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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [Jedi Mind Tricks]A Storm of Swords |
| home : | http://endforand.net/danced |
[Planetary] Yo, serious syllable wordplay, verse spray Yo, ½É°¢ÇÑ ±ÛÀÚ³îÀÌ, »Ñ·ÁÁö´Â ·¦ ±¸Àýµé Like a desert bird blaze, niggaz, where the curb lay ¸¶Ä¡ ±æ°¡¿¡¼ »ç¸·ÀÇ »õ°¡ ºÒ¿¡ Ÿµí Turn plagen, pretty shitty on a church day plagen(?)ÀÌ µÅ, ±³È¸ °¡´Â ³¯¿¡ Âü Â¥Áõ³ª´Â ÀÏ Ya city my committee, tustle where the dirt stay ´Ï µµ½Ã´Â ³» À§¿øÈ¸, ¸ÕÁö°¡ ÀϾ´Â °÷¿¡ ½Î¿òÀÌ ÀÖÁö Smoke inside the cell dirt, tray's are undercovers °¨¹æ ¸ÕÁö ¼ÓÀÇ ¿¬±â, ¾²·¹±âÅëÀº À§ÀåÀÌÁö Old head feed kids, have to run the numbers ´ÄÀºÀ̵éÀÌ ¾ÆÀ̵éÀ» ¸Ô¿©, µ·À» ì°Ü¾ßÇßÁö Damn shame niggaz in my crew can't bang ºÎ²ô·´°Ôµµ ³» Å©·ç ³ðµéÀº ÃÑÀ» ¸ø ½÷ You the man, fame, here's my main frame, champagne ´Ï°¡ ¯, Àαâ, ¿©±â ³» º»Ã¼¿Í ¼¤ÆäÀÎÀÌ¾ß Swig to the wig, Belle', vodka, hit my rib ¸Ó¸®±îÁö ¸¶¼Å¹ö·Á, Belle', º¸µåÄ«, ³» °¥ºñ»À¿¡ ´êÁö Corona beers with a slice of lemon first dig Corona ¸ÆÁÖ¿Í ·¹¸ó ÇÑ Á¶°¢À» ¸ÕÀú On an open mic, growl follows, space over night ¸¶ÀÌÅ©¿¡, À¸¸£··°Å¸®´Â ¼Ò¸®°¡ µé¾î°¡, ¹ãÀ» »õ¿ìÁö Destroying your perimeter, players and prototypes ´Ï ±¸¿ªÀ» ÆÄ±«ÇØ, Ç÷¹À̾îµé°ú ÇÁ·ÎÅäŸÀÔ±îÁö (High powers) lift through your soul, through die shower (°íÀü·Â) ´Ï ¿µÈ¥ ¼Ó¿¡¼ µé¾î¿Ã·Á, Á×À½ÀÇ ¼Ò³ª±â·Î(?) Resurrected your spirit, with lyrics for top dollars ³× ¿µÈ¥À» ºÎȰ½ÃÄÑ, µ·À» À§ÇÑ °¡»ç·Î My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggaz childish ³» ÆÀ, °¡Àå Å©°Ô ¼Ò¸®ÃÄ, ³Ê³×µéÀº À¯Ä¡ÇÏÁö We grown folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge ¿ì¸° ¾î¸¥À̾ß, °Å¸®ÀÇ Áö½Ä ±×´ë·Î¸¦ ¹ñ¾î [Chorus 2X: Planetary, Vinnie Paz] Y'all can't touch us, cause we ain't fuckin' around ³Ê³×µéÀº ¿ì¸± ¸ø °Çµå·Á, ¿ì¸° ±îºÒÁö ¾Ê°Åµç And y'all can't fuck with us, or else we buckin' dem down ³Ê³×µéÀº ¿ì¸®¶û ¸ø ½Î¿ö, ¾Æ´Ï¸é ¿ì¸®°¡ ´Ù ¶§·Á´¯È÷Áö [Vinnie Paz] This animal rap, cannibal rap that we make µ¿¹°ÀÇ ·¦, ½ÄÀÎÁ¾ ·¦À» ¿ì¸° ¸¸µéÁö I hate all, hate law and hate jake ³ ´Ù ¹Ì¿öÇØ, ¹ý°ú °æÂûÀ» ¹Ì¿öÇØ I hate everything that you stand for, it's fake ´Ï°¡ ´ëÇ¥ÇÏ´Â ¸ðµç °ÍÀ» ¹Ì¿öÇØ, °¡Â¥´Ï±î Cuz everybody bitin' the gods, a day late ¸ðµÎµé ½ÅÀ» º£²¸´ë, Á¶±Ý ´Ê¾úÁö I maintain, handle beef Islamly ³ À¯ÁöÇØ, ½Î¿òÀ» À̽½¶÷ ½ÄÀ¸·Î ó¸®ÇØ Manage my life calmly, like I was Gandhi ³» »îÀ» Â÷ºÐÇÏ°Ô À̲ø¾î, ¸¶Ä¡ °£µðÀÎ °Íó·³ Fuckin' with Vinnie Paz, the one man army Vinnie Paz, 1ÀÎ ±º´ë¿Í ½Î¿ì·Á ÇÏ´Ù´Ï It take a shack and metal