessive
It never gives itself enough credit
Its explosive, Ritalin should do it
Odd behavior, with the bars on paper
When I write to this music, reactions
It's like sadness, to laughter
The thoughts of madness, it gives me asthma
Rather than think, it sinks into deep depression
Deeper questions, performing neurosurgery
Words in 3-D, its sick disease, discovered
It slowly occurs to me
Go into ya ashtray and light a roach
The test results are back
Let's see what I'm diagnosed or why I wrote this rap
My paper keeps gaining weight, fat ****
Like this the bars might break
The diet pill in my writer's skills
Should I put the mic back down and wait
Not good for the heart, caffeine sixteen's
Rap needs more greens, when it eats, know what I mean
Sentence experience hemorrhage, lyrics insulin
With alphabets that connect syllables
Go in ya ashtray and find the roach
Hear the results, I'm an addict
Addicted to the mic, here's the diagnose
The flow don't have enough sodium
I wrote it 4pm
Last night a glass pipe mic detach from life
Dependency, since my entrance
Instrumental CD's, influent sixteen's
I'm trafficking rap
Shootouts with my mind to get it back
I got it like that, it's in my luggage
As soon as I begin my subject
I finally can go public
Pay a stewardess on my mental plane
Go thru customs, I might buss one
If the beat feels the same
Receive testimonies from past fiends
Something got caught in my throat
It's not fair cuz I'm still using
Sorry y'all but the street music
Go in ya ashtray and light a roach
I got the results
And laid back and read the diagnose
The addict in rapping on different beats
There's so many styles I wrote
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.12](Killah Priest)
[00:05.13]My pen's compulsive, obsessive
[00:07.35]It never gives itself enough credit
[00:09.51]Its explosive, Ritalin should do it
[00:12.00]Odd behavior, with the bars on paper
[00:14.37]When I write to this music, reactions
[00:16.59]It's like sadness, to laughter
[00:20.22]The thoughts of madness, it gives me asthma
[00:22.83]Rather than think, it sinks into deep depression
[00:25.56]Deeper questions, performing neurosurgery
[00:28.05]Words in 3-D, its sick disease, discovered
[00:31.08]It slowly occurs to me
[00:32.88]Go into ya ashtray and light a roach
[00:35.16]The test results are back
[00:36.69]Let's see what I'm diagnosed or why I wrote this rap
[00:49.74]My paper keeps gaining weight, fat ****
[00:52.77]Like this the bars might break
[00:54.63]The diet pill in my writer's skills
[00:56.76]Should I put the mic back down and wait
[00:59.22]Not good for the heart, caffeine sixteen's
[01:01.83]Rap needs more greens, when it eats, know what I mean
[01:04.83]Sentence experience hemorrhage, lyrics insulin
[01:12.18]With alphabets that connect syllables
[01:17.55]Go in ya ashtray and find the roach
[01:19.92]Hear the results, I'm an addict
[01:21.69]Addicted to the mic, here's the diagnose
[01:34.44]The flow don't have enough sodium
[01:42.45]I wrote it 4pm
[01:43.65]Last night a glass pipe mic detach from life
[01:46.53]Dependency, since my entrance
[01:48.96]Instrumental CD's, influent sixteen's
[01:52.08]I'm trafficking rap
[01:53.31]Shootouts with my mind to get it back
[01:55.86]I got it like that, it's in my luggage
[01:58.08]As soon as I begin my subject
[01:59.79]I finally can go public
[02:01.44]Pay a stewardess on my mental plane
[02:03.84]Go thru customs, I might buss one
[02:06.00]If the beat feels the same
[02:07.74]Receive testimonies from past fiends
[02:14.04]Something got caught in my throat
[02:15.60]It's not fair cuz I'm still using
[02:17.70]Sorry y'all but the street music
[02:19.92]Go in ya ashtray and light a roach
[02:22.62]I got the results
[02:24.00]And laid back and read the diagnose
[02:26.37]The addict in rapping on different beats
[02:28.89]There's so many styles I wrote