積分
演出藝人
J.O. the Last Man
演出者
Hal Hopkins
饒舌
Joshua Hemingway
饒舌
Joshua Tilton
饒舌
Raymond Candelario
饒舌
Sean George
饒舌
詞曲
Hal Hopkins
詞曲創作
Joshua Hemingway
詞曲創作
Joshua Tilton
詞曲創作
Raymond Candelario
詞曲創作
Sean George
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
Skammadix
製作人
歌詞
I PLAY MY PART
I'M STAYIN' SHARP HERE
EITHER I MAKE MY MARK
OR I FADE TO DARK YEA
SO I'MMA TRY TO TAKE IT ALL
THEN I'MMA TRY TO TAKE SOME MORE
I THOUGHT I MADE IT ALL TIL I STARTED MAKIN' MORE
NOW I HATE YOU ALL
DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH MORE I CAN TAKE
BEFORE I START TO BREAK YA OFF
A LIL ONE TWO
KICK IT LIKE KUNG FU
TELL ME WHAT YOU GON' DO NOW
WHEN WE COME THROUGH
I AM UNRULY
UNCANNY
AIN'T NO UNDOIN'
ONCE THEY UNHAND ME
UNLEASH THE BEAST FROM THE EAST
WHEN HE FEAST
START AT YA FEET
AND SPIT OUT YA TEETH
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOIN' ON?
AND BY THE END YOU GON' KNOW THE SONG
SENSI STARR HOT LIKE A LOADED GUN
I'M HOLDIN' ONE
AT ANY GIVEN TIME
AIN'T JUST SPITTIN' RHYMES
I'M LIVIN' MINES
AND I AIN'T GONNA STOP WHEN IT ISN'T RIGHT
THE BREITLING SAY SO
THE NAME J.O.
AS YOU ALL MAY KNOW
AND SINCE A DAY OLD
MY BALLS HANG LOW
I AIN'T EVER HAD A HALO
I DO IT FOR THE PESO
THAT'S WHY MY HEART STAY COLD
AND THAT'S WHY I STAY HOT
I'M IN THE GRAY DROP TOP JEEP THEY WATCH
AS THEY SHOULD
I'M IN THEY HOOD
DUFFLE BAG STUFFED WITH THEY GOODS
IF THEY REALLY WANTED TO THEY COULD
BUT THEY WON'T CAUSE THEY KNOW
SEE WE LIVE BY THE SAME CODE
BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS AND YOU STAY BROKE
WANNA MAKE MORE?
HOLLA AT A G
I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO TURN A DOLLAR INTO THREE
MF
ALL I SEE IS VICTIMS
ALL I SEE IS VICTIMS
AIN'T NO COMPETITON
WHEN I AIN'T BUSY KILLIN' SESSIONS
I'M BUILDING WEAPONS
PROGRESSIN' MY SKILL
AND GETTIN' ILL WITH MY PHILLY BRETHREN
KILL YA SILLY HENCHMEN IN A MILLISECOND
DEATH IS ON YA HEELS
LIKE PARIS ARROW THROUGH ACHILLES TENDON
GAVE MY FAM ORDERS
THEN THEY RAN TOWARD YA
GREATEST OF ALL TIME
WE BRING THE GOAT TO THE LAMB SLAUGHTER
ONLY HEAT YOU KEPT IN YOUR PALM
WAS A HAND WARMER
YOU A DECEPTIVE CON
YOU LITTLE TRANSFORMER
YOU SEND YOUR FANS SOME MIXED SIGNALS
SWEAR TO GOD YOU ILL
BUT YA EYES IS FILLED WITH BITCH TWINKLES
I DON'T WRITE CHICK JINGLES OR HIT SINGLES
BUT MY PRESENCE IN RAP IS A GIFT
NO KRIS KRINGLE
AND FUCK IF YOU BUGATTI DRIVIN'
I'LL BUKKAKE YOUR NEW HOTTIE
CATCH A FEW BODIES WHEN YOU GOT ME WILIN'
PUNCHLINES SOUND LIKE TWO SHOTTIES FIRIN'
AND MY FLOW IS SO DEADLY
ITS PRECEDED BY A TSUNAMI SIREN
I HAD SUCH A LONG WAY TO GO WITH THAT OLD SKET IN TOW
ROLLED LIKE THE WINDOW TO THE BORDERS OF MEXICO
CHRIST OFFERIN'
AND THE CROSS I FLOSS I'VE LOST
SIX TABS OF CID
CHRISTOPHER CROSS
A BOSS PLAYER OF THIS RAP SHIT
YOUR FAVORITE MC BREAK NIGHT TRYNNA IMPRESS ME
LAYERS TO THIS RAP SHIT
OH YOU DID A SONG YA SONG HOT YOU GOT A VIDEO
VIDEO PROFESSIONAL YOU POPPIN' YOU GON' REALLY BLOW
FUCK OUTTA HERE YOU SOUND SILLY HOE
TRYNNA PLAY THE GOD WITH THAT DUNDUN DUNDUN SHIT
I MEAN REALLY THOUGH
