Executioners from Shaolin - Wu-Tang Clan/Mathematics.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Jason Richard Hunter/Gary E. Grice/Darryl Hill
[00:00.010] 作曲 : Ronald M. Bean
[00:00.020][Intro]
[00:01.052]Right then, let's just get right to it
[00:02.213]You're ruthless!
[00:04.941]You're despicable!
[00:06.084]You're nothing but killers!
[00:07.533]I'm a professional
[00:08.700]I do what I'm trained to do
[00:10.028]So you killed them?
[00:11.444]Not my fault, they should have trained harder
[00:13.396]Now, if you excuse me, I have more men to kill
[00:16.900]Damn you bastard, I despise you
[00:18.917][Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
[00:19.236]This slap like nana when you talk back, fall back
[00:23.977]You want smoke? Feel the contact
[00:25.121]Kill a small chap, put it in the contract
[00:27.185]I really work, lunchbox with the hard hat
[00:29.689]Coast to coast, LA to Chicago
[00:31.673]Cross the north to south to Key Largo, pronto
[00:34.963]Aiming and blow, leave a John Doe
[00:36.865]Folks so amazed at the blow, It's incanto
[00:38.929]Toast to the greatest alive
[00:40.457]Stay sane in the world where they built more faith than the chains
[00:43.465]Get sent back the way that you came
[00:45.161]I'm out to control the universe
[00:46.737]Lame's trying to make it rain, but I ain't hating on them
[00:49.729]I'm just skating on them
[00:50.889]Like waking in Jamaica in the morning
[00:52.850]I was born with it, I'ma take it to the coffin
[00:55.106]Take it to the limit, then take it to the auction
[00:57.434][Verse 2: GZA]
[00:57.913]We baked those local spots when we turned the mics on
[00:59.905]Rolling with the talent
[01:01.297]The beats, rappers
[01:02.169]Said he had to lick a shot for a top notch clan
[01:04.681]Multiple swordsman, blade sharp
[01:06.617]Ripped through your heart
[01:08.161]MCs want no part
[01:08.866]Any type of conflict or nonsense
[01:10.666]Then we be swamped quick
[01:11.865]Get thick
[01:12.419]Problem goes beyond sick
[01:14.043]G-g-goes beyond sick
[01:16.289][Verse 3: Cappadonna]
[01:16.905]Said you coming out the gate and swinging my sword
[01:18.553]I cut rappers in half choking with the cord
[01:20.786]They'll never try to step to my written dimension
[01:23.105]I smash your whole set, kick your head in the trenches
[01:25.409]You know I'm fit n***a
[01:26.754]I slapped you out your flip-flops
[01:28.009]You flow on the ground I dragged you for six blocks
[01:30.209]You can't escape from the king of this hip-hop
[01:32.409]Rappers can't avoid my spit, they just get chopped
[01:34.689]36 chambers, killing the vampires
[01:36.969]N****s suck d**k, your whole camp is liars
[01:39.505]Fake ass n***a, your beard is fake
[01:41.537]You wear tight clothes, wear a skirt for the devil
[01:44.105]You don't know wearing that, you search for my level
[01:46.497]Stupid mother****er, you ain't nothing but an idiot
[01:48.689]Cartoon character, all your shit illiterate
[01:51.250]Should've stomped you before, but I was considerate
[01:53.386]It's that man, my alligator jumped your homeboy
[01:55.841]Violate n****s, smack 'em with the chrome toy (Keep it)
[01:58.474]Talk it, put the hammer on your teeth
[02:00.593]Pitbulls eating your balls, you little thief
[02:02.601]Can't **** around, n****s'll get slumped
[02:05.073]Throw you off the roof, hit your dog with the pump
[02:07.577]Your little posse, just a room full of roaches
[02:09.761]You leader a b***h, he just food for my roaches
[02:11.985]As soon as you come out the building, you dead meat
[02:14.282]Drown in the water, n****s is lead feed
[02:16.770]I ain't finished with you, I'm just getting started
[02:19.161]Your mother a tomboy, your father's retarded
[02:21.417]Your big brother, he always wear Pamper
[02:23.793]Your little sister got her head in my hamper
[02:26.241]I'm the king in this shit, don't you ever try and spit
[02:28.267]I heard you do it before, you sound like shit n***a
[02:30.633][Outro]
[02:31.651]You dear enter the sacred temple?
[02:33.011]Why wouldn't I? Who's gonna stop me?

文本歌词

作词 : Jason Richard Hunter/Gary E. Grice/Darryl Hill
作曲 : Ronald M. Bean
Right then, let's just get right to it
You're ruthless!
You're despicable!
You're nothing but killers!
I'm a professional
I do what I'm trained to do
So you killed them?
Not my fault, they should have trained harder
Now, if you excuse me, I have more men to kill
Damn you bastard, I despise you
This slap like nana when you talk back, fall back
You want smoke? Feel the contact
Kill a small chap, put it in the contract
I really work, lunchbox with the hard hat
Coast to coast, LA to Chicago
Cross the north to south to Key Largo, pronto
Aiming and blow, leave a John Doe
Folks so amazed at the blow, It's incanto
Toast to the greatest alive
Stay sane in the world where they built more faith than the chains
Get sent back the way that you came
I'm out to control the universe
Lame's trying to make it rain, but I ain't hating on them
I'm just skating on them
Like waking in Jamaica in the morning
I was born with it, I'ma take it to the coffin
Take it to the limit, then take it to the auction
We baked those local spots when we turned the mics on
Rolling with the talent
The beats, rappers
Said he had to lick a shot for a top notch clan
Multiple swordsman, blade sharp
Ripped through your heart
MCs want no part
Any type of conflict or nonsense
Then we be swamped quick
Get thick
Problem goes beyond sick
G-g-goes beyond sick
Said you coming out the gate and swinging my sword
I cut rappers in half choking with the cord
They'll never try to step to my written dimension
I smash your whole set, kick your head in the trenches
You know I'm fit n***a
I slapped you out your flip-flops
You flow on the ground I dragged you for six blocks
You can't escape from the king of this hip-hop
Rappers can't avoid my spit, they just get chopped
36 chambers, killing the vampires
N****s suck d**k, your whole camp is liars
Fake ass n***a, your beard is fake
You wear tight clothes, wear a skirt for the devil
You don't know wearing that, you search for my level
Stupid mother****er, you ain't nothing but an idiot
Cartoon character, all your shit illiterate
Should've stomped you before, but I was considerate
It's that man, my alligator jumped your homeboy
Violate n****s, smack 'em with the chrome toy (Keep it)
Talk it, put the hammer on your teeth
Pitbulls eating your balls, you little thief
Can't **** around, n****s'll get slumped
Throw you off the roof, hit your dog with the pump
Your little posse, just a room full of roaches
You leader a b***h, he just food for my roaches
As soon as you come out the building, you dead meat
Drown in the water, n****s is lead feed
I ain't finished with you, I'm just getting started
Your mother a tomboy, your father's retarded
Your big brother, he always wear Pamper
Your little sister got her head in my hamper
I'm the king in this shit, don't you ever try and spit
I heard you do it before, you sound like shit n***a
You dear enter the sacred temple?
Why wouldn't I? Who's gonna stop me?