{your silence is my trade}
Lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Givin' mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
I'm givin' mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Here we go! oh no,
Another flow show from the young black dynamo
Lockin' up jaws, mcs pause -
No lyrical flaws
Hush, when the boss is talkin'
Lay down gats and get your weak knees walkin'
The elite don't get with the weak
Shut up, 'cause i'm burnin' this cut up
Boy, don't try to run up
He went down to the concrete ground
I'm a hound when i get down
And i'm back, the mack with a lyrical knack
To pack sacks and never pay tax
And when i leave they diss me
Knowin' they can never get with me
But he who laughs last gets the most cash
And lives the blast past of rap trash
Gone! left ya, son
Gimme a call when you're done
Your silence is my trade, shut up!
{your silence is my trade}
2x:
Lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Givin' mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Run, run, run, your time is done, son
Move out for the well-hung young one
And i'm rackin' up stacks of greenbacks -
Dead presidents, black!
Peace to my fans and i love ya
And i got yo' cover
'cause i'm back to please
And cool off the hot mcs
'cause they're runnin' around like ants, tryin' to grab their pants
That **** don't make you dance!
What's this beat doin'?
Leavin' your posse ruined
Stuck my fist in his mouth
Caught him on a whole shout
No pity on the lyrically weak
'cause i ain't through, fool
And you ain't true to the mix rules!
You try to flow so you go for what you know
But yo, bro, you ain't the flow pro
(ohh!) i can't go slow
Gotta grow 'cause i wanna get mo' dough
Full blown, bad to the bone
Leave my throne alone
I've been to the low zone
Your silence is my trade, shut up!
{your silence is my trade}
2x:
Lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Givin' mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Come on, punish!
Punish!
Your host on the coast is known to boast
And roast most that choose to get close
Put 'em in a lyrical knot
But i gotta have beats
When i lyrically de-feat the weak that try to compete
Get 'em up, if you wanna go head-up
What up? do as i instruct, black
'cause my gat is jack-backed
And lookin' at your baseball hat
I rolled over that mess you stole
And took control, and then broke the mold!
Now here i stand, boss man
The northwest tip is where i am
And i'm runnin' this work like ****
Shippin' it in planes, trains and boats
Up the charts i go
Steppin' on toes and throwin' low bolos
My group is large, and hard
No need for a bodyguard
We flex, rippin' off mcs' necks
Run 'em into critical's pecs
Your silence is my trade, shut up!
2x:
Lockjaw! {your silence is my trade}
Givin' mcs lockjaw! {your silence is my trade}
Come on, punish!
Punish 'em!
Punish!
Punish 'em!
Lockjaw!
Givin' mcs lockjaw!
Lockjaw!
Givin' mcs lockjaw!
Lockjaw! shhh
🎵 LRC歌词版本
{your silence is my trade}
Lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Givin' mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
I'm givin' mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Here we go! oh no,
Another flow show from the young black dynamo
Lockin' up jaws, mcs pause -
No lyrical flaws
Hush, when the boss is talkin'
Lay down gats and get your weak knees walkin'
The elite don't get with the weak
Shut up, 'cause i'm burnin' this cut up
Boy, don't try to run up
He went down to the concrete ground
I'm a hound when i get down
And i'm back, the mack with a lyrical knack
To pack sacks and never pay tax
And when i leave they diss me
Knowin' they can never get with me
But he who laughs last gets the most cash
And lives the blast past of rap trash
Gone! left ya, son
Gimme a call when you're done
Your silence is my trade, shut up!
{your silence is my trade}
2x:
Lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Givin' mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Run, run, run, your time is done, son
Move out for the well-hung young one
And i'm rackin' up stacks of greenbacks -
Dead presidents, black!
Peace to my fans and i love ya
And i got yo' cover
'cause i'm back to please
And cool off the hot mcs
'cause they're runnin' around like ants, tryin' to grab their pants
That **** don't make you dance!
What's this beat doin'?
Leavin' your posse ruined
Stuck my fist in his mouth
Caught him on a whole shout
No pity on the lyrically weak
'cause i ain't through, fool
And you ain't true to the mix rules!
