ฟังเพลงMusical Massacre

Musical Massacre - Eric B. & Rakim

give my boom and when you have

give ' give ' my boom

give give...

my boom...

How could I keep my composure

When all sorts of thoughts

fought for exposure?

Release, then veins in the brains increase

When I let off, make a wish

and blow the smoke off my piece

Unloadin, unfold and the

rhymes are explodin

And the mic that Im holdins golden

Cordless cause the wire

caught fire like a fuse

Gunpowder and the

slightest bruise is a friction

The outcome is there so listen

Heres the brief description

A boom then flame then smoke,

ashes a dust to dust

Contact is compact when I bust

Mcs are now in a massacre

A disaster a... master at

fashion a beat to death

To a pulp, till it cant pump

Speakers aint sayin nothin

Now the ball can thump

As Im lookin I stand like great

buildings in brooklyn

Then the stage is took then

Havoc struck that could

product a whole court

Keep in touch with the mic

when youre holdin yall

Sumpin and pumpin

and slobbin and droolin

Nothins pumpin, who do

you think ya foolin?

Tommy tucker,

the neighborhood sucker

What you oughtta do....

is pick up a tempo

From what I invent, so hard

not to bite, but you cant prevent so

You start to kidnap

I watch the kid rap

When he get off he know

he shouldnt a did that

Minor, old-timer, weak-rhymer, stay-in-liner

You wont be inclined to go so yo

Maybe later, youre gonna be

But for now, youre almost one of me

Now the immature imitations

taken from originations

Made by tracin and a little arrangin

So perform, if ya still aint

warm maybe after

A roast by the host with the

most its a musical massacre

Never tired, don't even try it, keep quiet

Like a storm, you could rain...but a riot

Remains, the gangs power

just like the towerin inferno

The beats gonna burn so

Distance I kept, ou better watch your step

Volunteers go from here and get

Ya out of the flames

Appreciate the temperature change

Anywhere within the range of celcius

Fahrenheit on the mic, mic melts see it

Burns soon as its felt see

its torchin, scorchin

Mics pipin hot, steamin

whos schemin now ya not

James brown must a been dusted

Disgusted, now he cant be trusted

Embalmed with fluid

Static can cause an explosion,

in fact impacts closin in

Time was up, so I don't

need a time bomb

Beat gives me a heat-stroke

when I rhyme calm

Pull out the tool, sometimes

I wanna break fool

But I was cool, like one in the chamber

Lets play a game of rhymin roulette

And put me up to your brain and

name a rhyme about ya clout

One mistake... ya out

If this imitation it cant be the same show

Maybe what youll find

somewhere over the rainbow

Courage, heart, brain, you need rhyme

Turn on your mic, snap

your fingers three times

We gone, or the story wont end the same

And youll feel the flame

The potion was weak,

make another antidote

Whats the science? why cant ya quote?

Elements for musical intelligence

Rhymes are irrelevant, no development

And that settles it

Go manufacture a match,

send me after a blast

From the master that has to

make musical massacre