Problems - Buddha Monk：歌詞、ミュージックビデオ、コンサート

Problems

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Problemsは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2008年1月1日にChambermusik RecordsによりリリースされましたZu Chronicles 3

曲の詳細

アルバムZu Chronicles 3

リリース日2008年1月1日

レーベルChambermusik Records

LanguageEnglish

メロディック度

アコースティック度

ヴァランス

ダンサビリティ

エネルギー

BPM96

概要

歌詞

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Buddha Monk

Performer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Mr. Tibbs

Producer

歌詞

If you ruled the world I'd be the king of all kings

And make sure everybody just swing them things

From Brook-lawn to Tuscan, Duc Lo with two guns

Prepare to bust, ya shook ones, damn right I eat ya quick, son

The bom to bom to bang to bang diggy, gimme gimme

If ya move that's ya ass, hey!

It's the greatest mic spitters, heavy smoke sippers

Sixteen bar rippers, can't hang? Then dip you with liquor

I was born, in this rap thing and I'll battle anybody who say it ain't true

Man, you wanna battle me? Uh.. six minutes, six minutes

Six minutes, and uh, six minutes, six minutes, uh, six minutes

Six minutes, man, ya diggin, ya on

All aboard to the last stop, hop the train, a new lots taken

An L to the head, lemme see what you got

The way I shoot the gift, there's no choice but talks

I bust shots, when Major drops kids are shell-shocked

Welcome to the b-locks, tight grill with the g-lock conceiled

C-ops player hate cuz I get off just like Bill Clinton

Phat rhymes I be spittin, y'all **** stay bitchin

Hold up, yo stop, look and listen to that shit y'all be kickin

Startin off every song with that long ass intermission

Now I stay hittin, Wallabees and biege linen

Me begins these while me still hard if ya lit it

It's a big payback, Major or independent

Record label, then I merk like Sable, Black Entertainment

Then I'm not leavin off cables, check?

L-I-F-E is hard as hell

Battle anybody, I don't care, you chill

I excell, Zu never fail

Better go and tell Layza Life to rock

I translate, formulate style great

I be the wildest mothafucka outta New York State

Hail the great, all I see, my mindstate

Murderous track Killa Bee, early or late

Come with that, break back style type shit

Rock the show six minutes, doggy count my grip

Hold it down, with a stone fist, takin no isht

Cuddle up, under a sheet, sleep with fish

Hit any pitch any **** throw, every **** know

Done with the Zu produced by Duc Lo

Bet you will know, Medina Gods take no shit

Layza beam burn cornea cells with hot spit

My Glock hits, bullseye, sound boy dead

Man fuck with Zu, man rudeboy dead

Eh! Didididididadiday

For all you sucka MC's, won't you please come out to play?

Cuz styles of y'alls, I could spot an imposter

Focus like pair of binoculars

Lift you off the Earth like propellers of a chopper

You **** spit it improper, get no nominees for no Oscar

Enforce, Dunn tear the block up

Un's make you evacuate the premises, destroy them villages

With my lava, spit on you **** like revolvers

Don't waste ya time and ya health tryin to bother

Hold it down with my **** and by myself

And the X on the target I mark ya

Might have an iced out appearance

Everythin you have goes like a liquidation clearance

Flows and words stuck in ya tongue, can't come out

Cuz you fear this, all you square **** need to hear this

This is real serious, make you go through series of this shit

Capture your hot ear, let you hear the bullshit you kick

What are you stupid? Wanna get shot dead by this ghetto Cupid?

Won't show you no love, I show you the gat to prove it

Dig it, dig it

Don't push me cuz I'm close to the edge

I'm tryin not to lose my head (Hahahah)

Flipmode on crews like Decepticons

Smack the head off of Voltron, rip off his altered arms

Drop a bomb, pom pom, sing alongs

Let me snatch the emblem off his chest so you could hear the sirens

Man down, where ever I'm in, surround sound

Bet now, rep now, clear it, select now

Yo come get some, you know the outcome

I beat yo ass boy (You really don't want none!)

You checkin on cash like ASCAP

And blast at any MC, if you'se a phony, unmask that

When you come around me, technically I'm bugged

Nobody bought ya album, I bombed ya fan club

(Yo what his name was?) Who cares? No buzz in my eyes

I swat flies and stomp roaches, eyes ferocious

Dragon approaches, burn players and coaches

Cheerleaders and doljas, I came with soldiers

To the game, play and tell boy, catch a sharp elbow

Fatigue overalls and nines in the velcrow

Problems (They're legendary)

Problems (Duc Lo)

Problems (Don't fuck wit)

Problems in the world today

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