[00:00.00] 作曲 : Braunstein, Carroll, Dimant ...[00:00.93][00:09.89]I'm the problem and the solution[00:11.57]The revolution won't be televised, it's too gruesome[00:13.87]Too gangster, too graphic for you born-again mother****ers[00:16.41]My words inspire people like the ten commandments[00:18.78]I floss with diamond teeth, SCUBA dive on a private beach[00:21.40]Billy Idol smoke chronic with Cheech[00:23.39]I cut your tongue out for talking against me[00:25.07]My enemies' grandchildren will remember me for centuries[00:27.99]The fine line between insanity and genius[00:30.25]Murder you, I give your reality a remix[00:32.49]Humanity's beneath us, we super humans[00:34.99]Super tyrants, super violent, listen to the way my nine click[00:37.61]Right before I pop your collar[00:39.27]The most hated from New York like I shot your mamma[00:41.74]Compare me to Amazon.com for dollars[00:44.02]Canarsie Osama, riding with a of martyrs, mother****ers[00:46.90][00:47.05]Hardcore chemical, gangster material[00:48.84]Tri-city machine bang in your stereo[00:51.14]Put em up, shut em down[00:53.89]Keep it raw, riding with the gutter sound[00:55.96][00:56.09]Hardcore chemical, gangster material[00:58.07]Tri-city machine bang in your stereo[01:00.69]Put em up, shut em down[01:02.99]Keep it raw, riding with the gutter sound[01:05.19][01:05.38]The thicker the plot, the quicker the shot, the liquor and pot[01:07.87]Got me higher than the Denver junkie, shocking the monkey[01:10.62]Feeding his habit, set it up, cook it up, tie it off and stab it[01:14.25]Shoot it up, feel the rush then throw up your guts[01:16.61]Nod out for a while cause the Style is nuts, like Almond Roca ? mother****ing Coka[01:21.03]Those other cats fake it with that baking soda[01:23.46][01:23.65]This is it, this is it, yeah I'm back on the mother****ing shit again[01:25.78]Danny Boy, Danny Boy, you ever gonna spit again?[01:28.05]C'mon homie you know me, yeah I birthed your style[01:30.35]The money-back guarantee, I make it worth your while[01:32.66]Still the Cadillac King, I don't **** with foreign cars[01:35.41]American, I need a bitch and a porn star[01:37.28]Nobody move, no not one punk[01:39.54]I ****ed around and pull out my shotgun pump[01:41.91][01:42.10]Hardcore chemical, gangster material[01:44.21]Tri-city machine bang in your stereo[01:46.96]Put em up, shut em down[01:49.26]Keep it raw, riding with the gutter sound[01:51.46][01:51.63]Hardcore chemical, gangster material[01:53.80]Tri-city machine bang in your stereo[01:56.06]Put em up, shut em down[01:58.49]Keep it raw, riding with the gutter sound[02:00.68][02:00.81]Yeah mother****ers I came back to spit[02:02.75]Move with the hunger fueled by a lack of chips[02:04.92]When I lose my cool and shoot it's accurate[02:07.18]Give me some room, I make yous move back a bit[02:09.61]I came from a town where the hope can drown[02:11.85]Bought a teaspoon ? from the mother****ers and found[02:14.09]With their necks tied up and the rope around[02:16.52]Eighties cars overheated broken down[02:18.67]Car-thieving heathen, living where no odds or even[02:21.36]Gambling fist fighters watching the kid bobbing and weaving[02:23.60]Everybody scheming, we all deceiving[02:25.79]I wrote my words on the walls of mausoleums[02:28.16]Now I stand in a position of strength[02:30.46]So I speak for those who can't, I spit what I think[02:32.70]I'm from the city where mother****ers were sticking the pigs[02:35.13]I rep the Irish street cats and the micks in the clink, c'mon[02:37.45][02:37.81]Hardcore chemical, gangster material[02:39.99]Tri-city machine bang in your stereo[02:42.48]Put em up, shut em down[02:44.68]Keep it raw, riding with the gutter sound[02:47.00][02:47.19]Hardcore chemical, gangster material[02:49.24]Tri-city machine bang in your stereo[02:51.67]Put em up, shut em down[02:54.03]Keep it raw, riding with the gutter sound