ฟังเพลงSh.Fe.MC's (Explicit)

Sh.Fe.MC's (Explicit) - De La Soul/A Tribe Called Quest

Composed by：Kelvin Mercer/David Jolicoeur/Vincent Mason/Paul Huston/Kamaal Ibn Fareed/Malik Izaak Taylor/Dick Hyman/Arthur Neville/Joseph Modeliste/Leo Nocentelli/George Joseph Porter/Jr.

Produced by：De La Soul/Prince Paul

Check it out y'all

Out y'all

We are here to tell the world just who we are

Shocking females

MCs MCs

Shocking females

MCs MCs

We are here to tell the world just who we are

Shocking females

MCs MCs

Shocking females

MCs MCs

No need for introductions

'Cause I know you know my name and

Knockin' MCs out the frame and

Puttin' them suckers to shame and

I live for hip-hop

So I have no time for fun and games and

So just come peep the unique styles

That we're displayin'

The beats just ridiculous

The lyrics articulate

Feels good

As if a girl had just touched her clitoris

Sucker MCs I'm killin' 'em

I'm so sick of seein'

'Em silly bounce that on they rhymes

Like that red rugby shirt worn by Gilligan

Plus the hat

They **** is wack

When you see me comin'

Take ten steps back

I makes usage of the pronouns

Adjectives verbs

My granny says

You always had a way with words

And that's because my word is bond

Lyrics are laws

Sucker MCs look at me like a friggin' eye sore

Here comes a brother hippin'

Others on the style they lack

I've always rhymed abstract

I even know the brother named abstract

I am the earner of the soul and mind

Forget the physical

'Cause physical will die with time

I'm shaped to vibrate indefinite proportions

Of the kids who need the fix

Just listen to the mix

I got the knowledge constant

Non-stop for the rubbishin'

Like niggas usin' clinton loops

As if they owned the publishing

Gums be bleedin' from illegal feedin' on my verb

I bring the Mardi Gras to your face

I outwit vipers in my rhyme cipher

I can easily lick them

'Cause they victims of the subconscious race

Tossin' periods in front of foes reps

Reps

It's not the one-eight-seven

When the 360 slept

You swallow the cake from the plate of elevate

Or you might get sparked by the crew

Who got the weight

So resuscitatin' rap like the hicks do with Presley

Is the kid who peeled the jeans in Orleans off of Leslie

ShFeMC number nine

If you let me rhyme nine times infinitely

I will climb

I let my walkman from Sony

Play cassettes from Rabboni

Which guarantees to put me

On the narrow road

Ayo that's it from me

Plug 3 and Ali explode

Explode

Explode

Explode

Battel battel

Battel battel

Battel battel

Battel battel

Battel battel

'Bout to get real

Battel battel

Battel battel

When I rhyme

The effect just ripples

You sound sick I hope your cells get sickles

And formulate into real stiff ****

Then I bet that ass'll cut the chit-chit

'Cause the Ab' will be sharper than a Ginsu

Cutter or your bum nigga's head for the gutter

This is not a game

And we ain't lookin' for the fame

That's not the aim

We came to rip the jam out the frame

My inter-reaction with paper is amazin'

So needless to say

Mad trails are left blazin'

A whole lot of bull**** rhymes start to get played

But I'm here to say

That real rhymes do pay

I'm the type of brother

That writes until my knuckles get nary

And through the dome piece

The rhymes will carry

Then transported to my throat

Then the quotes hit the air

As I stand dipped with the wares

Rhymes get slot times

Move back from the jack

It's the verbal constructor

Some MCs is wack

I make a girl do the bogle

Doo-doo brown and all

Make a nigga jump up

Drink Dom and have a ball

I animate the unlively with the verbal combat

The abstract never the wack

Motivator of the many like Moses

Movin' through

Bringin' danger to the dummies that poses

That means you

The sub relator of the sub-culture

Like a vulture

I swoop down on clowns

'Cause confusion all around

Mental burdens I bring to MCs

Who sing they sad songs

Money your dough's not long

Mines on the other hand

Is lengthy type

The abstract gets real real real

Real down to earth

I hit the long island rail

You never see me tango

With the horn and the tail

I got the kit for your mind

I design it like Zender

Smokin' mad hope from my neighbors and the

5050 luck takes the S off my chest

'Cause the S on my chest makes a mess

Settlin' for superman

Stupid man

Put on your glasses

Now your asses be slow gassin' like molasses

Continue the menu

Next on the platter

Hey where that nigga chatter

He's right here boy

I gots to see what I got

And who I'm gettin' it wit'

This ain't no nickel-dime game

That I'm peddlin' wit'

Mikey roads said stop ridin'

It be dividin'

Takin' me out how I be vibin'

Niggas actin' hard like gristle

But my pops got the pistol

Told me if I ever need it just

Respects to griff dog for the razor

Much respects to Joe Buck for the favor

It's about a million brothers

Tryin' to be MCs in this world

I'm glad I got a baby girl