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artist
The Beatnuts
Hellraiser
1.045
Hip-Hop/Rap
Hellraiser dirilis pada 21 Juni 1994 oleh Columbia/Legacy sebagai bagian dari album Street Level
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AlbumStreet Level
Tanggal Rilis21 Juni 1994
LabelColumbia/Legacy
Melodiksi
Level Akustik
Valence
Kemampuan untuk menari
Energi
BPM94

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LIRIK

Video Musik

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Beatnuts
The Beatnuts
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lester Fernandez
Lester Fernandez
Composer
Bertony Smalls
Bertony Smalls
Composer
Jerry Tineo
Jerry Tineo
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Beatnuts
The Beatnuts
Producer
Chris Lighty
Chris Lighty
Executive Producer
Kirk Yano
Kirk Yano
Mixing Engineer
Matt Tuffi
Matt Tuffi
Mixing Engineer

Lirik

Este hermano esta enloquecido, amigo!
Try to play me close and get roast
Damn, my ears are burning hot
Damn, my ears are burning hot
I think I got faking the funk motherfucks up in my spot
They know I'm gonna blow so they press up on
The Kool I gets dissed like a fool when I'm gone
So get out and leave me alone, close my door
Gotta whisper 'cause I got some fucking ears on my floor
They're trying to catch on to see who I'm giving the hood
There it is square biz, don't take my kids
All these phony motherfuckers wanna shake my hand
And, behind my back, talk shit to the next man
Click, bam, into your block
You got beats, but stop, your shit is wack
Yeah, you better keep it subliminal
Cause I don't play, some say my style's type criminal
And we can get down, yo for real
Yeah, so whatever kid, do what you feel, sucker
Try to play me close and get roast, sucker
Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers
Try to play me close and get roast, sucker
Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers
Try to play me close and get roast, sucker
Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers
Try to play me close and get roast, sucker
Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers
You see me and I see you
But you still want to act like you don't see me, cool
Years ago an A&R dissed our fucking demos and said that shit was gar-
-bage, you big-time bitch, blow me
Your label's shit and you'll regret it in a moment
Now you eat dilz, while I puff on the Phils
And still, you can't comprehend your skills
You remember the time, only after I performed
Called my hotel door, you want to blow me like a storm
But, Blue, no matter what you do
You can't trick this kid, too cool, I thought you knew, fool
Try to play me close and get roast, sucker
Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers
Try to play me close and get roast, sucker
Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers
Try to play me close and get roast, sucker
Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers
Try to play me close and get roast, sucker
Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers
Now, I got you trapped, feeling weak and nervous
Word up, 'cause I be strapped like the Secret Service
The cops, they run me down for the guns I be wielding
I'll murder a force to get lost between buildings
Time to go to war, to the raiser, now I'ma flip
Ripping more **** than an axe in a horror flick
Doing mad crime, I remember the days well
The demon inside of me had invited me to raise hell
I don't want to have to snuff nobody
I just drank my twenty-fifth coke with Bacardi
Try to play me close and get roast, sucker
Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers
Written by: Bertony Smalls, Jerry Tineo, Lester Fernandez

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