《Throwbacks: Zu-Chronicles Vol. 1》专辑封面

歌词

New Improved (Explicit)

《New Improved (Explicit)》是Buddha Monk演唱的歌曲,收录于专辑《Throwbacks: Zu-Chronicles Vol. 1》,时长 4:09。以下为完整歌词。

Yo what what run kid run

You should break north for thinking with your's

Send out track signed sincerely harcore

Throw you in a choke hold hoe smack you with the mac one one

My raps are double action run the track from the back end

Don't have me bust your lip or have my glock slips

That's one of you rap crews in the lip huh

I'm two seconds off I'm one second lost from a six pack

Now we put in together we can all get that

Huh puff forty the rocker shorty naughty with two squigs

Three pulls then pass it back don't even ask me why black

You may act sane you make act shady

I think he's still going crazy over his baby hailey

Go 'head hailey walk slow my slow flow's so remarkable

The rap attract until mc's come so I could spark a few

Put you on starving like a hostage put you on like 'em fossils

What a rascal triangular when I'm verbal head bangin ya

This style lean on poles and watch heads fold

And bang their pins like it's the same session

So call the best that you know uh I'm numero uno

Number one hoe whatever language you know

You could've been my ace or my ill we go through cases to beer

Right now you going aces of fear

So it's a rhyme fract' don't turn out the lights

And beast walk the streets got you scared of the night

Play y'all niggas drunk it ain't no mothaf**ka like me

Play y'all niggas drunk it ain't no mothaf**ka like me

Play y'all niggas drunk it ain't no mothaf**ka like me

Cuz I be on I be on some new improved next sh*t

They call me darth vader when I'm invading your space

Raid your area yo bazaar hit 'em with the mace

Leave that hard sh*t up under a rock ya sound fake

The platfrom shake I'm like a human earthquake

Feel the tremors lights get dimmer cut your power lines

Short shiggety shine illuminate your mind

I heard too many rhymes slacking too many mc's be lacking

The skill that it takes and they still rapping

My apparatus is the baddest my lyrical flow's the maddest

Your style is the pips without gladys hoo

Light brite these mc's be writing wack rhymes

Claiming that they pulling fifty triggas at a time

Yo they lying I'm out firing yo puff you be

While you popping sh*t I'm putting nuts up in your girl coochy

I roll the mic up in the philly

Smoked it now watch these mc's get silly

From the contact dragon I rip mic's tight

Poppin coochy in the daytime and lyrics at night

Damn right bob I rock a rhyme non stop

Straight from brooklyn where my hip hop gets dropped

Ain't no mothaf**ka like me

Ain't no mothaf**ka like me

Ain't no mothaf**ka like me

Ain't no mothaf**ka like me

Ain't no mothaf**ka like me

Ain't no mothaf**ka like me

On some next sh*t holding laser three eighties

Giving laser dick to a b**ch like kendra playa

I'm on tracks hustling my pen I'm a ni**a wit attitude

Like ren and dre keeping verses gangsta

And I teach my little couso's how to spit verbal ammo

That I had flex on they dick and bomb sh*t up

When my squad rolls up it's nuthin but a g thang

We keep raps potent that's a gumbo thing

Whodi

Got y'all niggas on ya back like I'ma f**k 'em in the v

If you see my cheetahs china rings overseas

It's the darker slower kamikaze gun toting

Bust a rhyme first one with the hennessy drunk toting

It's motion on stage put niggas in a craze

Musical chairs when I raise like flags a forte

Hell raise find ya by durags durags

You crews laugh this staff blew too fast

We never knew that our slang would cause too much impact

On the devil wanting to reject that but the kids is buying that

Ni**a's trying that tricks we give tricks with kids

Tricks we live catching licks all in the demon's grip

Need I say more blow up buddha god the stage shore

Salute the lyrical tear up we never fearing you

Scaring you too tough for the wack we never hearing you

You stuck by two of the greatest captors yes

We bomby blue blaring on every track if you ask us

It's the blackout bum rush you wanna get stupid

Cold ready to aim to bust back and make noise

My corpse is a rza from a killah or nine thriller

Passin by mumia is like trapped in the raw ni**a

So who wanna test those who sue skin like iodine

Acidic my rock frequency like jesus in palestine

Packing nickel plated chrome nines

I design lines to the burn freeze minds

Cross the river jordan in timbs to get mine

It ain't a mothaf**ka like me it ain't a mothaf**ka like me

Play y'all niggas drunk it ain't no mothaf**ka like me

Play y'all niggas drunk it ain't no mothaf**ka like me

Play y'all niggas drunk it ain't no mothaf**ka like me

Cuz I be on I be on some new improved next sh*t

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专辑《Throwbacks: Zu-Chronicles Vol. 1》曲目

  1. New Improved (Explicit)4:09
  2. Warriors (Explicit)3:59
  3. Hang 'Em High (Explicit)4:00
  4. Red Rum (Explicit)3:39
  5. Long Axe Short Axe (Explicit)3:53
  6. Remy on Rocks (Explicit)4:46
  7. Prepare for the Buddha Monk (Explicit)5:02
  8. Knock, Knock (Explicit)4:00
  9. How Real Is Real (Explicit)2:29
  10. Picture That (Explicit)3:13
  11. Make This Money Take This Money (Explicit)2:55
  12. Hold Up (Explicit)5:06
  13. Uk Get You Shot Up (Explicit)4:09

常见问题

《New Improved (Explicit)》是谁唱的?

Buddha Monk。

《New Improved (Explicit)》收录在哪张专辑?

收录于《Throwbacks: Zu-Chronicles Vol. 1》。

《New Improved (Explicit)》的歌词可以在哪里看?

就在本页,完整歌词已按段落展示。