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Lyrical Wizardry
1,093
Hip-Hop/Rap
Lyrical Wizardry은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 1995년 8월 29일일에 Big Beat Records에서 발매되었습니다.Conspiracy
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발매일1995년 8월 29일
라벨Big Beat Records
언어English
멜로디에 강한 음악
어쿠스틱 악기 중심
발랑스
춤추기 좋은 음악
에너지
BPM89

크레딧

실연 아티스트
Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Junior M.A.F.I.A.
실연자
Klepto
Klepto
실연자
작곡 및 작사
Akshun
Akshun
작사가 겸 작곡가
Klepto
Klepto
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
DJ Clark Kent
DJ Clark Kent
협력 프로듀서
제이컵 요크
제이컵 요크
협력 프로듀서
Christopher "The Notorious B.I.G" Wallace
Christopher "The Notorious B.I.G" Wallace
책임 프로듀서
Craig Kallman
Craig Kallman
책임 프로듀서
Lance "Un" Rivera
Lance "Un" Rivera
책임 프로듀서
Kenny Ortiz
Kenny Ortiz
믹싱 엔지니어

가사

Lyrical wizardry dances on MC's like Murray on SC's
Never flaunt, now motherfuckers come test me
Burnin' everybody hotter than torches at Jamaican parties
Far from angels, **** can't see me like Charlie
Style weak? Hardly!
Don't let the wacked pursue you like Marley
JM clique moves in packs like whities on Harleys
**** get injured, fucked do' in 40 fingers
Got bitches by bike-by, bussin' Glocks off a' ninjas
Klep don't give three shits to flip scripts
Dismiss bullets from clips, leave **** rollin' up skateboards
Wit nuttin' under they hips, bitch, so if you test me
Shit gets messy, bustin' .38 speci
Outta paper bags like Joe Pesci
Yo, you know the tune
Make sure bitches don't eat
When it's time to shit out them coke balloons
Bocked up the ninja when it got shady, now I got grown ladies
Bustin' .380's outta E Class Mercedes
Hurry the fuck up bitch, get on!
(Fuck you motherfucker let me out this L)
There they go right there, dot them ****
(Motherfuckers!! )
MC's get cut like glass, cut like class
Rag tagged and crash, hemp bags, come save dat ass
Who wanna get broke the fuck up? Tell me!
Freakin' vocabulary like Chinese and spellin' bees
T-P-E-L-K held to reflect a device-es
The nicest, Jesus Christ it's
Junior Mafioso, **** get torn off head to torso
Bullets evacuated out windows
From Heckler and Koch, P7 inmates
Extra .380 on a string 'round my neck 'cause Feds check the waist
No time to waste, grab the loot and escape before next break
Heads are clockin', private eyes are watchin'
**** caught up in the hustle
Fuck flippin' packages and tyin' up, minx and rings I bubble
Trouble's what I look for in stores on expensive floors
Beelin' boots is essence, bookin' Pelle's in my drawers
Armani, Gianni Versace, V2
Lost count o' all the little sections me and mans ran through
It ain't hard to discard cans of mace on guards
Leave them bitch ass **** screamin' like a fuckin retard
Lyrically, I come off like ink alarms
Got styles under the wing like spread is booked under my arms
**** couldn't see me with closed circuit TV
Tryin' to peep my steez, like DT's I get over like I'm fifteen
(Hey, you're not fifteen)
I'm fifteen, what?
(What do you think we are? Assholes or somethin'?)
Fuck you! Soundin' like that **** from Night Court
Loose my cuffs I'm outta here!
MC's be fake like toupes so I transplant
Implant my fist to their face makin' their skin raise
Soundwaves disrupted, they fucked kid!
Earholes, blood erupted, but that ain't nuttin'
The best is yet to come
MC's get strung like heads on drums
They don't be knowin' what I'm knowin'
Flowin' like I'm flowin'
Makin' motherfuckers take nose dives like 747 Boeings
Obnoxious, beef-squashers, face-to-face
**** get wet up like galoshes on Klep's place
Due to hard times sayin' prayers committin' crimes
Sick minds don't care, rockin' parties from front to rear
Brains engulfed by ferocious thoughts, it's on!
Runnin' up on Big with Lex with napkins doused with chloroform
Livin' in a world where you do what you must
If preachers be robbin' ****, who the fuck can you trust?
Written by: Akshun, Klepto
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