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Devil Music
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嘻哈/说唱
Devil Music 由 The Bicycle Music Company 于 1995年11月14日 发行,作为专辑“ ”的一部分。Labcabincalifornia
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发行日期1995年11月14日
唱片公司The Bicycle Music Company
旋律性
不插电
Valence
舞蹈性
能量
BPM95

制作

出演艺人
The Pharcyde
The Pharcyde
表演者
Mwalk
Mwalk
刮擦
Bootie Brown
Bootie Brown
声乐
Fatlip
Fatlip
声乐
Slimkid3
Slimkid3
声乐
Wu-Tang Clan
Wu-Tang Clan
被采样艺人
作曲和作词
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
词曲作者
Emandu Wilcox
Emandu Wilcox
词曲作者
Derrick Stewart
Derrick Stewart
词曲作者
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
词曲作者
Romye Robinson
Romye Robinson
词曲作者
Russell Jones
Russell Jones
词曲作者
Jason Hunter
Jason Hunter
词曲作者
Gary Grice
Gary Grice
词曲作者
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
词曲作者
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
词曲作者
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Lamont Jody Hawkins
词曲作者
T. Hardson
T. Hardson
词曲作者
制作和工程
Tim Latham
Tim Latham
录音工程师
Rick Clifford
Rick Clifford
录音工程师
James Mansfield
James Mansfield
录音工程师
Bryan Davis
Bryan Davis
录音工程师
Gary Wallis
Gary Wallis
录音工程师
Anthony Walker
Anthony Walker
录音工程师
Paul Arnold
Paul Arnold
混音工程师
Fatlip
Fatlip
制作人

歌词

[Intro]
Yeah, check it out, one-two
Check it out, check it out
One-two, one-two, one-two, one-two
Yeah, check it out
[Instrumental]
Yes, I am
(My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation)
(My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation)
Are you ready?
Hah, yeah (Yes, I am)
[Verse 1]
The way that mama raised us was pure faith
So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us
Or lay us down to sleep, know the wolf from the sheep
Or the sheep who cried wolf and threw the deadly hoof
While the wolf was asleep, I keep my mind a ghost
Follow my heart the most, don't play fools too close
Sleep with my eyes at post
So diablo won't be hostin' the game of life
The knife sits by the throats of the young
And blows death straight through the lungs
As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums
But we shall overcome 'cause we ain't dumb
But we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts
And the **** by the nuts, ear, tongue, and butts
Yeah, they're tryin' to fuck us up, but, shit, you know what's up
We gotta get with the movements and move men soon
They consume every womb who bares beneath the stairs of they doom
Before they let a new soul bloom
Best believe they're gonna shove 'em in a tomb
[Chorus]
'Cause every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
[Instrumental]
Early Saturday mornin', I was cartoon gazin'
Slowly broke into the kitchen to fill a bowl full of Raisin Bran
As I ran up and down the TV stations
I witnessed Indian Joe getting tricked out of his nation
By a silly hillbilly who laughed as the shit happened
Everything the same, the game continued into rappin'
Deception is at an all-time high
You give a piece of your soul to receive some crumbs from the pie
But you know I keep on rappin' until the break of dawn
Even though it is my soul that I do not even own (What? What?)
You know I keep on rappin' 'til the break of dawn
Even though it is my soul that I do not even own 'cause
[Chorus]
'Cause every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
[Verse 2]
I was poor (Poor), Black, broke, beyond a shadow of a doubt (Doubt)
Ass-out, wide open, waitin' for my shit to come on out
Speakin' about the time before I got signed
I was coolin' behind Coolio in the county line
My big brother used to say I was an asshole
Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle
Of high school, why fool with foolish rules and guidelines?
Fuck the cap and tassels, said forget the trade and tried rhymes
Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2
Me and my **** LA Jay back at SCU
I grabbed the mic one time, check it, one-two, we in
Freakin' major flavors for my fellow Nubians
Takin' shit to the next level
Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin' devil
[Chorus]
'Cause every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
[Outro]
Yeah, I wanna give a shout out to my man Self Jupiter, you know what I'm sayin'?
Locked up and shit
Yeah, what's up, ****?
Yo, yo, yo, this is Imani, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's 1995 and everything is alright
I'ma say peace to my man Kalani and let him rest in peace, pieces (Yes, indeed, yes, indeed, yes, indeed)
And it goes, and it goes
And it goes like (And it goes)
And it goes, and it goes
And it goes like (And it goes like)
And it goes, and it goes
And it goes like this (And it goes like)
And it goes, and it goes (Yes, indeed)
And it goes like this (Check it out)
Written by: Clifford Smith, Corey Woods, Dennis Coles, Derrick Stewart, Emandu Wilcox, Gary Grice, Jason Hunter, Lamont Jody Hawkins, Robert Diggs, Romye Robinson, Russell Jones, Trevant Hardson
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