Hellraiser — The Beatnuts: letras e videoclipes das músicas e shows

Hellraiser

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Hellraiser foi lançado em 21 de junho de 1994 por Columbia/Legacy como parte do álbum Street Level

Informações da música

ÁlbumStreet Level

Data de lançamento21 de junho de 1994

SeloColumbia/Legacy

Melodicidade

Acusticidade

Valence

Dançabilidade

Energia

BPM94

RESUMO

LETRA

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO

The Beatnuts

Interpretação

COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA

Lester Fernandez

Lester Fernandez

Composição

Bertony Smalls

Composição

Jerry Tineo

Composição

PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA

The Beatnuts

Produção

Chris Lighty

Produção executiva

Kirk Yano

Engenharia (mixagem)

Matt Tuffi

Engenharia (mixagem)

Letra

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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