FEEL ME BRO
I AIN'T EVEN MAD AT YOU FOR TRYIN'
BUT DON'T EVER TRY TO PLAY THE GOD LIKE I DON'T KNOW THE SCIENCE
IF YOU A GIANT I'M THE MAN THAT YOU LOOK UP TO
YOU A DEMON? I'M THE ONE THAT YOU GON' SACRIFICE BLOOD TO
MY THUGS DO HEAVY WORK
HAWK SWING DEZZY BURST
YOU TALK THINGS
I BET I CAN SHOW YOU WHAT YOU WAS NEVER WORTH
I'M GOOD BREAD UNLEAVENED
NEVER LAND IN LEAVENWORTH
I'M TOO LEVEL
FEW LEVELS ABOVE THESE PETTY JERKS
MACHETE WORK
MY PORTFOLIO IS POPPIN'
YOU NEVER SWANG A WEAPON AND YA COUNTRY FRONTIN' SOVEREIGN
PUSSY
I HATE YOU WITH MUCH CLARITY
SEVER FLESH WITH SUCH SEVERITY
I HOPE YOU HEARIN' ME
ALL YOU SUCKA DUCK MCS THAT SOUND WEIRD TO ME
COULD GET YA JAW BROKE AT A SHOW I HOPE YOU HEARIN' ME
BROKEN HOME LO-LIFE AYAK FUCK YA LIFE
EAST NEW YORK CONEY ISLAND SHIT WHENEVER I POP
THAT'S ON THE STRENGTH OF GORILLAS
YEA IT BE LIKE THAT
GOOGLE SPIT GEMZ DICK THAT'S WHERE YA WIFE AT
PUFFIN' THE BLUNT CLIP
DESTRUCTIVE AS SWUNG FIST
YOU PUSSY MOUTH PUNKS SHOULD BE SHUTTIN' YA CUNT LIPS
FUCK YOUR BOYS
I AM CRUSHIN' YOUR DUMB CLIQUE
LIKE A BROKE CONDOM ON HUNT'S POINT
I AM NOTHIN' TO FUCK WITH
WAR EMPEROR RAISIN' THE CORE PRESSURE
YOU'LL SEE MY POINT WHEN I STICK A SWORD THROUGH YOUR RETINA
I REINVENT DEATH EVERY FOUR MEASURES
IT'S YOUR FUNERAL
THIS AIN'T YOUR MUSIC GROUP
THOSE ARE YA PAUL BEARERS
EVERYBODY UP IN THE PLACE IS CHEERIN' IT
ME AND MY RUNNIN' MATES WE'RE THE REASON THAT FEAR EXISTS
WE AIN'T COME TO PLAY
I'M FUCKIN AIDS SERIOUS
HERE TO MAKE A PUSSY BLEED AFTER 28
PERIOD
I WALK THAT FINE LINE BETWEEN THE VIEWS AND DOCTRINES
OF A BUDDHIST SHAMAN AND TED GAZINSKI UNIBOMBIN'
GO TO LABS THROWIN' JABS ZAB JUDAH BOXIN
LYRICIST RESPECTED AT THE PYRAMID LIKE TUTANKHAMUN
THEY SAY BOLIC YOU'RE TOO DOPE TO USE SUBOXONE
NO SHIT SHERLOCK HOLMES
YA CONSTIPATED DOIN' WATSONS
I CHOOSE THE OPTION DISREGARDING HUMAN CONSCIENCE
NO PEACE
SCREAMIN' FUCK THE POLICE LIKE CUBE IN COMPTON
THE BITCH IN YOU IS COMMON
ON COMPUTERS BLOGGIN'
USER LOG-IN
HOPPIN' ON BOLIC'S CASHEWS AND ALMONDS
BUNCHA INTERNET TROLLS GHOULS AND GOBLINS
FUMES AND TOXINS FROM RAMEN NOODLES
FILL THE ROOMS YA LOCKED IN
YA GIRL'S MOLECULES ARE BONDED LIKE AN EVIL TWIN'S FETUS LIMBS
JOINED AT THE MOUTH TO MY PENIS SKIN
I SMOKE WEED AND BINGE
DRINK SEAGRAM'S GIN
AND MY SEMEN SWIMS
TEARIN' DOWN THE WALLS LIKE I'M IN EAST BERLIN
THE DEMON DEEP WITHIN PEOPLE
ME AND HIM EQUAL
SOMETHIN' SO DOPE IT ONLY SPINS WITH THESE SYRINGE NEEDLES
WE'D HAVE BEEN PEACEFUL AS OBEDIENT BEAGLES
THEN PIGS STARTIN' RACE WARS LIKE A SCENE WITH VIN DIESEL
SO WE DON'T LIVE LEGAL IN HELL
THE LANDS LAWLESS
KIDS COMPELLED NOT TO DO SHIT THEMSELVES
THEY CAMCORD IT
I'M TWISTING Ls WITH INFIDELS WHO RAN TOWARD IT
CAUSE IRONICALLY IT ISN'T SITTIN' WELL
AND WE WON'T STAND FOR IT
TRANSPORTED DRUGS HIGH AS FUCK DIFFERENT SPOTS
WEED IN MY SYSTEM
10 LBS IN MY KICKER BOX
THEN I DIP STICKIN COCK TO THE THICKEST THOT
WITH A BIGGER BOOTY THAN SIR-MIX-A-LOT'S CHICKS HAVE GOT
Written by: Hal Hopkins, Joshua Hemingway, Joshua Tilton, Raymond Candelario, Sean George