Hell to Pay-GAWNE/Crooked I

[00:00.00] 作词 : GAWNE [00:01.00] 作曲 : GAWNE [00:03.00] [00:03.70] [00:08.16] I swore to the G.O.D, I was finna get mine [00:10.11] 'Cause mama, you done made it out Chicago's west side [00:15.76] Ho ho, mama, let's ride- we roll, Bonnie and Clyde, I ain't going out quiet [00:18.60] Got time on my left wrist, God on my right, but I'm out of my right mind, so be quiet [00:23.29] And don't ask what I'm rapping for- this shit is personal [00:27.30] My momma gon' live in the Hollywood Hills 'fore she gets to the nursin' home [00:30.57] 'Cause name five MCs in the game right now who could take me down [00:33.09] I'll wait- Crooked, we might just have to give 'em the rhythm that they came for now [00:37.75] When I hit 'em with the pro tank [00:39.13] Profane flow, til' the propane flame goes out [00:41.14] Until then, I'm the rap godzilla [00:42.73] Miraculous, I'm coming to take the president down [00:45.04] Cause I came for the most hateful, cave troll [00:46.77] In the white house of an AWOL and his wife with an a-hole [00:49.10] Women say, "No", but he won't stop grabbing the pussy by the handful [00:53.32] The man knows that he can't lose at a few scandals when Vladimir Putin is handing 'em [00:55.72] Wikileaks used to advantage the spirit in Hillary puttin' that nail through the casket [00:58.05] And it's a freaking apparent this country is reaching a point [01:01.97] Of combustion, but faith in humanity's practically vanishing [01:04.16] Conservative values have died, they're inanimate [01:07.01] And liberals are panickin'- turn into pussies, they packin' they bags up and moving to Canada [01:11.91] Canada! You mother****ers ain't really man enough [01:15.50] How'd I give a ****? I'm never runnin' for nothin' [01:16.42] Even if Donald's got the nukes and he's coming for everybody [01:17.47] In the opposition, I'ma beat it, open up a can of the whoopee [01:19.27] I'm whooping the mag cause I'm not a man, I'm a legend, I wreck it [01:21.60] My records are breakin' every single record on the man [01:22.68] And the second the world ain't ready for the return of the mic murderin' menace [01:24.24] I hurt 'em and burn 'em- I'm pennin' the word of the minute so call him a medic with anesthetic [01:27.89] Before they turnin' to someone you never heard of [01:28.16] Pathetic, at first I was headed for heaven [01:28.69] But the devil said I'd be better never repentin' for my pen [01:33.85] Again when the venom is venerable, I'm too ****in' incredible [01:35.71] Unbiteable flow, it is inedible [01:38.97] My legible, my decibels and trebles are impeccable [01:39.50] One flip of the rap and kickin' it back to the momentum [01:40.88] I first had it when I was entering my zone [01:42.21] Whoa, look at the show- Luke Gawne, Crooked I and Craig O [01:44.30] You probably thought I was gonna slaughter every syllable [01:47.11] But I'm rippin' em, the best when I'm making it spit it [01:48.49] Bitch, I'm limitless (Yo!) [01:51.76] [01:52.03] [01:52.34] [01:53.96] Walking on with thoughts of redemption [01:54.55] Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division [01:55.07] Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay [01:55.64] Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay [02:00.48] Vision perfect, fantasy isn't [02:07.02] Rotting 'till I'm dead- voices spread, nobody listen [02:10.90] Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay [02:12.02] Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay [02:13.08] Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay [02:14.40] Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay (Uh, Crooks, go!) [02:18.08] [02:18.99] [02:25.76] Everybody worry about they guns in the second amendment [02:26.89] End it, my nigga, I'ma tell you in advance [02:29.49] You want America to ban every weapon invented [02:31.78] Just put a gun in a real nigga hands [02:33.77] 'Cause me holdin' steel wasn't built in the plans [02:35.38] Elephant in a room, I'ma poacher (Shot!) [02:36.95] Still live in a womb, I'ma smoke ya [02:38.29] Veteran in a mood, I'ma choke ya [02:39.36] Even if you're ill with your hands, you still getting killed- it don't matter [02:42.59] When a shooter go bananas in Nevada shooting outta the window at the Mandalay bay, like he had a McCain [02:44.20] He sprayin', the crowd shattered, and the data don't add up- more than 58 dead [02:47.93] Conspiracy theorists sayin' they really ain't dead [02:52.39] But tell that to the mother****er laying on the ground [02:53.25] With his brain matter splattered, head shattered on a platter [02:54.10] From the automatic ratata-tata that'll make you change everything in your mind frame [02:57.34] When the time came, Dylann Roof let his .9 aim [02:59.17] Walk into the church, turn that shit into a fire range [03:01.00] Squeezin' on the deacon til' his mind hangs, sideways [03:03.54] Nine slain- cries, pain, eyes drain, lies, blame [03:04.61] How do I explain hatred to a underage kid [03:08.04] Who's parents got their lives claimed by a killer [03:09.16] That the coppers got a whopper for at the Burger King [03:12.07] After the murder scene, they don't give a **** if we all die [03:13.71] Doin' a copper like an Eazy-E walk-by [03:15.74] Slaughterhouse logo pig gettin' hogtied [03:17.54] Fall guy, 'cause all I'm seein' is you devils bein' greedy for dineros [03:21.15] But you ****in' with a pharaoh, I'm the builder of the pyramid monument, my eye's on top of it [03:24.90] I'm all-eyes seein', like Horus [03:28.73] All I ever needed was a chorus, the shit that get 'em hooked from Philly to Middlebrook [03:30.89] These killers shook- you're lookin' at Crooked, you're lookin' at a book [03:31.72] Crook is a thesaurus, godlike being [03:33.06] This industry is full of shady -isms, they be in a favouritism, take a listen [03:34.38] Lyric disciple, I wrote the lyrical bible [03:35.68] Whoever said he did it, I'ma call it plagiarism [03:39.84] They was into Atheism, Paganism, Satanism- wait a minute [03:41.05] Pay the menace great attention- haters pissin', they be trippin' [03:43.05] They be listin' crazy spittin', daily rhythms, eighty bit 'em [03:45.41] Ate 'em like a plate of chicken [03:50.58] Players stick 'em for the blatant haterism [03:52.94] Say the mission ain't a mission if the lyricism isn't a main event when I'm paintin' pictures [03:55.85] You ****in' with a verbal gun clapper, I hunt rappers [03:56.67] I gun smoke blunt rappers quicker than your blazin' swisha [04:04.81] [04:05.14] [04:05.45] [04:05.74] Walking on with thoughts of redemption [04:06.88] Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division [04:07.17] Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay [04:07.44] Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay [04:10.90] Vision perfect, fantasy isn't [04:11.77] Rotting 'till I'm dead- voices spread, nobody listen [04:15.53] Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay [04:20.40] Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay [04:21.62] Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay [04:22.70] Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay