M.C. Shan's what I'm called, I stand tall and brave
And me and Marley Marl is as close as a shave
My rhymes lock jaw like a pitbull bite
Suckers always try to sleep on me cause I look light
See, a lotta wack rappers try to rack their brains
To feel a style of MC, come on, break these chains
But every rhyme you ever had could never surpass this
If rhymes were food, the main source for livin
You would swear that every line of my rhyme was Thanksgiving
I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I don't need em
And all year long I been schemin and plottin this
If beats were cakes, then my rhymes'd get frosted
This is '88 and I still ain't lost it
For all of those who still got a doubt in their mind
There ain't a rapper livin bad enough to take mine
There ain't no studio-illusion and no scratch-syncin
Write rhymes simultaneously, say em in pairs
And I would hate to have a rapper proclaim they're theirs
Instead in comin in a limo, bring a casket and hearse
We won't be gathered that day to unite no couple up
Marley, are we gettin this on tape? (Yup)
All you dirty low-down better slow down faster
Your technique isn't good enough to hang with the master
I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I dont need em
Jockin me, son
Jockin me, punk
Jockin me, kid
Give me my
Give me my
Give me my freedom
Dumpin suckers off is exactly what my job is
I'm feared like Napoleon and blessed like Buddah
You couldn't face me solo, you'd have to bring your crew to
Dump me off, I don't recollect the mumble
I ain't soft, homeboy, and picture me crumble
And forget all of those that don't like my rap
Rappers often brag about their bitin deejay
But they can't do Marley nothin, no how, so hey
It's clear to the ear what I'm sayin, son
That's why we feel like slaves on the freedom run
And each and every time a wack rapper walks by me
His head starts singin: Come on and fly me...
I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I don't need em
Jockin me, son
Jockin me, punk
Jockin me, kid
Give me my freedom
We can do this like Brutus, I'm not mad, I'm pissed
This parade of mine I doubt that you can rain on this
You couldn't place my rhymes amongst mortal men
I will always exist because I'm bein preserved
Don't agree to set me free, then you gotta be served
I earned a name amongst society as lyrically ill
But yet I'm loyal, see, cause Marley hooks the beat up still
There's no way that you could say there's a day I'd fess
Hamana-hamana-nothin, you can kill that mess
My rhymes are ruthless, no heart, and totally wretched
And if they was to fall down, then the beats would catch it
I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I don't need em
Jockin me, son
Jockin me, punk
Jockin me, kid
Give me my
Give me my
Give me my freedom
Give me my freedom or not
I DON'T GIVE A F-
You don't wanna play this?
Suck my -
****** off, mutha******as
You don't like this?
I don't give a ******
Just gimme my mutha****** freedom
Goddamn!
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:20.726]M.C. Shan's what I'm called, I stand tall and brave
[00:23.955]And me and Marley Marl is as close as a shave
[00:26.123]My rhymes lock jaw like a pitbull bite
[00:28.561]Suckers always try to sleep on me cause I look light
[00:30.991]See, a lotta wack rappers try to rack their brains
[00:33.455]To feel a style of MC, come on, break these chains
[00:38.569]But every rhyme you ever had could never surpass this
[00:40.862]If rhymes were food, the main source for livin
[00:43.275]You would swear that every line of my rhyme was Thanksgiving
[00:45.739]I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I don't need em
[01:02.888]And all year long I been schemin and plottin this
[01:05.560]If beats were cakes, then my rhymes'd get frosted
[01:07.979]This is '88 and I still ain't lost it
[01:10.302]For all of those who still got a doubt in their mind
[01:12.844]There ain't a rapper livin bad enough to take mine
[01:15.495]There ain't no studio-illusion and no scratch-syncin
[01:20.410]Write rhymes simultaneously, say em in pairs
[01:22.732]And I would hate to have a rapper proclaim they're theirs
[01:25.076]Instead in comin in a limo, bring a casket and hearse
[01:30.083]We won't be gathered that day to unite no couple up
[01:32.936]Marley, are we gettin this on tape? (Yup)
[01:34.903]All you dirty low-down better slow down faster
[01:37.383]Your technique isn't good enough to hang with the master
[01:39.806]I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I dont need em
[01:43.308]Jockin me, son
[01:44.719]Jockin me, punk
[01:45.558]Jockin me, kid
[01:46.443]Give me my
[01:47.546]Give me my
[01:48.648]Give me my freedom
[01:57.270]Dumpin suckers off is exactly what my job is
[01:59.715]I'm feared like Napoleon and blessed like Buddah
[02:02.223]You couldn't face me solo, you'd have to bring your crew to
[02:04.587]Dump me off, I don't recollect the mumble
[02:07.106]I ain't soft, homeboy, and picture me crumble
[02:09.613]And forget all of those that don't like my rap
[02:14.415]Rappers often brag about their bitin deejay
[02:16.791]But they can't do Marley nothin, no how, so hey
[02:19.303]It's clear to the ear what I'm sayin, son
[02:21.735]That's why we feel like slaves on the freedom run
[02:24.200]And each and every time a wack rapper walks by me
[02:27.182]His head starts singin: Come on and fly me...
[02:30.995]I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I don't need em
[02:35.489]Jockin me, son
[02:36.406]Jockin me, punk
[02:37.338]Jockin me, kid
[02:38.270]Give me my freedom
[02:50.744]We can do this like Brutus, I'm not mad, I'm pissed
[02:56.375]This parade of mine I doubt that you can rain on this
[02:58.705]You couldn't place my rhymes amongst mortal men
[03:03.663]I will always exist because I'm bein preserved
[03:06.010]Don't agree to set me free, then you gotta be served
[03:08.542]I earned a name amongst society as lyrically ill
[03:11.029]But yet I'm loyal, see, cause Marley hooks the beat up still
[03:13.452]There's no way that you could say there's a day I'd fess
[03:15.706]Hamana-hamana-nothin, you can kill that mess
[03:18.383]My rhymes are ruthless, no heart, and totally wretched
[03:20.996]And if they was to fall down, then the beats would catch it
[03:23.406]I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I don't need em
[03:27.234]Jockin me, son
[03:28.115]Jockin me, punk
[03:29.005]Jockin me, kid
[03:29.929]Give me my
[03:31.113]Give me my
[03:32.402]Give me my freedom
[03:47.975]Give me my freedom or not
[03:51.360]I DON'T GIVE A F-
[03:52.795]You don't wanna play this?
[03:55.065]Suck my -
[03:55.809]****** off, mutha******as
[03:57.863]You don't like this?
[03:59.090]I don't give a ******
[03:59.900]Just gimme my mutha****** freedom
[04:01.647]Goddamn!
📝 纯歌词版本
M.C. Shan's what I'm called, I stand tall and brave
And me and Marley Marl is as close as a shave
My rhymes lock jaw like a pitbull bite
Suckers always try to sleep on me cause I look light
See, a lotta wack rappers try to rack their brains
To feel a style of MC, come on, break these chains
But every rhyme you ever had could never surpass this
If rhymes were food, the main source for livin
You would swear that every line of my rhyme was Thanksgiving
I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I don't need em
And all year long I been schemin and plottin this
If beats were cakes, then my rhymes'd get frosted
This is '88 and I still ain't lost it
For all of those who still got a doubt in their mind
There ain't a rapper livin bad enough to take mine
There ain't no studio-illusion and no scratch-syncin
Write rhymes simultaneously, say em in pairs
And I would hate to have a rapper proclaim they're theirs
Instead in comin in a limo, bring a casket and hearse
We won't be gathered that day to unite no couple up
Marley, are we gettin this on tape? (Yup)
All you dirty low-down better slow down faster
Your technique isn't good enough to hang with the master
I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I dont need em
Jockin me, son
Jockin me, punk
Jockin me, kid
Give me my
Give me my
Give me my freedom
Dumpin suckers off is exactly what my job is
I'm feared like Napoleon and blessed like Buddah
You couldn't face me solo, you'd have to bring your crew to
Dump me off, I don't recollect the mumble
I ain't soft, homeboy, and picture me crumble
And forget all of those that don't like my rap
Rappers often brag about their bitin deejay
But they can't do Marley nothin, no how, so hey
It's clear to the ear what I'm sayin, son
That's why we feel like slaves on the freedom run
And each and every time a wack rapper walks by me
His head starts singin: Come on and fly me...
I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I don't need em
Jockin me, son
Jockin me, punk
Jockin me, kid
Give me my freedom
We can do this like Brutus, I'm not mad, I'm pissed
This parade of mine I doubt that you can rain on this
You couldn't place my rhymes amongst mortal men
I will always exist because I'm bein preserved
Don't agree to set me free, then you gotta be served
I earned a name amongst society as lyrically ill
But yet I'm loyal, see, cause Marley hooks the beat up still
There's no way that you could say there's a day I'd fess
Hamana-hamana-nothin, you can kill that mess
My rhymes are ruthless, no heart, and totally wretched
And if they was to fall down, then the beats would catch it
I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I don't need em
Jockin me, son
Jockin me, punk
Jockin me, kid
Give me my
Give me my
Give me my freedom
Give me my freedom or not
I DON'T GIVE A F-
You don't wanna play this?
Suck my -
****** off, mutha******as
You don't like this?
I don't give a ******
Just gimme my mutha****** freedom
Goddamn!
