《El Flow》歌词

[00:04:50] Rugged like Rwanda, don't wind up far or get chopped up

[00:04:50] Quick to rush the spot like baby urine get mopped up

[00:04:50] Tags that spray your hall with rap aerosol

[00:04:50] Organized graffiti lectures in can control

[00:04:50] Or level with the devil racing uptown first to Fort Apache

[00:04:50] I'm much too much for any demon style to master me

[00:04:50] From the thought's next bridge to the hell's gate, lyrically detonating

[00:04:50] Sparking M-80's and bottle rockets it's a ni**a chaser

[00:04:50] Downtown graffiti deface a h****n debaser

[00:04:50] Open up your eyes and clean out your nature

[00:04:50] Wide open like the grand canyon

[00:04:50] Emcees couldn't hang if they was lynched by the Grand Dragon

[00:04:50] Searching for my style like Job-Corps

[00:04:50] But sabotaging me ain't easy

[00:04:50] I'm crooked like Nathan Wind starring as Cochese

[00:04:50] With a big baseball bat you get robbed like DeNiro

[00:04:50] A sandwich still ain't nothing but a hero

[00:04:50] Just a small sample of the abstract

[00:04:50] Whether shooting joints or wax

[00:04:50] I go all out and attack crabs and herbs that's crazy wack

[00:04:50] We all can't be pimps, and we all can't rap

[00:04:50] You got to get your dollars on cause it's on like that

[00:04:50] Here's what I want you to do

[00:04:50] Niggas with the green axe and burgundy Forerunner, inhuman like Blade Runner

[00:04:50] When I'm rhyming all summer just listen to the drummer

[00:04:50] Transistor blister feedback freak the impeders

[00:04:50] Funk flow we expose frequencies in sequence

[00:04:50] Napalm gets dropped long range like fiber optics

[00:04:50] Check the rhyme activity your skills is microscopic

[00:04:50] Peace to my crew and my ni**a El-P

[00:04:50] Who's here to spark it causing all these crabs to flee

[00:04:50] Check it and I inflict it quattro nine fifty lungs misty

[00:04:50] Color me Maxmillian cause I'm that crazy robot

[00:04:50] Teetering on the edge of outer space

[00:04:50] Spitting buckshots till black holes surround me, you found me

[00:04:50] As far as I'm concerned I've got your ashes in an urn

[00:04:50] Big up, the temperamental hold none barred kid

[00:04:50] What's your confunction? Tracks is type dusty

[00:04:50] Drinking water out the well of life and I'ma piss it back rusty

[00:04:50] Flesh and phonics, you're god damned right

[00:04:50] I'm on 'em like aeorta pacemakers hooked up to clappers

[00:04:50] The witness to the sh*t you wanna be

[00:04:50] DBA lyrical P known as a simp and I'm a sycophant

[00:04:50] Feeding on fats passed and dipped

[00:04:50] In and out of my invisible state

[00:04:50] Forerunner rep tyrannical

[00:04:50] Wrecks like tecs bust mechanical

[00:04:50] Rusty goner weasel painting beats on an easel

[00:04:50] Shoot a head up, what b**ch you're boxing shadows

[00:04:50] Look out my way you pull your breath out to battle

[00:04:50] Breaking your double helix, and now the sh*t is single

[00:04:50] Not mono, I burn the needle out your vinyl

[00:04:50] El-P the third gunner on the grassy knoll

[00:04:50] Stroll, keep the seventh seal of heaven in my pocket

[00:04:50] You're faggot like sprockets, motherf**k the Houston Rockets

[00:04:50] I'm so sick of recycled metaphors

[00:04:50] Bet but I'd f**k Laura Ingalls only when she's done with her chores

[00:04:50] Got rappers tip toeing on a Highway to Heaven

[00:04:50] Got manners like Bruce Banner when he's stressed

[00:04:50] I'm sick of your corny beats and your crowd-involved hooks

[00:04:50] Cause I'm a thinker

[00:04:50] Evil anus letting off stinkers

[00:04:50] Eight steps to perfection

[00:04:50] The sum of each part forms an octagon

[00:04:50] Let rhyme styles get sparked

[00:04:50] Eight steps to perfection

[00:04:50] The sum of each part forms an octagon

[00:04:50] Where rhyme styles get sparked

[00:04:50] The holy terror, last moves you never won't win

[00:04:50] Playing taps on a violin

[00:04:50] I rate one like a Chinese, Jamaicin like a chin

[00:04:50] Hot rocking corduroy, Ballys that's so fitted

[00:04:50] Niggas came and assed out my tracks and left 'em shitted

[00:04:50] F**k the movement, lubricate the smooth sh*t

[00:04:50] Just to letcha know, never do I use it

[00:04:50] Strictly the blueprint for the ghetto music in my cipher

[00:04:50] Shorty the sniper Jeep like Cherokee

[00:04:50] When I take aim handling wall to wall emcees

[00:04:50] Mr. Madman attract lyrics like magnets

[00:04:50] They f**k up speaking cavernous when I'm stabbing it

[00:04:50] Like the Juice, then go Bronco busting loose

[00:04:50] To kick any type sport like the vandal

[00:04:50] I manhandle, emcees get murdered like tennessa

[00:04:50] Or trapped in the bedroom with the Texas Chain Saw

[00:04:50] Massacre one two three you're taking and tell 'em

[00:04:50] Eastwick underground New York be the dwelling

[00:04:50] I keep telling 'em the state of the mind be the mentals

[00:04:50] If you murder up in the ghetto you murder in a temple