Originators - Killarmy.mp3

[00:00.00] 作词 : Terrance Hamlin/Marc McWilliams
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Terrance Hamlin/Marc McWilliams
[00:05.70](9th Prince)
[00:05.88]Yoaw! Whattup
[00:06.15]This right here, is an explosion
[00:09.60]For all the radio stations
[00:12.12]Across United Nations, United States
[00:17.43]Word up, turn this up right here
[00:21.51]Aiyyoaw, aiyyoaw
[00:21.90]Originators we came, gladiators, God-body regulators
[00:25.77]We're street educators
[00:27.09]I was born through the womb, of Emagene Hamlin
[00:29.64]She's the creator of the Terminator - 9th Prince, rhyme slayer
[00:32.97]Stayed in ten housing projects, razors, machine gun blazes
[00:35.94]at'cha neighbors - Jamaican rum, no chaser
[00:38.40]Number one contender, we can busts guns after dinner
[00:41.94]Last man standin, he's the winner
[00:44.01]Ghetto prime minister, Desert Storm ski-mask avengers
[00:47.37]We move like ninjas in the winter
[00:49.59]Brown-skin Adonis, slugs to the stomach, blood gush like Ramic
[00:53.43]Mad man's bionic, check the weather climate
[00:55.89]Strike like lightning, terrorists Islamic
[00:58.14]A ghetto superhero, like Marvel Comics
[01:00.75]Vertical limits, fresh notebooks I write anthems to crooks image
[01:04.47]Cross the lines of scrimmage - I shoot you in your temple,
[01:07.38]and leave your face shattered with dimples
[01:09.12]Killa-Arm could never be so simple
[01:11.13]Cross my heart, I won't die 'til your ass is crippled
[01:14.31]In a wheelchair, knee-cap raps, flashbacks to digital, warfare...
[01:21.24](talking)
[01:21.39]Yoaw, I wanna say whattup
[01:22.35]to everybody who copped that first and second album
[01:25.50]Word up, y'all real troops out there, yoaw
[01:27.30](9th Prince)
[01:29.04]Aiyyoaw, my lions run through club Cheetah, with rusty heaters
[01:32.31]That blast like lyrical heat-seekers through the speakers
[01:34.95]Non-believers are deceivers - through the media
[01:37.74]Lyrics try to teach ya, or walk through Harlem like Black Caesar
[01:41.19]Razor blade, stashed inside the sole of my sneaker
[01:43.74]Ill graphics, far from a savage
[01:45.96]The streets is wicked like Halloween havoc
[01:48.48]Little children with automatics
[01:50.22]Imagine babies drive-by's in the cabbage
[01:52.56]Rappers is like Peter Pan
[01:54.33]or built like Sandman on the desert lands
[01:56.82]I'm from Shaolin, my sword is a mic stand
[01:59.61]You should slow ya glance, 9th Prince is in command
[02:02.49]Of the stage, my heart pumps rage
[02:04.68]Like a jungle lion, trapped inside a cage
[02:07.14]I free slaves, through the airwaves of Hot 97 airplay
[02:10.74]All my real soldiers, wave ya AK's and hand grenades
[02:13.80](talking)
[02:13.95]Word the **** up, the 9th Prizm
[02:19.14]The new millennium, peace and blessings to all five boroughs
[02:24.87]Brooklyn, Manhattan, Staten, word up
[02:28.65]Queens, ya know, Long Island..
[02:31.59]Upstate, Connecticut, the whole tri-state..
[02:35.34]New Jers'.. peace and blessings to Killa-Arm
[02:40.11]We armed and dangerous, for real
[02:43.20]The new millennium, get ready..
[02:46.41]one love, two loves, three loves...