Rap Phenomenon (feat. Redman & Method Man) [2005 Remaster]

作词 : Thomas Bell/Notorious B.I.G./Reggie Noble/Chris Martin/Kenneth Gamble/Clifford Smith/Tracey Lee/Isaiah Lee/Ronald Chambers

作曲 : Thomas Bell/Notorious B.I.G./Reggie Noble/Chris Martin/Kenneth Gamble/Clifford Smith/Tracey Lee/Isaiah Lee/Ronald Chambers

Well it's the Funk Docta Spock

Meth-Tical

Biggie,Biggie Uhh uhh uhh

Yo c'mon Big uhh

**** that,I preach it, my nine reaches

The prestigious cats that speak this, Willie ****

Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches

Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers shouldn't have it

So I grab it, never run, an outcome

Is usually a beatdown brutally **** who you be

Or where you're from,West or East coast Squeeze toast

Leave most in the blood they layin in, what, what?

The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out

It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth

It's more than I expected,I thought your jewels was rented

But they wasn't, so run it, cousin

I could chill, the heat doesn't, ran up in your shell about a dozen

You never see bank like Frank White

Your hand clutchin', your chest-plate contemplate

You 'bout to die, ***** wait, keep yo' hands high

Yo, yo yo

I don't brownnose out of town hoes

I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh

I get bagged,I'm John Doe, suspect

You ass like prime roastin',Calvin Klein clothes

Explode the pyros when Doc guest appear

I'm out there,I bought it with George Jetson here

Your time is near, so get your body dropped off

I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught

It's Bricks keep your wrist covered or piss colored

By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brother

I.C.U., my sheisty crew like ice me too

I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue

The Doc was born with a grenade palm

I'm concurrent in your hood like a teenage mom

Yo Biggie(What? what?)She havin' my bay-bayy

If I pull out the A.K., keep your hands high

This rule is so underrated

Actin' as if it can't happen, you're frontin'

Ain't no other kings in this rap thing

Biggie, a mother****in' rap phenomenon

This rule is so underrated

Actin' as if it can't happen, you're frontin'

Ain't no other kings in this rap thing

Biggie, a mother****in' rap phenomenon

Uhh, uhh

I got a new mouth to feed,I'm due South with keys

Y'all pick seeds out y'all shit, I watch cowards bleed

************ please, it's my block with my rocks

**** that hip-hop, them one-two's and you don't stops

Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cee's advance

Bought ten bricks, four pounds of shit plants

From Branson, now we lampin', twelve room mansion

******* get naked off, "Get Money", "Player's Anthem"

Don't forget, 'One More Chance' and my other hits, other shit

****** spit be counterfeit, robbery come actually

In and out like mother****in' rapidly, pass the gat to me

Make his chest rest, where his back should be, talkin' blasphemy

Blastin me, your family, rest in coffins often

Frank Wizzard, **** you soft or fragilla

Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash shit dealer

Slash Gorilla, slash illest turned killer

Now now

Don't approach me with that rah rah shit, you out of pocket

I take these adolescents back to Spofford

Mentally my energy is like a figure eight on it's side

That's infinity too many sick niggas, nickel nines

Bring the remedy when you play the field, what's the penalty

Unnecessary roughness, career endin' injuries for suckers

Stuck on stupid, shoot 'em with a dart like Cupid

Until they got love for my music

Star Wars I'm Han Solo, with three egoes

And three charges,I got to "See-three-P.O.'s"

This is whoop-yo'-ass-day, the sequel

Eyeball blower with no equal, niggas swingin' swords in the WAR

That's my people, sho' nuff, befo' I roll up

This is a hold up, hands high, reach for the sky

I rep S.I., the unpretty, word to Left Eye

New York Shitty, put they weight on it

And who better for the job than Biggie? The

The Notorious

Jee-zus,"Unbelievable" rhyme that reaches

And touch individual

Small frame buck and change

MC, What's-Your-Name, tuck your chain

All about the fortune, **** the fame, labels still extortin'

Kick me when I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchin'

Hot, forcin' my way up in the door

To kill the mother****ers like a matador

Keep your hands high(What?)