Thou Shall - Royce Da 5'9''/Kid Vishis.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : M. Montgomery/R. Montgomery/E. Johnson
[00:01.000] 作曲 : M. Montgomery/R. Montgomery/E. Johnson
[00:03.006]Thou shalt not **** with Detroit and me
[00:05.763]Never owned a Coogi, Ford truck, or a pair of them gator Mauris
[00:09.056]Please hold your applause for these parables and stories
[00:12.599]Give all praise to Allah, to God be the glory
[00:16.090]My Papa raised me like I'm a dog with rabies
[00:19.321]Playin' "da ha da ha" in the dropped Mercedes
[00:21.837]Ridin' with the chopper daily
[00:23.291]Pupils dilated like I'm Sada Baby
[00:25.184]Nozzle on that gun larger than the one on that Gaga lady
[00:28.426]Play with my time like I'm a playful don
[00:31.118]My arm comes out the car, my window down like I'm tryna borrow some Grey Poupon
[00:34.934]First these b*****s love it, then they hate it, then they hate to love it
[00:38.006]I'm straight with publishin', I don't care if the radio station's stubborn
[00:41.469]Y'all haters busters, I'm David Ruffin
[00:43.426]It'll take me nothin' to put your life on a dollar menu right there by the Egg McMuffin
[00:47.630]While these boys orderin' shots, snortin' rocks, and importin' thots
[00:51.128]I'm floatin' with forty knots, to the bag like I'm a border cop
[00:53.749]Any artist in hip-hop **** with Nickel stock, sure to drop
[00:57.090]Especially if he Russel Wilson, good guy, sorta pop
[01:00.281]You sure to die, pallbearers bring flowers, he's mortified
[01:03.320]Me and Porter got the same stayin' power that hoarders got
[01:06.746]Whoever Superman, I got kryptonite in these hands
[01:09.572]But I'd rather soup-a-man, leave you liquified with these cans
[01:12.713]Thou Shall, Royce Da 5'9\", Kid Vishis, The Allegory, I don't care if you rap n*ggas is trendin' topic, your shit is ga
[01:15.955]You couldn't make a classic out of that trash if you had Brenda drop it
[01:19.470]You at the rental car spot Enterprise while I'm enterprisin'
[01:22.544]I don't cop my whips without coppin' rims and a body kit and my tint is darkened
[01:26.265]Closest I'ma probably get to window shoppin'
[01:28.840]Alright, we're gonna try a new sound
[01:37.604]Kid Vishis:
[01:38.188]Uh, yeah, yeah (Alright, we're gonna try a new sound)
[01:46.438]Say goodbye to the good guy
[01:48.007]I hotboxed on your block and I got the whole hood high
[01:50.861]You know who all the dead n*ggas is, they tryna look live
[01:54.197]Instagram post bank accounts, it wouldn't look right
[01:57.588]Your favorite rapper's sweet, you look up to geeks
[02:00.598]I wanna flip the world upside down and make all you n*ggas look up to the streets
[02:05.160]I don't believe none of you frail n*ggas
[02:07.829]A man should never be described as petite
[02:10.062]I don't wait when it's war, I'm on some now shit
[02:13.544]Leave your mama prayin' over beef, I halal shit
[02:16.510]All these foul styles goin' 'round and y'all allow it
[02:19.492]No skill required, the game's overcrowded
[02:22.716]So when a rapper say he can spit now, I doubt it
[02:26.044]You could listen to Future but just know who the now is
[02:29.280]I get to share a stage with Nickel Nine, that's crazy
[02:32.589]We on tour with Eminem, baby, that's Shady
[02:35.791]Room full of naked chicks, surrounded by p***y
[02:39.031]'Cause I rap amazin', you at the crib hatin'
[02:41.869]With your kittens, lookin' like the weird cat lady
[02:44.068]Trippin' watchin Xvids while I'm with your ex-b***h, 'til I'm restless
[02:48.553]Don't want me to send goons to investigate, they fold n*ggas
[02:52.213]And believe me, it's hard to find a coffin that's pretzel-shaped
