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Song: | Jackolantern's Weather |
Album: | 311 | Genres: | Rock |
Year: | | Length: | 228 sec |
Lyricist: 311
Lyrics:
Well I beat a bad rap when you skip a soultrap Just trippin' and laughin' at the crap Dap is what I get, the best skins that I hit You know we rock the fuckin' joint and we split Singin' and rhymin's what I'm better for When I describe I'm a scribe with a metaphor I use a simile lightly, 'cause that shit's played The common way most rhymes are made, ya know
I rock like this, I flow like that But all those comparisons are just that Kickin' different styles, I'll be right here Today, tomorrow, next week, and next year
I always say what I feel and that is a promise Nothing in life is above bein' honest Sauna is cool compared to bein' on stage But that's the way it's got to go in the stone age The fame in my game I name rapture Like a polished rock, I'll make it shine for sure Word is that I've traveled, I become unraveled I been around the world, baby, gimme an apple
Be your boogie man rather than Son-of-Sam What I am is what I am Though we don't have too long to love a day a night We only love those who love us back, right
Kid is smart, the kid is clever Stompin' in jack-o-lantern's weather Backpack strapped 'cause the world is cold Headphones pumpin', don't ya know Kid is smart, the kid is clever Stompin' in jack-o-lantern's weather Rocks his hood and plays it mellow While maple leaves change into yellow
And yo, shit, damn, homie at it again Tryin' to beat my high score but since the age of ten See my high score flash on the back glass I was malcontented Doug in gifted class Now here's the deal, we came to heal, we gonna rock in Rio Oh no, it's not a joke, it's how we feel Put to test like a sugar ray scientist, come on I'm always dancin' in my Sunday best
I'm betting on my bliss and my path is lit, see The microphone is live, I'm rockin' my body Smooth like Reggie Miller in an airborne freeze frame Funky like the kung-fu that can put you to shame
Kid is smart, the kid is clever Stompin' in jack-o-lantern's weather Backpack strapped 'cause the world is cold Headphones pumpin', don't ya know Kid is smart, the kid is clever Stompin' in jack-o-lantern's weather Rocks his hood and plays it mellow While maple leaves change into yellow
Uh! (Uh!) Can't, stop, you got, you gotta walk it (One more time) Live a little, (Uh, uh) something like (You gotta quick, I pick it, I pick, uh) I'm like hey (Hey!), a-wait a minute Give a check one (Check one) two, then I'm ready to begin it (Uh) With a boom boom bap (Boom boom chick) comin' out your trunkies Give a fat shout out to the Phunk Junkeez (Yeah!) Stricken like a cancer (Uh), taken chances A-but I love to see the girl windin' like a belly dancer Standin' up front with a tight stomach showin' (Showin') Me on stage, singin', flowin' We just kickin' it live, we just kickin' it live 'Cause if you can't kick it (Uh) live you gon' die 'Fraid so punk (Punk), so quit talkin' junk (Junk) You need a live show like ball player needs a dunk
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