You try to flow so you go for what you know
But yo, bro, you ain't the flow pro
(ohh!) i can't go slow
Gotta grow 'cause i wanna get mo' dough
Full blown, bad to the bone
Leave my throne alone
I've been to the low zone
Your silence is my trade, shut up!
{your silence is my trade}
2x:
Lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Givin' mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Come on, punish!
Punish!
Your host on the coast is known to boast
And roast most that choose to get close
Put 'em in a lyrical knot
But i gotta have beats
When i lyrically de-feat the weak that try to compete
Get 'em up, if you wanna go head-up
What up? do as i instruct, black
'cause my gat is jack-backed
And lookin' at your baseball hat
I rolled over that mess you stole
And took control, and then broke the mold!
Now here i stand, boss man
The northwest tip is where i am
And i'm runnin' this work like ****
Shippin' it in planes, trains and boats
Up the charts i go
Steppin' on toes and throwin' low bolos
My group is large, and hard
No need for a bodyguard
We flex, rippin' off mcs' necks
Run 'em into critical's pecs
Your silence is my trade, shut up!
2x:
Lockjaw! {your silence is my trade}
Givin' mcs lockjaw! {your silence is my trade}
Come on, punish!
Punish 'em!
Punish!
Punish 'em!
Lockjaw!
Givin' mcs lockjaw!
Lockjaw!
Givin' mcs lockjaw!
Lockjaw! shhh
📝 纯歌词版本
{your silence is my trade}
Lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Givin' mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
I'm givin' mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Here we go! oh no,
Another flow show from the young black dynamo
Lockin' up jaws, mcs pause -
No lyrical flaws
Hush, when the boss is talkin'
Lay down gats and get your weak knees walkin'
The elite don't get with the weak
Shut up, 'cause i'm burnin' this cut up
Boy, don't try to run up
He went down to the concrete ground
I'm a hound when i get down
And i'm back, the mack with a lyrical knack
To pack sacks and never pay tax
And when i leave they diss me
Knowin' they can never get with me
But he who laughs last gets the most cash
And lives the blast past of rap trash
Gone! left ya, son
Gimme a call when you're done
Your silence is my trade, shut up!
{your silence is my trade}
2x:
Lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Givin' mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Run, run, run, your time is done, son
Move out for the well-hung young one
And i'm rackin' up stacks of greenbacks -
Dead presidents, black!
Peace to my fans and i love ya
And i got yo' cover
'cause i'm back to please
And cool off the hot mcs
'cause they're runnin' around like ants, tryin' to grab their pants
That **** don't make you dance!
What's this beat doin'?
Leavin' your posse ruined
Stuck my fist in his mouth
Caught him on a whole shout
No pity on the lyrically weak
'cause i ain't through, fool
And you ain't true to the mix rules!
You try to flow so you go for what you know
But yo, bro, you ain't the flow pro
(ohh!) i can't go slow
Gotta grow 'cause i wanna get mo' dough
Full blown, bad to the bone
Leave my throne alone
I've been to the low zone
Your silence is my trade, shut up!
{your silence is my trade}
2x:
Lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Givin' mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Come on, punish!
Punish!
Your host on the coast is known to boast
And roast most that choose to get close
Put 'em in a lyrical knot
But i gotta have beats
When i lyrically de-feat the weak that try to compete
Get 'em up, if you wanna go head-up
What up? do as i instruct, black
'cause my gat is jack-backed
And lookin' at your baseball hat
I rolled over that mess you stole
And took control, and then broke the mold!
Now here i stand, boss man
The northwest tip is where i am
And i'm runnin' this work like ****
Shippin' it in planes, trains and boats
Up the charts i go
Steppin' on toes and throwin' low bolos
My group is large, and hard
No need for a bodyguard
We flex, rippin' off mcs' necks
Run 'em into critical's pecs
Your silence is my trade, shut up!
2x:
Lockjaw! {your silence is my trade}
Givin' mcs lockjaw! {your silence is my trade}
Come on, punish!
Punish 'em!
Punish!
Punish 'em!
Lockjaw!
Givin' mcs lockjaw!
Lockjaw!
Givin' mcs lockjaw!
