收聽Handsome Boy Modeling School的Torch Song Trilogy歌詞歌曲

Torch Song Trilogy

Handsome Boy Modeling School1999年10月19日

Torch Song Trilogy 歌詞

 

Torch Song Trilogy - Handsome Boy Modeling School/Sensational

I'm not guilty ahahaha

Does that include the time I stole a

Comic book when I was 5 years old

Aha I'm not guilty of the charges that

Hits jointah yea hits joint

 

Sensational rocking the orthodox Hip Hop

This is how I do when I strictly rock the spot hahahahaha

Yea this chuckle blitz ya

 

I party properly here it goes

Holdupholdupholdupholdupholdup

Here we yo you can take that back yo yo

 

I party properly who be clockin' me

I tell em the time be freaky freaky

I script this apocryphal sensational

Avenue pimp and hustla

My lectures the vehicle

I'm skipping off the scene

Woofers get up off the side of my

Mentality running to the beat like gin

Piss poor getting me slobbed by ladies on the job

Freaky in erred

After hours your bad can kiss myself like I'm james brown

Hip hop soul full

Like my tank not full of sugar bo bank

When I'm on the microphone I always do my thang

We rode the mainstream

Chuckle blitzed is how it be

When I

Be on the scene

Hitting you for balls that be open

Beautiful jump up location

As I don't stash

I'm like my nephew travis da menace

Fat ladies' pick and looking for credit

F**kin' with my production intelligence don't know ma's queef from fast or

Slow

No friction chillity

I always blow with the most

Definitely feeling it to me

A whack emcee could never be

I be with herb kicking the verb

That you hear and heard

Cool out on the couch

While I flick an ounce and

Enter foot in your mouth

Akinyele style with the brooklyn profile

You know I'm flippin' bucks and looking up

Pimpin' routine

Time flight blind your sight

In your ear

 

Making you say oh yea oh yea

Yea it's all about me

I thought you knew that

Throw rocks and pull the global

With the Hip Hop

And it just don't stop

Like a 12 AM continuation

Warm sound that could never be erased

Expand

I'm a motherf**kin' one man band

No debate

In what I got

To do with this pace

Is expensive taste taste echo

Set this b**ch on fire

Like this like this

And like that

Notewith the overweightfat

 

Yea

 

Cut

 

 

One thing is sure I'll never play with matches again