tank to harm me ³»°Ô »óó ÀÔÈ÷·Á¸é °Ã¶ ÅÊÅ©°¡ ÇÊ¿äÇÏÁö Come on b, why you trynna to build À̺Á Ä£±¸, ¿Ö ±×·¸°Ô ¹º°¡ ÀÌ·ç·ÁÇØ Why you trynna get ya whole entire family killed ¿Ö ´Ï °¡Á·À» ¸ðµÎ Á×À½¿¡ ºü¶ß¸®·ÁÇØ I'm like a demon outta Amityville ³ ¸¶Ä¡ Amityville¿¡¼ ³ª¿Â ¾Ç¸¶ *Amityville - ÇÑ °¡Á·ÀÌ ¾Æµé¿¡ ÀÇÇØ ¸ô»ì´çÇÑ »ç°ÇÀÌ ÀÏ¾î³ ¸¶À»·Î, ±× ¾ÆµéÀº ¾Ç¸¶¿¡ Ȧ·È´Ù°í ÁÖÀåÇß½À´Ï´Ù. I'm the motherfuckin' reason that you had any skill ´Ï°¡ ½ºÅ³À» °¡Á³´ø °Ç ¹Ù·Î ³»°¡ ÀÌÀ¯Áö With tight ill, crack ya head like when an egg drop ŸÀÌÆ®ÇÔÀ¸·Î, ´Þ°¿ÀÌ ±úÁú ¶§Ã³·³ ´Ï ¸Ó¸®¸¦ ±ú¶ß·Á And put you in the figure-four leglock ±×¸®°í ´Ù¸®¿¡ 4ÀÚ²ª±â¸¦ °É¾î And make ya head bop, cause we the rawest around ±×¸®°í ¸Ó¸®¸¦ Èçµé¸®°Ô ¸¸µé¾î, ¿ì¸° ÃÖ°í·Î °ÅÄ¡´Ï±î Vinnie Paz, with my man Stoupe holdin' me down Vinnie Paz, ±×¸®°í ³ª¸¦ ¹Ð¾îÁִ ģ±¸ Stoupe [Chorus 2X] [Planetary] (Vinnie Paz) Surrender and quit (or I'ma let the venomous spit) Ç׺¹ÇÏ°í Æ÷±âÇØ (¾È ±×·¯¸é µ¶À» ³»¹ñ°Ú¾î) Tremendous equip (we buggin' off the Hennessy sip) ¾öû³ Àåºñ (¿ì¸° Hennessey¸¦ ¸¶½Ã°í ¹ÌÄ¡Áö) The weaponry hit (we hit you with the heavenly shit) ¹«±âÀÇ °ø°Ý (õ»óÀÇ °ÍÀ¸·Î ³Î °ø°ÝÇØ) Only reason you live (cuz we at the end of the clip) ´Ï°¡ »ì¾Æ³²´Â ÀÌÀ¯´Â (źâ ÃѾËÀÌ ´Ù ´Þ¾Ò±â ¶§¹®¿¡) The energy split (young cats must be sick in the brain) ¿¡³ÊÁö°¡ ³ª´©¾îÁ® (³Ê³×µé ¸Ó¸®°¡ µ¹¾Ò³ªº¸±¸³ª) We hittin' the vein (cuz of y'all spittin' the same) Ç÷°üÀ» °ø°ÝÇØ (´Ù ¶È°°Àº °Í¸¸ ³»¹ñÀݾÆ) We shookin' the flame (and mounted all the chips in ya chain) ºÒ²ÉÀ» Èçµé¾î (±×¸®°í ´Ï ¸ñ°ÉÀÌÀÇ Ä¨À» ¸ðµÎ ½×Áö) We stick to the game (ran and inflicted the pain) ¿ì¸° ÀÌ °ÔÀÓ¿¡ ³²¾Æ (´Þ¸®¸é¼ °íÅëÀ» ¾È°åÁö) The stitches remain (and matter fact, we sonnin' y'all kids) ÈäÅÍ´Â ³²¾Æ (±×¸®°í »ç½Ç, ¿ì¸° ´Ï ¾ÆÀ̵éÀ» ÀÔ¾çÇØ) And after that we snatchin' up ya son and ya wiz ±× ÈÄ¿£ ´Ï ¾ÆµéÀ» ³³Ä¡ÇÏÁö (We robbin' the kids, and puttin' metal slugs in ya wigs) (¾ÖµéÀ» Åоî, ±×¸®°í ´Ï ¸Ó¸®¿¡ ÃѾËÀ» ¹Ú¾Æ) We stuck in the crib (frozen with your gut to the fridge) ¿ì¸° Áý ¾È¿¡ ÀÖ¾î (³ÃÀå°í¿¡ ´Ï ³»ÀåÀ» º¸°üÇÑ Ã¤) We cuttin' ya ribs (Jed Mind stiflin' y'all) ´Ï °¥ºñ»À¸¦ Àß¶ó (Jed Mind°¡ ³Ê³×µéÀ» Áú½Ä½ÃŰÁö) It's right from the far (we pointin' fuckin' rifles at y'all ¸Ö¸®¼ºÎÅÍ µü ¸ÂÁö (ÀåÃÑÀ» ³Ê³×µé¿¡°Ô °Ü´² You ain't icey at all, we provoke the sheisty to brawl) ³Ê³Ù ÀüÇô È·ÁÇÏÁö ¾Ê¾Æ, ¿ì¸° ÃßÀâÇÑ ³ðµéÀ» ¸ÕÀú µµ¹ßÇØ) If y'all sleep, Outerspace, slicin' ya jaw ÀáÀÌ µç´Ù¸é, Outerspace°¡, ´Ï ÅÎÀ» Àß¶ó [Chorus 2X] |
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