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The Lesson

The Roots
2005-11-153:59 分同期歌詞

「The Lesson」はThe Rootsの曲です, 2005, Pop。長さは3:59, 155 lines / 777 words。

歌詞

0:21Verse oneblack thought
0:21Lyrically versatile
0:23My rap definition is wild
0:25I wrote graffiti as a juvenile
0:27Restin on deuce trey
0:28And used to boost gray kangol's
0:31With 555 soul's from the streets
0:32Of the ill a delphiadaic insane
0:34For monetary gain
0:36N***az is slain on the train
0:37It's homicide
0:38For wealth stealth missions for crack
0:39In the alleyways
0:40Where n***az get grazed in the back
0:42From stray shots
0:43Clips with hollow tips
0:44For your spine or
0:45Either remain calm
0:46Catch a rhyme
0:47To your mind
0:48N***az ya know my style
0:49I run amotherf**kin rapmuk
0:51When malik get a u haul truck
0:53I stand five
0:53Foot seven
0:54In command of the party
0:56And scam like uncle sam
0:57I'm never caught up in the glass eye
0:59Of your action cam
1:00Cause I'm down low
1:01Artistic exquisite rap pro
1:03That get the dough
1:04It's the philly borough dread
1:06Thoroughbread for dolo
1:06I bag solo
1:07Like a n***a that boost polo
1:09Steppin through the corridor
1:10Of metaphors
1:11Lookin over my left
1:12Shoulder the mic
1:13Still feel colder than before
1:15With this jazz s**t I hit your jaw
1:17Dice raw
1:17Get up on the mic
1:19My young poor
1:19I be the n***a blowin up the spot on tour
1:22Surely real to the core
1:23Old school like eighty four
1:25I never die
1:26And raps till my lungs collapse
1:27Then relax until my knack for tracks
1:29Bring it back
1:30On time
1:31When I rhyme my rep remain
1:33Either go against the grain or your a*s is found slain
1:35I overcome
1:36N***az want styles then I throw you some
1:38Show you some
1:39Get on the mic and take it over son
1:41Dice raw
1:42The motherf**kin wild noid
1:43Get on the mic and perpetratin is void
1:45Verse twodice raw
1:46Ya leave n***az missin in action like their dads in the projects
1:49My style like an old mac
1:50Travel round and catch wreck
1:51I'm ill versatile
1:52With the skill no more
1:54Wack mc's wanna flex but their styles they bore
1:56Got to know the real meaning of the ill s**t
1:59Kid
1:59I do mad damage but never will catch a bid
2:02With my knapsack
2:03Full of ill s**t that I just boosted
2:05From the corner store when I let loose more
2:07Flavor that's me
2:08Rippin heads off from the seams
2:10N***az didn't play like jeru and come clean
2:12He heh ha ha ha
2:12I beat down on they heads like drum machines
2:15Or 808's cause my style flows out great
2:18And superspectac
2:19With all the raw rap
2:20Pull a metal chair out my knapsack across your back ka crack
2:24Now do you feel the pain of course
2:26I guess you're believin that I'm insane
2:28When I'm taggin my name
2:29Upon the train I got so much pride
2:31I got so much soul
2:32With lyrics high
2:33To make n***az stop drop and roll
2:35Now check me out one time
2:37For your a*s
2:38Fat styles equivalent
2:39Of an aids infected glock blast
2:41N***az know my style
2:42Plus they know they want more
2:43Props from mount vernon
2:45To mount rushmore
2:46Ok kid
2:47You know my style is buckwild literature
2:49That you can never get when I'm thinkin your particular
2:52Flavor that you want
2:53I sit back and smoke a fat blunt in class
2:55Teachers can kiss my a*s
2:56I'm twice
2:57Dice
2:58N***a de raw
2:58Never take a bad fall
3:00Smack your head up against the wall
3:01Like playin handball
3:02My style's ill
3:03I slam like hulk hogan
3:05Dice raw bettin on my arm
3:06N***az know my slogan while I breathe your last breath
3:08N***az better watch they step
3:10Fat bull catch wreck
3:11Ill
3:11Gots ta keep you in check
3:13With the hellified beats and hard rhymes
3:15N***az know my style
3:16When I go the whole nine
3:18I beat down punks
3:19Cut em up into fruit chunks
3:20Like fruit salad
3:21My style's smooth like white owl
3:23Blunts
3:24So whatcha want if you got beef then come get it
3:26If ya don't well then forget it
3:27My rap style's exquisite
3:28I'm raw daddy
3:29Like n***az with no trojans on the stage when I rhyme
3:32I gots ta keep
3:33My composure
3:34Where I'm from it's like a whole different world
3:36Hoppin a train honeydip and I'ma snatch your squirrel
3:39Most corrupt
3:40Motherf**ker in the tenth grade
