Zeph&Azeem - Play The Drum
LRC歌词
[03:58.00]Play The Drum - Zeph
[03:58.00]Listen up
[03:58.00]I want to play the drums
[03:58.00]Ah ha ah ha
[03:58.00]In such a crazy way
[03:58.00]Come on come on
[03:58.00]And everyone around will say
[03:58.00]You ought to here him play
[03:58.00]Lick shots
[03:58.00]Ya'll slippin'
[03:58.00]At your notebook leakin'
[03:58.00]I'm grim-reapin'
[03:58.00]Long days no weekend
[03:58.00]Vacation please
[03:58.00]You ain't Peep it
[03:58.00]We're Ruling the scene right now
[03:58.00]Can't leave it
[03:58.00]Ain't an MC in the bay that could see this
[03:58.00]B-List they couldn't crawl
[03:58.00]Through my sneakers
[03:58.00]Fists and tough tits cuffs
[03:58.00]And Black Jesus
[03:58.00]My pens alive all my lyrics are wild creatures
[03:58.00]If speakers had teeth
[03:58.00]They'd rip you to pieces
[03:58.00]Ferocious beast of speech
[03:58.00]Priest of reason
[03:58.00]Hip Hop nation
[03:58.00]That shit treason
[03:58.00]My pen screams
[03:58.00]This ain't ink trick I'm bleeding
[03:58.00]Whatever it is you got we don't need it
[03:58.00]Kick Rocks You see I'm busy right
[03:58.00]Beat it
[03:58.00]These ain't lyrics
[03:58.00]It's my notebook dreaming
[03:58.00]I wrote this while leaning on
[03:58.00]A brown skin queen from Sweden
[03:58.00]Life's streaming
[03:58.00]My rhymes are stars
[03:58.00]I'm crying by the river
[03:58.00]You singing Babylon songs
[03:58.00]II'm a young Yoda
[03:58.00]Yo my tongue does yoga
[03:58.00]Soilder's son
[03:58.00]Run parumpah pum pum
[03:58.00]I want to play the drums
[03:58.00]In such a crazy way
[03:58.00]Come on
[03:58.00]And everyone around will say
[03:58.00]You ought to here him play
[03:58.00]This is Vision
[03:58.00]I proceed with the mission
[03:58.00]And stretch like guitar strings
[03:58.00]That crawl through the rhythm
[03:58.00]Collision of blends
[03:58.00]Classic selection of diction
[03:58.00]Surgically written precision
[03:58.00]Sick with the tip of the tongue
[03:58.00]Teeth and lips
[03:58.00]Make you quit or just lie to
[03:58.00]Yourself and yo' click
[03:58.00]Lookin' stiff to the playback
[03:58.00]Like yeah that the shit
[03:58.00]But it ain't
[03:58.00]I'm just saying since 2006
[03:58.00]And you still sound like you ridin' Black Thought's dick
[03:58.00]Counterfeit styles on some half off shit
[03:58.00]Same cats wanna give my dap talk shit
[03:58.00]Walk around the bar like
[03:58.00]They bought false tits oh on
[03:58.00]You can light a Molotov of this
[03:58.00]Arabs and robbers I chop off wrists
[03:58.00]Hip Hop fanatics better run and call KRiS
[03:58.00]If I see you on stage
[03:58.00]I'm a run and call BLITZ
[03:58.00]I want to play the drums
[03:58.00]In such a crazy way
[03:58.00]And everyone around will say
[03:58.00]You ought to here him play
[03:58.00]Lick shots
[03:58.00]I'll play and play and
[03:58.00]Play and play some more
[03:58.00]As no on ever played the drums before
[03:58.00]At times I catch vibe
[03:58.00]And my rhymes so sick
[03:58.00]Feeling like I could rip NAS
[03:58.00]Like Chubb Rock did
[03:58.00]On- To the Grill Again
[03:58.00]Feel it in my fingers when I fill it in
[03:58.00]Killin' 'em
[03:58.00]Because they only push pens to minimum
[03:58.00]Please I give them
[03:58.00]What they've never seen
[03:58.00]My style has wings more than syllables
[03:58.00]Azeem make you fell the results
[03:58.00]Super hand my minds a Hulk 10 years
[03:58.00]Each fresher then the last one is
[03:58.00]You can't catch-up
[03:58.00]Unless you got a magical wrist
[03:58.00]A mountain of coke and
[03:58.00]Help from every rapper
[03:58.00]That lived in the biz
[03:58.00]Cheers
[03:58.00]Ask you're friends who's the illest
[03:58.00]On the mic niggas' screaming
[03:58.00]Ismail tried to kill us
[03:58.00]I want to play the drums
[03:58.00]Ah such a crazy way
[03:58.00]And everyone around will say
[03:58.00]You ought to here him play
[03:58.00]Lick shots
文本歌词
Play The Drum - Zeph
Listen up
I want to play the drums
Ah ha ah ha
In such a crazy way
Come on come on
And everyone around will say
You ought to here him play
Lick shots
Ya'll slippin'
At your notebook leakin'
I'm grim-reapin'
Long days no weekend
Vacation please
You ain't Peep it
We're Ruling the scene right now
Can't leave it
Ain't an MC in the bay that could see this
B-List they couldn't crawl
Through my sneakers
Fists and tough tits cuffs
And Black Jesus
My pens alive all my lyrics are wild creatures
If speakers had teeth
They'd rip you to pieces
Ferocious beast of speech
Priest of reason
Hip Hop nation
That shit treason
My pen screams
This ain't ink trick I'm bleeding
Whatever it is you got we don't need it
Kick Rocks You see I'm busy right
Beat it
These ain't lyrics
It's my notebook dreaming
I wrote this while leaning on
A brown skin queen from Sweden
Life's streaming
My rhymes are stars
I'm crying by the river
You singing Babylon songs
II'm a young Yoda
Yo my tongue does yoga
Soilder's son
Run parumpah pum pum
I want to play the drums
In such a crazy way
Come on
And everyone around will say
You ought to here him play
This is Vision
I proceed with the mission
And stretch like guitar strings
That crawl through the rhythm
Collision of blends
Classic selection of diction
Surgically written precision
Sick with the tip of the tongue
Teeth and lips
Make you quit or just lie to
Yourself and yo' click
Lookin' stiff to the playback
Like yeah that the shit
But it ain't
I'm just saying since 2006
And you still sound like you ridin' Black Thought's dick
Counterfeit styles on some half off shit
Same cats wanna give my dap talk shit
Walk around the bar like
They bought false tits oh on
You can light a Molotov of this
Arabs and robbers I chop off wrists
Hip Hop fanatics better run and call KRiS
If I see you on stage
I'm a run and call BLITZ
I want to play the drums
In such a crazy way
And everyone around will say
You ought to here him play
Lick shots
I'll play and play and
Play and play some more
As no on ever played the drums before
At times I catch vibe
And my rhymes so sick
Feeling like I could rip NAS
Like Chubb Rock did
On- To the Grill Again
Feel it in my fingers when I fill it in
Killin' 'em
Because they only push pens to minimum
Please I give them
What they've never seen
My style has wings more than syllables
Azeem make you fell the results
Super hand my minds a Hulk 10 years
Each fresher then the last one is
You can't catch-up
Unless you got a magical wrist
A mountain of coke and
Help from every rapper
That lived in the biz
Cheers
Ask you're friends who's the illest
On the mic niggas' screaming
Ismail tried to kill us
I want to play the drums
Ah such a crazy way
And everyone around will say
You ought to here him play
Lick shots