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作曲 : Jones

Well, I'm known to wreck a mic like a prince, so all hail

To the raw deal on a scale, your style's frail

I don't believe I can fail, 'cause I'm headstrong

You're trackin' me, plus jackin' me knowin' that you're dead wrong

I got a tec for those that wanna step

You're ghost, 'cause since you're playin' me close

You're gettin' checked

And I can't conceive a better way to do it

So when you're in my comp

Get ready to be stomped, there's nothin' to it

'Cause I got piles of wicked styles and files of tracks

I get wild with a South Bronx style of rap

So you think you got rap sewn happily?

How's that? You couldn't sow shirts in a factory

You're what I label as a hip-hop hypocrite

You smile in my face, behind my back, runnin' off with lip

But I got somethin' to kill that though

I'm a real rap pro, bad bro, so now you know

The TR 808

Straight, straight from the Bronx

Now, back to the scene of the crime

I was taught to bust a nine

At any and all who's outta line

Yo, that's the way I was shown how to hold my own

Until I found other ways on the microphone

I used to see so many out on the ave. die

Strung high, playin' a game, and that's why

So many up in the Bronx, they got done

For livin' a lifestyle of crime like it was fun

But now I'm hittin' ya hard and pullin' the cards

Of those that wanna act a fool, they got schooled

And got caught with a right to the mug

It wasn't enough, 'cause they wanted to bug and caught a slug

And got they bodies just laid to rest

'Cause in the streets, you gotta get all you can, and no less

The first minute you do, you get bucked

So you and your crew better duck

When you step into the Bronx

The TR 808

Straight, straight from the Bronx

Check it, I wanna take this time

To send this out to my man Dino

And to my man Scott-La-Rock

'Cause if it wasn't for them

I wouldn't be here today, but since I'm here

I'ma continue to make funky music for my brothers

You know what I'm sayin?

I'm outta here, peace