Bring The Pain (New Wave) - Mindless Self Indulgence.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作曲 : J. Euringer
[00:00.961] I came to bring the pain
[00:03.188] Hardcore from the brain
[00:05.465] Let's go inside my astral plane
[00:08.201] Find out my mental, based on instrumental
[00:11.598] Records, hey, so I can write monumental
[00:15.149] Methods, I'm not the king, but niggas is decaf
[00:19.446] I stick 'em for the cream, check it
[00:22.281] Just how deep can shit get?
[00:24.857] Deeper than your fists
[00:26.392] And brothers is mad pissed, accept it
[00:28.809] In your cross color
[00:30.382] Clothes you crossed over
[00:32.347] And now ya totally crossed out (and kriss krossed)
[00:35.942] Who tha boss
[00:37.268] Niggas get tossed to tha side
[00:39.678] And I'm the dark side of the force, of course
[00:42.971] It's the Method Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
[00:46.469] I be hectic, and comin' for that headpiece, protect it
[00:50.443] **** it, two tears in a bucket
[00:53.107] Niggas want the ruckus
[00:54.615] So bust it at me, son
[00:56.338] Now bust it
[00:57.549] Stylez, I get buck wild
[00:59.900] Method Man on some shit
[01:01.737] ****in' niggas foul, son I'm sick
[01:04.649] Insane crazy, drivin' Miss Daisy
[01:07.986] How the **** am I?
[01:09.531] Now I got mine, I'm Swayzee
[01:11.242] Is it real, son?
[01:12.492] Is it really real, son?
[01:14.277] Lemme know it's real, son
[01:16.092] If it's really real
[01:17.860] Something I can feel, son
[01:19.556] Load it up and kill one
[01:21.349] Wonderin' the deal, son
[01:23.170] If it's really real
[01:26.269] When I was a little stereo (stereo)
[01:29.541] I used to be the champion (ooh)
[01:33.041] I always wonder (wonder)
[01:36.650] When I will be the number one (ooh)
[01:40.061] And now you listen to me, Gargon (gargon)
[01:43.660] And the Gargon summary
[01:47.114] And all you niggas come and test me (test me)
[01:50.716] I'm gonna lick out your brains
[01:54.037] Mothers wanna hang with the meth, bring the rope
[01:57.088] 'Cause the only way you hang is by the neck
[01:59.774] Nigga, bump off a set
[02:01.535] Comin' through all your projects
[02:03.700] Take it as a threat or better yet, it is a promise
[02:07.267] Comin' like a vet on some old Vietnam shit
[02:10.811] Nigga, you can bet your bottom dollar that I'm on it
[02:14.323] And it's gonna get even worse
[02:16.602] Word to god, it's the Wu
[02:18.250] Comin' through
[02:19.165] Taking niggas 'fore they're gone
[02:21.265] Movin' to your left (Mr Meth!)
[02:24.699] I came to represent and carve my name within your chest
[02:28.310] You can come test
[02:29.749] Realize it's no contest, son
[02:32.395] I'm the gun who won that old wild west
[02:35.417] Quick on the draw with my hands on the floor
[02:39.008] Nine-three-eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
[02:42.483] Check it 'cause I think not when it's hip-hop like proper
[02:46.995] Rhymes be the proof, when I'm drinkin' ninety proof vodka
[02:50.876] No OJ, no straw
[02:54.006] When you give it to me, yeah
[02:55.809] Give it to me raw
[02:56.823] 'Cause I burn
[02:58.194] When you drink absolute straight
[03:00.636] It burns
[03:01.838] Enough to give my chest hairs a perm
[03:04.605] I don't need no chemical blow to pull a ho
[03:08.105] All I need is chemical bank (to pay the b***h!)
[03:11.293] Is it real, son?
[03:12.527] Is it really real, son?
[03:14.328] Lemme know it's real, son
[03:16.165] If it's really real
[03:17.832] Something I can feel, son
[03:19.511] Load it up and kill one
[03:21.355] Wonderin' the deal, son
[03:23.094] If it's really real
[03:27.560] **** the hoes
[03:31.030] **** the hoes
[03:34.550] **** the hoes
[03:38.090] **** the hoes
[03:41.670] **** the hoes
[03:45.170] **** the hoes
[03:48.791] **** the hoes
[03:52.244] **** the hoes
[03:55.820] **** the hoes
[03:59.284] **** the hoes
[04:02.920] **** the hoes
[04:06.370] **** the hoes
文本歌词
作曲 : J. Euringer
I came to bring the pain
Hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental, based on instrumental
Records, hey, so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the king, but niggas is decaf
I stick 'em for the cream, check it
Just how deep can shit get?
Deeper than your fists
And brothers is mad pissed, accept it
In your cross color
Clothes you crossed over
And now ya totally crossed out (and kriss krossed)
Who tha boss
Niggas get tossed to tha side
And I'm the dark side of the force, of course
It's the Method Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic, and comin' for that headpiece, protect it
**** it, two tears in a bucket
Niggas want the ruckus
So bust it at me, son
Now bust it
Stylez, I get buck wild
Method Man on some shit
****in' niggas foul, son I'm sick
Insane crazy, drivin' Miss Daisy
How the **** am I?
Now I got mine, I'm Swayzee
Is it real, son?
Is it really real, son?
Lemme know it's real, son
If it's really real
Something I can feel, son
Load it up and kill one
Wonderin' the deal, son
If it's really real
When I was a little stereo (stereo)
I used to be the champion (ooh)
I always wonder (wonder)
When I will be the number one (ooh)
And now you listen to me, Gargon (gargon)
And the Gargon summary
And all you niggas come and test me (test me)
I'm gonna lick out your brains
Mothers wanna hang with the meth, bring the rope
'Cause the only way you hang is by the neck
Nigga, bump off a set
Comin' through all your projects
Take it as a threat or better yet, it is a promise
Comin' like a vet on some old Vietnam shit
Nigga, you can bet your bottom dollar that I'm on it
And it's gonna get even worse
Word to god, it's the Wu
Comin' through
Taking niggas 'fore they're gone
Movin' to your left (Mr Meth!)
I came to represent and carve my name within your chest
You can come test
Realize it's no contest, son
I'm the gun who won that old wild west
Quick on the draw with my hands on the floor
Nine-three-eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it 'cause I think not when it's hip-hop like proper
Rhymes be the proof, when I'm drinkin' ninety proof vodka
No OJ, no straw
When you give it to me, yeah
Give it to me raw
'Cause I burn
When you drink absolute straight
It burns
Enough to give my chest hairs a perm
I don't need no chemical blow to pull a ho
All I need is chemical bank (to pay the b***h!)
Is it real, son?
Is it really real, son?
Lemme know it's real, son
If it's really real
Something I can feel, son
Load it up and kill one
Wonderin' the deal, son
If it's really real
**** the hoes
**** the hoes
**** the hoes
**** the hoes
**** the hoes
**** the hoes
**** the hoes
**** the hoes
**** the hoes
**** the hoes
**** the hoes
**** the hoes