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PERFORMING ARTISTS
P. Phillips
P. Phillips
Drum Machine
Johnny Hodges
Johnny Hodges
Rap
James Armstrong
James Armstrong
Rap
Michael Marr
Michael Marr
Rap
Rakeem Calief Myer
Rakeem Calief Myer
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
P. Phillips
P. Phillips
Composer
Peter Philips
Peter Philips
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
P. Phillips
P. Phillips
Producer
Peter Philips
Peter Philips
Producer

歌詞

Like we filin' in the U.N That's because my word is bond Two for timin', shout out, this one's for money rhymes Take to 'em hard boiled, charbroil a fraud Holy ghost Peter Plymouth Rock landed on us I'll native(?) Kareem sky 'em, Dano raps book 'em Hawaii five tries to come a lie jive Euro express be offin' of your head to the rest Box slap your teeth gold raps with a foot in a sewer cap Sucka dance em, and hit 'em off like Noah To a eyy thing, yo that'll show and prove in my cash flow Rippin' out long dough featurin' prophecy Represent how I stay so, gimme my freedom Yeah, you wanna join the UN you can't beat 'em You and Dino Brave haas, at all cost b'gosh Punk feel when I blast one, dare to everyone Be quick to shoot at the mouth some Sparks a starter pistol, son get issues that supercedes my unborn (?) It's like no matter the weather, gettin' money, whatever Never say never, niggas we got to get this cheddar The crew is fresher, it's the UN and nothin' lesser Who wan test us? Yo, no one can do it better Feeling it, verbally killing it, UN affiliate Crowd controllin' it, forever standin' my grounds I'm holding it Kick for the hood, kick it for those in the strong Kick it for my niggas still here and arrestin' the god(?) Kickin' it while I dwell in the street, or while I be stressed While I be gettin' dressed and just black in the middle of sex While I be hittin' shorty off in the back, I just be usin' The sound of the claps for one of my thunderous tracks Rappers be buggin' thinkin' they hot, until I showed 'em They nothin' but duns, you was never blowin' the spot, I don't Catch cold, the only thing I'm catchin' is wreck And catchin' your girl at the bank while she cashin' a check (what) Finessin' a track, and Pete Rock blessin' it black The number one brother of soul it don't get better than that Very instrumental (uhh) Not coincidental (uhh) Blast through your speaker like a missle live official Major league rhyme sayer blast through your curve of acres Operator lay ya down blaze the sound fader Cross paths calculated mad splash when they feel the wrath Hundred yard dash John Carlos fast Theoretically, livin' out a legacy Chemistry form the UN, the bond is symphony Five lights through a prism, shine light and spread wisdom Dice games they rig 'em still tamperin' the system Last I be the first, we inherit the earth Four corners of the cypher now who bringin' the dirt Yeah, ya, yo, I'm out there Slingin' my rap kiddo, soon to get a black Benzo With the intent to bliddo, you know my MO With no ques-t-on, I demo, write a memo Yo, let's be on, SP ya'll, espionage Three is odd, European cars In the dead sea with a large burn fuckin' with ours What you receive is a foul verse that flood your heart Marc, I eight and oh, when they enroll, flavor eight Ways finagle a ho, Cake baker and blow away somethin' Melodramatic, niggarole gigolo jingle bell Ringer around your atoms, the rap mandingo Yoke a mic up, slam it, vocalize two hundred coats Frozen ice move like magic aerodynamic Tool of the masses, manufacture some rap shit Crack a barrel of half, put ten in this mac shit
Writer(s): Pete Phillips, Rakheim Meyer, Jason Hodges, Jimmy Armstrong, Michael Marr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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