[00:00.00] 作词 : L. Hill/N. Jean/S. Michel[00:01.00] 作曲 : L. Hill/N. Jean/S. Michel[00:04.52]One two - I'm bout to set this off![00:08.63]Like this, hip-hoppers, check it[00:12.40]Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord[00:18.42]I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why[00:23.44]Oh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa[00:29.51]I haunt MCs like Mephistopheles[00:31.34]Bringing swords of Damocles[00:32.83]Secret service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy[00:35.93]Abstract raps simple with a street format[00:38.95]Gaze into the sky and measure planets by parallax[00:41.97]Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion[00:44.91]Of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation[00:48.33]I feel like Rockwell, somebody's watching me[00:50.63]I got no privacy whether on land or at sea[00:53.90]And for you biting zealots, your raps are cacophonic[00:56.66]Hypocrite, critic, but deep inside you wish you had the pop hit[01:00.44]It hurts don't it, a refugee come to your turf[01:04.15]And take over the earth, yeah[01:07.41]See my rhymes, are the type of fly rhymes[01:13.08]That can only get down with my crew[01:17.76]And if you try, to take lines or bite rhymes[01:24.76]We'll show you how the refugees do[01:29.04]Yeah, yeah behold, as my odes, manifold on your rhymes[01:32.81]Two MCs can't occupy the same space at the same time[01:36.38]It's against the laws of physics[01:38.23]So weep as your sweet dreams break up like Eurythmics[01:41.15]Rap rejects, my tape deck, ejects projectile[01:44.03]Whether Jew or gentile, I rank top percentile[01:47.38]Many styles, more powerful than gamma rays[01:50.04]My grammar pays, like Carlos Santana plays "Black Magic Woman"[01:53.58]So while you fuming, I'm consuming mango juice under Polaris[01:56.71]You just embarrassed 'cause it's your last tango in Paris[01:59.94]And even after all my logic and my theory[02:02.83]I add a mother****er so you ignorant niggas hear me[02:06.06]Crew remember take notes, as I sow my rap oats[02:08.90]And for you biting zealots, here's a quote[02:11.42]Ayy, another MC lose his life tonight, whoa[02:18.34]I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why[02:23.57]Oh Lord, father don't let him bury we, i[02:30.25]You can try but you can't divide the tribe[02:33.12]These cats can't rap, mister author I feel no Vibe[02:36.00]The magazine says the girl should have went solo[02:38.83]The guys should stop rapping - vanish like Menudo[02:41.90]Took it to the heart, but every actor plays his part[02:44.62]As long as someone was listening, I knew it was a start[02:47.66]For me to get my chance, grab my pen and revamp[02:50.91]Do a cameo while everybody do the dance[02:54.02]Quick now, cause you running out of luck-a[02:56.95]Playing Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka[03:00.22]While you munching at your luncheon[03:01.92]I'll be planning your assassination[03:04.25]Then hit you like the Dutchman[03:05.73]I compress sound sets with my rap DBX[03:08.63]Then drop vocals on my 456 Ampex[03:11.67]Bring terror to the shop of horror[03:13.73]As she cry, "mi amor," the phantom dies in the opera[03:18.05]And to the younguns who carry gadgets[03:20.56]And kill six days a week, then rest on the Sabbath[03:24.31]Violence ain't necessary, unless you provoke me[03:27.39]Then get buried like the great Mussolini[03:29.91]And for you biting zealots, your rap styles are relics[03:32.78]No matter who you damage, you're still a false prophet[03:35.64]Ayy,another MC lose his life tonight, Lord[03:42.37]I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why[03:47.53]Oh Lord, father don't let him bury me, yeah