3:41Juvenile cause jeff mckay could not fade
3:44Don't ask me honey I'm not the one for stressin
3:47If you wanna know better ask br
3:49O
3:49Th
3:49E
3:50R160
3:50Cause he know the time like I know the time
3:52When I grab the microphone
3:53It's like
3:54Summertime
3:55Laid back
3:55To recline
3:56In my la z boy chair
3:57Dice raw
3:58The wild noid
3:59I'm the f**k up outta here
Verse oneblack thought
Lyrically versatile
My rap definition is wild
I wrote graffiti as a juvenile
Restin on deuce trey
And used to boost gray kangol's
With 555 soul's from the streets
Of the ill a delphiadaic insane
For monetary gain
N***az is slain on the train
It's homicide
For wealth stealth missions for crack
In the alleyways
Where n***az get grazed in the back
From stray shots
Clips with hollow tips
For your spine or
Either remain calm
Catch a rhyme
To your mind
N***az ya know my style
I run amotherf**kin rapmuk
When malik get a u haul truck
I stand five
Foot seven
In command of the party
And scam like uncle sam
I'm never caught up in the glass eye
Of your action cam
Cause I'm down low
Artistic exquisite rap pro
That get the dough
It's the philly borough dread
Thoroughbread for dolo
I bag solo
Like a n***a that boost polo
Steppin through the corridor
Of metaphors
Lookin over my left
Shoulder the mic
Still feel colder than before
With this jazz s**t I hit your jaw
Dice raw
Get up on the mic
My young poor
I be the n***a blowin up the spot on tour
Surely real to the core
Old school like eighty four
I never die
And raps till my lungs collapse
Then relax until my knack for tracks
Bring it back
On time
When I rhyme my rep remain
Either go against the grain or your a*s is found slain
I overcome
N***az want styles then I throw you some
Show you some
Get on the mic and take it over son
Dice raw
The motherf**kin wild noid
Get on the mic and perpetratin is void
Verse twodice raw
Ya leave n***az missin in action like their dads in the projects
My style like an old mac
Travel round and catch wreck
I'm ill versatile
With the skill no more
Wack mc's wanna flex but their styles they bore
Got to know the real meaning of the ill s**t
Kid
I do mad damage but never will catch a bid
With my knapsack
Full of ill s**t that I just boosted
From the corner store when I let loose more
Flavor that's me
Rippin heads off from the seams
N***az didn't play like jeru and come clean
He heh ha ha ha
I beat down on they heads like drum machines
Or 808's cause my style flows out great
And superspectac
With all the raw rap
Pull a metal chair out my knapsack across your back ka crack
Now do you feel the pain of course
I guess you're believin that I'm insane
When I'm taggin my name
Upon the train I got so much pride
I got so much soul
With lyrics high
To make n***az stop drop and roll
Now check me out one time
For your a*s
Fat styles equivalent
Of an aids infected glock blast
N***az know my style
Plus they know they want more
Props from mount vernon
To mount rushmore
Ok kid
You know my style is buckwild literature
That you can never get when I'm thinkin your particular
Flavor that you want
I sit back and smoke a fat blunt in class
Teachers can kiss my a*s
I'm twice
Dice
N***a de raw
Never take a bad fall
Smack your head up against the wall
Like playin handball
My style's ill
I slam like hulk hogan
Dice raw bettin on my arm
N***az know my slogan while I breathe your last breath
N***az better watch they step
Fat bull catch wreck
Ill
Gots ta keep you in check
With the hellified beats and hard rhymes
N***az know my style
When I go the whole nine
I beat down punks
Cut em up into fruit chunks
Like fruit salad
My style's smooth like white owl
Blunts
So whatcha want if you got beef then come get it
If ya don't well then forget it
My rap style's exquisite
I'm raw daddy
Like n***az with no trojans on the stage when I rhyme
I gots ta keep
My composure
Where I'm from it's like a whole different world
Hoppin a train honeydip and I'ma snatch your squirrel
Most corrupt
Motherf**ker in the tenth grade
Juvenile cause jeff mckay could not fade
Don't ask me honey I'm not the one for stressin
If you wanna know better ask br
O
Th
E
R160
Cause he know the time like I know the time
When I grab the microphone
It's like
Summertime
Laid back
To recline
In my la z boy chair
Dice raw
The wild noid
I'm the f**k up outta here

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