The Finest-MF DOOM/TOMMY GUNN

[00:00.000] 作词 : Gunn, MF Doom [00:06.157]As the life cycle goes on goes on [00:09.908]And you learn to hold on (hold on) [00:14.891]To things like the mic the mic [00:20.392]And you learn to appreciate who is the nicest on said device [00:20.946] [00:21.673]Time at shashuma, too much drama, blind behind the rumor [00:24.431]Time and time and time, my mind, I'm trying to find a tumor [00:26.682]Time at shashuma, no time for humor [00:31.600]As soon as one of ya' men's dead in Hempstead, you trying to find Pumas [00:34.847]Sooner the better, even knitted a sweater already [00:36.098]Keep your leather, we coming through the brutal weather [00:37.135](You know it like a poet, my brother) [00:39.461](Hey, Gunn you wit it?) Whatever [00:39.960] [00:40.461]I know about going paid to broke, to next day well-off [00:41.953]To bust a shell off, to ****-riders: "Get the hell off" [00:45.703]Made a call to a client, he must've had his cell off [00:48.203]A show-off, he has the same bite but fell off [00:50.712]I tell off the bat, from science to pure facts [00:54.172]Which niggas is wack 'til they last two tracks [00:55.680]Matter fact, y'all could wait for the rep to tell [00:57.930]The tall-tale, how he escape from out the depths of hell [00:58.674] [00:59.834]When die, he gon' die like a soldier die [01:01.581]Holding a swollen eye, drinking Olde Gold [01:03.335]Smoking a stog, watching po-po patrol the beach [01:05.821]Blowing my high, rolling by, when Gunn die [01:07.585]He gon' try to preach the streets then go to the sky [01:08.956] [01:09.529]Yup! That hold water, like drizzle in a paper cup [01:12.027]This one etched in stone, the chisel with the paper up [01:14.778]I need a cut: a taper-up, edge-up [01:16.532]Niggas can't measure up, I'm here to get the treasure up [01:17.772] [01:19.283]Stands up and hold 'em high, do or die [01:20.780]He got heat, no surprise, stop the beat, close your eyes [01:22.780]Got the weed, rolling lah [01:24.021]Not sweet, so no demise, all the guys drops seeds so multiply [01:26.027]Within the prophecies hold the lie [01:29.531] [01:30.781]He bled my mother and my father, but can't bleed me [01:33.532]OD, ghetto misery, he bled my brother, my sister, but can't bleed me [01:38.531]A OG, ghetto misery, bled my mother, my father, but can't bleed [01:39.783] [01:42.781]Me sci-fly, whole style stuck up [01:45.030]Used to talk to myself, I told him, "Shut the **** up!" [01:47.527]Buckle up, cause it's about to be rough [01:49.529]He said, "Keep talking that shit, you 'bout to be snuffed" [01:52.281]Then we squashed it, I let em know: "Watch it [01:54.531]We only met a time to join these rhymers in the mosh pit" [01:57.531]Gosh, it feels great just to increase the chance [01:59.769]For a bad nigga face to hit the dance floor [02:01.030] [02:01.775]I pull ya' top up, got clout, crack rock, what? [02:04.030]Now it's all good business, and so this ***** is locked up [02:06.281]On the dance floor: you got knocked out, your bitch got knocked up [02:08.781]Baby-face, and hey can you brand you, brand new machete [02:11.280]Damn, I just shook your hand and can't stand you already [02:14.280]Can't stand you, understand you deadly [02:15.774]But my hammer's like a band, my man, it's Brand New and Heavy [02:18.280]Yo' Doom, you ready? [02:19.031] [02:20.034](Yeah! Yo' Gunn, you with it?) Whatever [02:21.032] [02:21.780]Come on stay, I wrote this rhyme on my born-day [02:23.983]Remind me of the same style I flipped on "Hey!" [02:25.734]Yikes! Who can **** with the likes [02:27.985]Of one such who scores touchdown and spikes mic's [02:30.228]Metal grill, with many styles, better still [02:32.735]Feel like number 26 on a roulette wheel [02:35.231]And deal, and run rings around rhymers [02:37.985]And run rings like number runners whose old-timers [02:38.484] [02:39.235]Shorty in the all black, she think she all that [02:41.730]I called her, she said, "Don't call back!" [02:43.223]She called me, now what you call that? [02:44.227]Let's go back, I sold crack [02:45.985]Hold gats, smoke that, drink that, toke that [02:47.738]****! Where that ho at? Where that dough at? [02:48.228] [02:49.484]Suffering succotash! This hooker broke into his last buck of cash [02:52.235]He love her, mother**** her ass [02:53.985]Metal feet dented your car fender [02:55.480]My agenda up in the basement party tipping the bartender [02:59.441]Is unbeknownst to you who could get body blown? [03:00.933]MF like Mike Fran Corleone [03:02.940]And got it sown, maricon, like to know what you staring at? [03:05.938]An invisible cat, who pull off a disappearing act [03:07.939]Raised by a pack a wild womens like Sweetback [03:10.440]Front? I'mma be back! (Like brothers in the street act) [03:13.190](Surrounded by a bunch a bad bitches like Sweetback) [03:15.381](**** with me I'll be back) [03:16.629]Like niggas in the streets act (streets act!)