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New Hip Hop
作詞:J. Lyriis P/k/a J. Camps
New types of verbal hip hop I bring Here's that other shit that y'all ain't discovered yet Yes, I'm running it, like the government Hint, hint, Erik B nominated me for President
And my pockets is holding treasury Every cent, these styles is unknown truth Like where Clark Kent goes When Superman steps out the phone booth
Up, up and away goes the tape and show state My mind and mouth should have came with a cape And now Lois Lane wants a date My fame rates higher than my pulse that's false
I'm so damn excited I made the Pointer Sisters silent Make a pacifist get violent The rhythm tyrant
Ansilla the Hun, hold mics hostage with a terrorist tongue In exchange for a handsome sum Going down like Young Guns In a blaze of glory, before we're done
New types of verbal hip hop I bring Rappers antagonists come to aggravate Hip hop, herald of life, I actuate My haiku's increasingly broaden your IQs
I assess, so now I'm going to test Through the elimination process Who can contest Working poetry in progress
Be it world tour or conquest So I embark on this expedition In Napoleon tradition I'm a small man With complex expositions
Marvel of exhibitions Can you stand the rain of this edition? If you want to stay in the kitchen Quit bitching me and my henchmen
Trigger fingers itching Shoot the gift like Mitch Richmond New inventions, my intention's To take hip hop to new dimensions
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Did I fail to mention, we wig-splitting? So all you hip hop heads probably need stitching Tricky like Samantha Bewitching MCs be wishing
They could stop my flow There's no prevention New types of verbal hip hop I bring Tilt your head back and look at the Stars
We back on the scene like herpes Stronger than Hercules Able to rock crowds from nurseries to universities My beats and rhymes perfectly
Configurate like figure-eights You would think the mic was figure skates My soul on ice, Tonya Harding couldn't touch it Pop it in your Benz or your bucket
Walkman's or boom box From the suburbs to boondocks From skyscrapers to Green Acres Hear my tunes knock
You name it, we done it Strike the mic and keep it rolling Like we bowling three hundred Three fifteen
Sold to the highest bidder, I flow like the Tigris river I just give ya more reasons to call us your favorite Emcees Like Binary Star riffing rhymes over these compositions You would do the same if you was in our position
But you ain't, so stop and listen Platinum sales is not the mission I seek and destroy my opposition Including anything that make me not want to listen
Wack Emcees with they weak-ass discussions So-called producers with they cheap-ass productions Labels need to chill with they Clark Gable deals I get down like people in tornado drills
So while you blowed away with the bullistic soldier I lay low, waiting for the winds to blow over New types of verbal hip hop I bring I'm in a different category
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