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A Day At The Races

アーティスト:Jurassic 5  アルバム:Power In Numbers  作詞:AXELROD DAVID A/GIVENS DANTE LAMAR/HARDY ANTONIO M  作曲:AXELROD DAVID A/GIVENS DANTE LAMAR/HARDY ANTONIO M 

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(Akil) Yo, my metaphor, my musical madness Move and motivate those with musical talents, uhh Read it in bold print, we holdin it down Lick a shot, hip-hop when we in yo' town Uhh, master blaster sound Freak the future far from here and now With style, release increase the peace, uhh Bubble with the beat 'til they feelin the heat in the streets Now each one, teach one, reach one, young gun On one, listen to the warrior's drum Beatin up the block with the ghetto hop that knock and make you wanna crash the spot And unlock explode (BOOM) the alpha and omega code With drum rolls and old soul, we uphold And foretold to scores of six years ago Fast flow from G. Rap to Kool Moe Supasyllable, major to the minimal Every individual, bounce to the tempo yo Lungs collapse and raps be trapped in The only way to make it happen, jaw-jappin, fast rappin (Zaakir) Yo, I'm the hot dog that run the hottest monologue In star poetic inserts and yes y'all s My speech is like holding two glocks apiece The outreach that rock police The super adventure men portend to put somethin in bitches Win when we write, the Emmy winner get hyped, off any printer And I came to get it (HIT IT) Like Operation PUSH, operate the tush Black octopus of soul, in inter-planetary patrol I planted my gold, and low and behold It's the brother doc, ready to rock-rock Don't stop Hobbes, I known like the lumberjack chop chop The wordsmith, I write in block letters of cursive Curse my circus, serve this surface And watch how the brother fet over The fly Cassanova with the frankencense odor (Percy P) Bear witness To where riches'll make career bitches share pictures When the ears get this ya brainses software'll glitches Splatter your brains Leave scattered remains of matter and stains That'll explain how you was battled and slain I get rude and go, to your show and use a row of fans to BOO and throw you off 'til you lose your flow A pro mean like Joe Greene when I blow theme Put your whole team on pause like cold cream Then show laughter when I flow faster, your hoe haveta go after her weave from the breeze when I blow past ya I'm dapper plus ghetto and just pedal When the dust settles we left in the rubble the crushed metal Nurses with hearses sealin conversed with lit purses Spit fire, make you first to bit, try me Like Osama, odoma', I'ma cause


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