Lockjaw! shhh
🎵 LRC歌词版本
{your silence is my trade}
Lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Givin' mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
I'm givin' mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Here we go! oh no,
Another flow show from the young black dynamo
Lockin' up jaws, mcs pause -
No lyrical flaws
Hush, when the boss is talkin'
Lay down gats and get your weak knees walkin'
The elite don't get with the weak
Shut up, 'cause i'm burnin' this cut up
Boy, don't try to run up
He went down to the concrete ground
I'm a hound when i get down
And i'm back, the mack with a lyrical knack
To pack sacks and never pay tax
And when i leave they diss me
Knowin' they can never get with me
But he who laughs last gets the most cash
And lives the blast past of rap trash
Gone! left ya, son
Gimme a call when you're done
Your silence is my trade, shut up!
{your silence is my trade}
2x:
Lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Givin' mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Run, run, run, your time is done, son
Move out for the well-hung young one
And i'm rackin' up stacks of greenbacks -
Dead presidents, black!
Peace to my fans and i love ya
And i got yo' cover
'cause i'm back to please
And cool off the hot mcs
'cause they're runnin' around like ants, tryin' to grab their pants
That **** don't make you dance!
What's this beat doin'?
Leavin' your posse ruined
Stuck my fist in his mouth
Caught him on a whole shout
No pity on the lyrically weak
'cause i ain't through, fool
And you ain't true to the mix rules!
You try to flow so you go for what you know
But yo, bro, you ain't the flow pro
(ohh!) i can't go slow
Gotta grow 'cause i wanna get mo' dough
Full blown, bad to the bone
Leave my throne alone
I've been to the low zone
Your silence is my trade, shut up!
{your silence is my trade}
2x:
Lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Givin' mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Come on, punish!
Punish!
Your host on the coast is known to boast
And roast most that choose to get close
Put 'em in a lyrical knot
But i gotta have beats
When i lyrically de-feat the weak that try to compete
Get 'em up, if you wanna go head-up
What up? do as i instruct, black
'cause my gat is jack-backed
And lookin' at your baseball hat
I rolled over that mess you stole
And took control, and then broke the mold!
Now here i stand, boss man
The northwest tip is where i am
And i'm runnin' this work like ****
Shippin' it in planes, trains and boats
Up the charts i go
Steppin' on toes and throwin' low bolos
My group is large, and hard
No need for a bodyguard
We flex, rippin' off mcs' necks
Run 'em into critical's pecs
Your silence is my trade, shut up!
2x:
Lockjaw! {your silence is my trade}
Givin' mcs lockjaw! {your silence is my trade}
Come on, punish!
Punish 'em!
Punish!
Punish 'em!
Lockjaw!
Givin' mcs lockjaw!
Lockjaw!
Givin' mcs lockjaw!
Lockjaw! shhh
Kitty cat, kitty cat, run, run, run
Kitty cat, kitty cat, run, run, run
Kitty cat, kitty cat run, run, run
I'm the dog in the Benz with the big chrome...
Oh, my, god. Becky, look at her butt.
It is so big. She looks like,
one of those rap guys' girlfriends.
But, you know, who understands those rap guys...
Tell y'all what I'm rollin
There's something about my Benzo with tinted windows
It's kinda slick, how I'm made for bimbos
Cruisin down the street with...
Run for the hills cause the mack is back
I'm hookin' up girls by fact
If you're stacked
You can rub a big mack
I gotta gas
So don't worry about scraps...
{boss}
{boss}
We have such sights to show you
This isn't for your eyes...
Aaaaaaa, the boss is back!
{boss}
The boss is back!
{boss}
{boss}
So i took ...
{boss}
{boss}
We have such sights to show you
This isn't for your eyes...
Aaaaaaa, the boss is back!
{boss}
The boss is back!
{boss}
{boss}
So i took ...
Baby Got Back - Sir Mix-A-Lot
Oh my god
Becky, look at her butt
It is so big
She looks like one of those rap guys girlfriends
Who understands those ra...
{your silence is my trade}
Lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Givin' mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Lockjaw! (shut up!...
"hey, homeys!"
"who me?"
"yeah, that's right. you the fly hustler."
"ya'll still sellin' that fake louie, huh?"
"hey! don't be turnin' the highside up...