LRC歌词
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[00:02.160]The Illest -jehst
[00:18.480]CHORUS:
[00:32.549]Can they Kick it?
[00:34.680]Hear the drummer get wicked
[00:37.380]Can the mans really spit it?
[00:40.170]VERSE 1:
[00:44.430]You ain't really listening, B
[00:46.110]Sunshine
[00:46.950]Everything I spit is Vitamin D
[00:48.900]Eyes bloodshot red with a vision of green
[00:51.810]Bruck-pocket, but f**k it
[00:53.100]I'm living the dream
[00:54.240]Looking goofy like Steve Buscemi
[00:56.280]With a short like Shilpa Shetty
[00:58.170]Silver tongue like a steel machete
[01:00.330]Guts hanging out your belly like spilt spaghetti
[01:03.030]Money flying like hundred dollar bill confetti
[01:05.640]Get me?
[01:06.210]I've got the militant cartel
[01:07.980]Who'll empty your wallet like a Phillie cigar shell
[01:10.980]My name ringing an alarm bell
[01:12.690]The stake through a vampire's chest
[01:14.610]Every lyric is heartful
[01:16.020]I bring them the hard sale
[01:18.780]The coke in the cooler
[01:20.220]Bring me the Martell
[01:21.600]You're all toys like Mattel
[01:24.300]Give me two sheets
[01:25.290]I roll a joint like an L
[01:27.330]F**k it
[01:27.780]I roll an L M N O P
[01:29.610]Whenever I please
[01:30.990]Whether lemon cheese
[01:32.100]Or the peng is Lebanese
[01:33.660]Trees from across the seven seas
[01:35.730]The illest sh*t the world has ever seen
[01:42.840]CHORUS
[01:53.790]VERSE 2:
[01:59.520]The war chief with a million militias
[02:02.040]Billy is malicious
[02:03.420]I'll be doing this
[02:04.350]Till I'm living in a million dollar villa in Maresias
[02:07.410]Kill a lyricist, and leave him swimming with the fishes
[02:10.770]Doesn't victory taste delicious?
[02:12.630]He died of circumstances suspicious
[02:14.700]But insignificant evidence to prosecute
[02:17.130]I make the impossible possible
[02:18.960]Billy leap-frogging every obstacle
[02:20.850]What do I got to do to get a beer around here?
[02:23.610]Boy up the promoter
[02:24.900]Clip him around the ear on some mum sh*t
[02:26.910]You're on some dumb sh*t
[02:27.840]You'll get confronted
[02:28.830]Are you really feeling the beats?
[02:30.180]I'll hit you with a drum stick!
[02:31.770]One sick son of a...
[02:33.090]A hell of a hullabaloo
[02:34.650]My head like a helium balloon
[02:36.720]My ego is out of control
[02:38.670]Off the leash, capiche?
[02:40.410]Blood, sweat, and elbow grease
[03:48.510]CHORUS
文本歌词
The Illest -jehst
CHORUS:
Can they Kick it?
Hear the drummer get wicked
Can the mans really spit it?
VERSE 1:
You ain't really listening, B
Sunshine
Everything I spit is Vitamin D
Eyes bloodshot red with a vision of green
Bruck-pocket, but f**k it
I'm living the dream
Looking goofy like Steve Buscemi
With a short like Shilpa Shetty
Silver tongue like a steel machete
Guts hanging out your belly like spilt spaghetti
Money flying like hundred dollar bill confetti
Get me?
I've got the militant cartel
Who'll empty your wallet like a Phillie cigar shell
My name ringing an alarm bell
The stake through a vampire's chest
Every lyric is heartful
I bring them the hard sale
The coke in the cooler
Bring me the Martell
You're all toys like Mattel
Give me two sheets
I roll a joint like an L
F**k it
I roll an L M N O P
Whenever I please
Whether lemon cheese
Or the peng is Lebanese
Trees from across the seven seas
The illest sh*t the world has ever seen
CHORUS
VERSE 2:
The war chief with a million militias
Billy is malicious
I'll be doing this
Till I'm living in a million dollar villa in Maresias
Kill a lyricist, and leave him swimming with the fishes
Doesn't victory taste delicious?
He died of circumstances suspicious
But insignificant evidence to prosecute
I make the impossible possible
Billy leap-frogging every obstacle
What do I got to do to get a beer around here?
Boy up the promoter
Clip him around the ear on some mum sh*t
You're on some dumb sh*t
You'll get confronted
Are you really feeling the beats?
I'll hit you with a drum stick!
One sick son of a...
A hell of a hullabaloo
My head like a helium balloon
My ego is out of control
Off the leash, capiche?
Blood, sweat, and elbow grease
CHORUS