[02:55.715]When goin' to the special place
[02:57.217]Say an extra grace, black men in America ain't just slaves
[03:01.403]Long as the queen don't need nothin' for [?] a seven
[03:05.321]While I'm still buildin' credit outta debt
[03:07.709]I know where I'm headed, I don't need the reverend
[03:10.657]Royce gave me access to the lab, I got the key to Heaven

文本歌词

作词 : M. Montgomery/R. Montgomery/E. Johnson
作曲 : M. Montgomery/R. Montgomery/E. Johnson
Thou shalt not **** with Detroit and me
Never owned a Coogi, Ford truck, or a pair of them gator Mauris
Please hold your applause for these parables and stories
Give all praise to Allah, to God be the glory
My Papa raised me like I'm a dog with rabies
Playin' "da ha da ha" in the dropped Mercedes
Ridin' with the chopper daily
Pupils dilated like I'm Sada Baby
Nozzle on that gun larger than the one on that Gaga lady
Play with my time like I'm a playful don
My arm comes out the car, my window down like I'm tryna borrow some Grey Poupon
First these b*****s love it, then they hate it, then they hate to love it
I'm straight with publishin', I don't care if the radio station's stubborn
Y'all haters busters, I'm David Ruffin
It'll take me nothin' to put your life on a dollar menu right there by the Egg McMuffin
While these boys orderin' shots, snortin' rocks, and importin' thots
I'm floatin' with forty knots, to the bag like I'm a border cop
Any artist in hip-hop **** with Nickel stock, sure to drop
Especially if he Russel Wilson, good guy, sorta pop
You sure to die, pallbearers bring flowers, he's mortified
Me and Porter got the same stayin' power that hoarders got
Whoever Superman, I got kryptonite in these hands
But I'd rather soup-a-man, leave you liquified with these cans
Thou Shall, Royce Da 5'9\", Kid Vishis, The Allegory, I don't care if you rap n*ggas is trendin' topic, your shit is ga
You couldn't make a classic out of that trash if you had Brenda drop it
You at the rental car spot Enterprise while I'm enterprisin'
I don't cop my whips without coppin' rims and a body kit and my tint is darkened
Closest I'ma probably get to window shoppin'
Alright, we're gonna try a new sound
Kid Vishis:
Uh, yeah, yeah (Alright, we're gonna try a new sound)
Say goodbye to the good guy
I hotboxed on your block and I got the whole hood high
You know who all the dead n*ggas is, they tryna look live
Instagram post bank accounts, it wouldn't look right
Your favorite rapper's sweet, you look up to geeks
I wanna flip the world upside down and make all you n*ggas look up to the streets
I don't believe none of you frail n*ggas
A man should never be described as petite
I don't wait when it's war, I'm on some now shit
Leave your mama prayin' over beef, I halal shit
All these foul styles goin' 'round and y'all allow it
No skill required, the game's overcrowded
So when a rapper say he can spit now, I doubt it
You could listen to Future but just know who the now is
I get to share a stage with Nickel Nine, that's crazy
We on tour with Eminem, baby, that's Shady
Room full of naked chicks, surrounded by p***y
'Cause I rap amazin', you at the crib hatin'
With your kittens, lookin' like the weird cat lady
Trippin' watchin Xvids while I'm with your ex-b***h, 'til I'm restless
Don't want me to send goons to investigate, they fold n*ggas
And believe me, it's hard to find a coffin that's pretzel-shaped
When goin' to the special place
Say an extra grace, black men in America ain't just slaves
Long as the queen don't need nothin' for a seven
While I'm still buildin' credit outta debt
I know where I'm headed, I don't need the reverend
Royce gave me access to the lab, I got the key to Heaven