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:20.726]M.C. Shan's what I'm called, I stand tall and brave
[00:23.955]And me and Marley Marl is as close as a shave
[00:26.123]My rhymes lock jaw like a pitbull bite
[00:28.561]Suckers always try to sleep on me cause I look light
[00:30.991]See, a lotta wack rappers try to rack their brains
[00:33.455]To feel a style of MC, come on, break these chains
[00:38.569]But every rhyme you ever had could never surpass this
[00:40.862]If rhymes were food, the main source for livin
[00:43.275]You would swear that every line of my rhyme was Thanksgiving
[00:45.739]I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I don't need em
[01:02.888]And all year long I been schemin and plottin this
[01:05.560]If beats were cakes, then my rhymes'd get frosted
[01:07.979]This is '88 and I still ain't lost it
[01:10.302]For all of those who still got a doubt in their mind
[01:12.844]There ain't a rapper livin bad enough to take mine
[01:15.495]There ain't no studio-illusion and no scratch-syncin
[01:20.410]Write rhymes simultaneously, say em in pairs
[01:22.732]And I would hate to have a rapper proclaim they're theirs
[01:25.076]Instead in comin in a limo, bring a casket and hearse
[01:30.083]We won't be gathered that day to unite no couple up
[01:32.936]Marley, are we gettin this on tape? (Yup)
[01:34.903]All you dirty low-down better slow down faster
[01:37.383]Your technique isn't good enough to hang with the master
[01:39.806]I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I dont need em
[01:43.308]Jockin me, son
[01:44.719]Jockin me, punk
[01:45.558]Jockin me, kid
[01:46.443]Give me my
[01:47.546]Give me my
[01:48.648]Give me my freedom
[01:57.270]Dumpin suckers off is exactly what my job is
[01:59.715]I'm feared like Napoleon and blessed like Buddah
[02:02.223]You couldn't face me solo, you'd have to bring your crew to
[02:04.587]Dump me off, I don't recollect the mumble
[02:07.106]I ain't soft, homeboy, and picture me crumble
[02:09.613]And forget all of those that don't like my rap
[02:14.415]Rappers often brag about their bitin deejay
[02:16.791]But they can't do Marley nothin, no how, so hey
[02:19.303]It's clear to the ear what I'm sayin, son
[02:21.735]That's why we feel like slaves on the freedom run
[02:24.200]And each and every time a wack rapper walks by me
[02:27.182]His head starts singin: Come on and fly me...
[02:30.995]I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I don't need em
[02:35.489]Jockin me, son
[02:36.406]Jockin me, punk
[02:37.338]Jockin me, kid
[02:38.270]Give me my freedom
[02:50.744]We can do this like Brutus, I'm not mad, I'm pissed
[02:56.375]This parade of mine I doubt that you can rain on this
[02:58.705]You couldn't place my rhymes amongst mortal men
[03:03.663]I will always exist because I'm bein preserved
[03:06.010]Don't agree to set me free, then you gotta be served
[03:08.542]I earned a name amongst society as lyrically ill
[03:11.029]But yet I'm loyal, see, cause Marley hooks the beat up still
[03:13.452]There's no way that you could say there's a day I'd fess
[03:15.706]Hamana-hamana-nothin, you can kill that mess
[03:18.383]My rhymes are ruthless, no heart, and totally wretched
[03:20.996]And if they was to fall down, then the beats would catch it
[03:23.406]I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I don't need em
[03:27.234]Jockin me, son
[03:28.115]Jockin me, punk
[03:29.005]Jockin me, kid
[03:29.929]Give me my
[03:31.113]Give me my
[03:32.402]Give me my freedom
[03:47.975]Give me my freedom or not
[03:51.360]I DON'T GIVE A F-
[03:52.795]You don't wanna play this?
[03:55.065]Suck my -
[03:55.809]****** off, mutha******as
[03:57.863]You don't like this?
[03:59.090]I don't give a ******
[03:59.900]Just gimme my mutha****** freedom
[04:01.647]Goddamn!
mc shan -Down By Law
My name is M C Shan my destiny is the stars
Being driven around in the freshest cars
All his beats and my rhymes are chill
Now I'...
Ladies and gentleman
We got MC Shan and Marley Marl in the house tonight
They just came from off tour
They wanna tell you a little story about where t...
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Where I come from, we never heard of bite
All my planet, we're the real McCoy
And i...
Rhyming is a thing that I do at will
Be glad to rock a party just to prove my skill
J-U-ice is what I'm gaining
With a style so fresh that it's self-e...
She used to tell me that she loved me all the time
I'd turn to her and say that, \"I'm
Infatuated by your lovely smile
And some day soon we're gonna w...
It might've took a while
But you knew I had to hit you with a brand new funky rhyme
Guess you already know, so I'm ready to go
Marlon, hit me with the...