The Vow - LL Cool J/Mad Squablz.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : JT Smith/Jaleel Marquis Ross/Dahseim Henry/Kashif Dove/James Brown/Betty Jean Newsome
[00:00.378] 作曲 : JT Smith/Jaleel Marquis Ross/Dahseim Henry/Kashif Dove/James Brown/Betty Jean Newsome
[00:00.756]作词 : JT Smith/Jaleel Marquis Ross/Dahseim Henry/Kashif Dove/James Brown/Betty Jean Newsome
[00:01.041]作曲 : JT Smith/Jaleel Marquis Ross/Dahseim Henry/Kashif Dove/James Brown/Betty Jean Newsome
[00:01.372][Verse 1: LL COOL J]
[00:10.944]There was smoke when the mother's water broke
[00:13.254]The doc saw the horns, oh my God, it's a goat
[00:15.771]The nurse cut the cord, got shocked with a million volts
[00:18.408]Almost dropped him on the floor, but the baby started to float
[00:21.137]Umbilical cord turned into a gold rope
[00:23.686]A mic appeared in his hand, body started to jolt
[00:26.861]Angels injected him with lyrical dope
[00:29.098]The same drug they gave Hemingway and Edgar Allen Poe
[00:31.778]The whole world's raving for the baby, the bell tolls
[00:34.591]A crowd gathered 'round, throwin' punches and elbows
[00:37.253]Then his mama arose and recited a poem
[00:39.731]Todd's a hip-hop god, **** rock and roll
[00:42.278]Put the baby in the whip, there was a solar eclipse
[00:44.980]Then a spirit came, wrote his name down in hieroglyphs
[00:47.747]Breakbeats played, he had speaker for a crib
[00:50.553]She screamed, "Jack the Rip" and ignited his gifts
[00:53.087]To the parents, he's a legend, to the children a myth
[00:55.700]Here's some firsthand experience of Mr. Smith
[00:58.412]Alias: Mr. Killin'-Every-Rapper-In-His-Radius
[01:01.138]Ciphers to stadiums, bars is vibranium
[01:04.102]Molecular structure of the nucleus of his cranium
[01:06.840]Platinum, uranium, lyrical titanium
[01:09.254]In other words, whoever it concern
[01:11.730]If you **** around with fire, you gon' get that ass turned to ash
[01:14.733]True story, I'm a walkin' crematorium
[01:17.695]Helpin' rappers earn obituaries from historians
[01:19.949]Bangin' on 'em, yellow tape and red sheets layin' on 'em
[01:22.776]Carved hands, tombstones, prayin' for 'em
[01:25.185]Movin' the chess pieces like telekinesis
[01:27.942]As a toddler, he walked with two panthers on leashes
[01:30.506]Learned early on where the mark of the beast is
[01:33.385]By the time he hit puberty, he richer than Croesus
[01:35.879]Slicker than Odysseus on a odyssey, intellect is part of me
[01:39.510]So pardon me if it's harder to follow me
[01:41.320]What does that mean?
[01:42.584]He's a mythological melanated progeny of royalty, sprayin' you with soliloquies
[01:46.413]Gil Heron with the camouflage gear on
[01:49.285]Ignorance is the virus, my ink is the interferon (Yeah)
[01:51.911]The last poet, revolutionary with guns loaded (Mad Squablz)
[01:54.773]Back to elevate the culture, that's my only motive
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[01:57.970][Verse 2: Mad Squablz]
[01:58.381]Uh, to **** with me, you need your ammo up
[02:00.041]Proceed to stand on punks, you know the schemes will leave your flannel scuffed
[02:02.750]Peep the handle, son, know my procedure be to damage stuff
[02:05.389]No Madden franchise, but this my season, we just havin' fun
[02:07.852]Uh, cash rules everythin' I hate and love
[02:10.834]N****s hate to face reality, that's why we takin' drugs
[02:13.501]Payin' plugs, but there will come a time when it just ain't enough
[02:16.222]You might just turn to Cobain if you ain't as tough
[02:18.988]I might emerge with propane, it's a fatal stunt
[02:21.500]Properly insert a bold claim as if I ain't the one
[02:24.390]And now I'm rhymin' with a legend like I said I would
[02:26.848]Intrinsically, I murder beats just like a legend should
[02:29.574]Tried to convince 'em I was meant for this, the best I could
[02:32.300]N****s narcoleptic, won't accept I'm here to wreck for good
[02:34.865]Feelin' more intrepid, more receptive since I left the hood
[02:37.500]Feelin' more adept and on your neck's where l'ma plant my foot
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[02:39.711][Verse 3: J-S.A.N.D.]
[02:40.040]Name a n***a that flow harder, flow more graphic than flowcharts
[02:42.709]Won't relax till I build up these plaques and hold tartar
[02:45.262]Spare no targets, got a flow so nauseous
[02:48.151]I cough up words and throw bars up
[02:50.337]Hardly a reverend, but I'm always gon' thank the Lord for the blessings
[02:53.298]In life, I learned that takin' losses is a part of the lesson
[02:55.706]I fathered you peasants, you n****s my sons
[02:57.594]So when I kill you mother****ers, we'll just call it postpartum depression
[03:00.992]Lafayette, Louisiana, where n****s be squeezin' hammers
[03:03.950]N****s don't speak with grammar, so people gon think we bamas
[03:06.569]It's frequent to keep your hands up, anybody can get it
[03:09.213]And anybody can give it to you, it's like Secret Santa
[03:11.853]I'm sayin', you n****s is nothin' like me and my
[03:14.237]You look at n****s and deify, we defy
[03:16.748]Defeat and divide, reheat and refry
[03:19.685]N****s ain't reachin' this high, need to repeat and retry
[03:22.220]B***h, I'm too different to be in any competition with y'all
[03:24.942]The only way I quit is if you get petitions involved
[03:27.688]So you can place your bets, you bet against me, you gon' stay in debt
[03:30.730]I stay the best 'cause I'm the only rookie that can face the vets
[03:33.680]You little n****s n***r raisin' threats
[03:35.923]You n****s bitter and y'all sweet, you mother****ers is Raisinettes
[03:38.622]I'm layin' low and chasin' checks
[03:40.349]'Cause when I blow, I'm finna run the rap game like the FitnessGram Pacer Test
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[03:44.075][Verse 4: Don Pablito]
[03:44.392]You n****s can't check me, I hope your next move don't upset me
[03:46.894]Got fresh prints on this barrel, in a suit like Jeffrey
[03:49.482]I get you clean through your towel, had to clean up the towns
[03:52.443]For the beef we browse, like releasin' the hounds
[03:55.164]Had the monkey on the counter with his hands on his mouth
[03:58.548]The other monkey for his ears so we ain't hearin' you out
[04:00.151]The third monkey had his hands over his eyes
[04:02.503]So you can get buried if you imply
[04:04.745]I'm outta the country where two can dine, now honey, you can't deny
[04:07.566]The shooters come in flurries like Curry and Luka Don
[04:10.407]Now say hello to the mother****in' Don
[04:13.257]Tip toe, don't you come across that line (Don't die)
[04:15.563]'Cause you just one of plenty n****s, I ain't any n***a
[04:18.572]Billion dollars worth of silly n****s, we brought Gillie with us
[04:21.176]That separate you from your mama t***y, n***a
[04:23.895]Jump up out the Bentley, n***a, better sit up when you see the dealer