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译文: 秘密机器. 光对.
the hammer holding fist the light's on the light's on the light's on the light's on the light's on the light's on and you're waiting for the signal the
yeah yeah Keep on hustlin... droppin keys funk stackin weed shiftin Keep hustlin -- true players play it all night long Keep on hustlin... on and on Verse
as the girl shuts out the bedroom light Outside the street's on fire, in a real death waltz Between what's flesh and what's fantasy And then the poets
You know you gots to build just skills, uh come on get down Just skills, you know we got to build just skills, come on get down Yeah, uh come on, I
leather Why would you be walking around Beverley Hills wearin pleather? With lights, camera, action A part of my MCing is a small fraction Strong machines coming on
count to the one, oh, put butter on the bun, oh Black killed the program director but first let him sniff some blow See the man with the suit? Light
The princes gift of love Things ain't like they used to be Love's the only thing I see Wings of life are taking flight From the darkness to the light Secret
the glowing lights it's grown Can it feel human love? No one would waste a drop on such a thing Eyeless abomination hideously disheartening Machines
the smile on my face My heart's in overdrive But when did I last try to get inside I've got nothing to say And that's the wasted time Just idle talking
I wear two watches on my wrist, at fifty G's a piece How's that look nigga? That's a hundred I done put two hundred G's on my grill My dog Fresh bout
That's right Back from the pad (the finest tuned rapping machine) Back from the pad James Brown I'm not Trying to be Sly Stone on the microphone Xerox
screens silently screams There's someone else in here with him now he feel's he's no longer alone Although no one's able to get in but him "I swear
I gotta plan in command on your ass bitch This little short young niggas in them caskets You bein' front black nigga rolled up layed up on your ass
oh, let's go, one time For my Machine Shop crew And then it's two times S.O.B. and L.P. too And then it's three times It's Mike and Sixx on the track
from your own mind What you think is top secret got insiders thinking they're all mine Y2K year two thousand is when they go blind Shut down machines
