Just for Kicks (“Meat Grinder” demo) - Madvillain/Madlib.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作曲 : Otis Jackson, Jr./Daniel Dumile/Lucraft Howard
[00:06.688][Intro: Frank Zappa]
[00:11.267]Sleeping in a jar!
[00:15.556]Sleeping in a jar!
[00:21.898]The jar is under the bed
[00:25.664]Sleeping in a jar!
[00:31.936]The jar is under the bed
[00:32.437]
[00:33.202][Verse: MF DOOM]
[00:45.223]Tripping off the beat kinda, dripping off the meat grinder
[00:48.040]Heat niner, pimping, stripping, soft sweet minor
[00:50.559]China was a neat signer, trouble with the script
[00:53.074]Digits double dipped, bubble lipped, subtle lisp midget
[00:56.091]Borderline schizo, sort of fine tits though
[00:58.599]Pour the wine, whore to grind, quarter to nine, let's go
[01:01.611]Ever since ten eleven, glad she made a brethren
[01:04.437]Then it's last down, seven alligator seven, at the gates of heaven
[01:07.440]Knocking, no answer, slow dancer, hopeless romancer with the dopest flow stanzas
[01:12.209]Yes, no? Villain, Metal face to Destro
[01:14.734]Guess so, still incredible in escrow
[01:17.992]Just say Ho! I'll test the yayo
[01:20.276]Wild West style fest, y'all best to lay low
[01:23.062]Hey bro, Day Glo, set the bet, pay dough
[01:25.580]Before the cheddar get away, better get Maaco
[01:28.364]The worst hated God who perpetrated odd favors
[01:30.948]Demonstrated in the perforated Rod Lavers
[01:37.849]Quad flavors
[01:38.858]Still back in the game like Jack LaLanne
[01:40.968]Think you know the name, don't rack your brain on a fast track to half insane
[01:44.999]Either in a slow beat or that the speed of "Wrath of Kane"
[01:48.511]Laughter, pain
[01:50.016]Hackthoo'ing songs lit, in the booth, with the best host
[01:52.535]Doing bong hits, on the roof, within the west coast
[01:55.330]He's at it again, mad at the pen
[01:57.490]Glad that we win, a tad fat, in a bad hat for men
[02:00.757]Grind the cinnamon, Manhattan warmongers
[02:03.267]You can find the villain in the satin, congas
[02:06.036]The van screeches
[02:07.296]The bald man preaches about the gold-sand beaches
[02:09.805]The cold hand reaches for the old tan Ellesse's
[02:16.108]Jesus
[02:16.609]
[02:17.375][Outro: Sample]
[02:19.133]...that Mary was goin' around with an old flame
[02:23.902]That burned me up, because I know he was just feeding her a line!
[02:29.421]But the guy really spent his money like water
[02:32.985]I think he was connected, so I left
[02:35.253]Outside it was raining cats and dogs
[02:39.262]I was feelin' mighty blue... and everything looked black
[02:44.802]But I carried on!

文本歌词

作曲 : Otis Jackson, Jr./Daniel Dumile/Lucraft Howard
Sleeping in a jar!
Sleeping in a jar!
The jar is under the bed
Sleeping in a jar!
The jar is under the bed

Tripping off the beat kinda, dripping off the meat grinder
Heat niner, pimping, stripping, soft sweet minor
China was a neat signer, trouble with the script
Digits double dipped, bubble lipped, subtle lisp midget
Borderline schizo, sort of fine tits though
Pour the wine, whore to grind, quarter to nine, let's go
Ever since ten eleven, glad she made a brethren
Then it's last down, seven alligator seven, at the gates of heaven
Knocking, no answer, slow dancer, hopeless romancer with the dopest flow stanzas
Yes, no? Villain, Metal face to Destro
Guess so, still incredible in escrow
Just say Ho! I'll test the yayo
Wild West style fest, y'all best to lay low
Hey bro, Day Glo, set the bet, pay dough
Before the cheddar get away, better get Maaco
The worst hated God who perpetrated odd favors
Demonstrated in the perforated Rod Lavers
Quad flavors
Still back in the game like Jack LaLanne
Think you know the name, don't rack your brain on a fast track to half insane
Either in a slow beat or that the speed of "Wrath of Kane"
Laughter, pain
Hackthoo'ing songs lit, in the booth, with the best host
Doing bong hits, on the roof, within the west coast
He's at it again, mad at the pen
Glad that we win, a tad fat, in a bad hat for men
Grind the cinnamon, Manhattan warmongers
You can find the villain in the satin, congas
The van screeches
The bald man preaches about the gold-sand beaches
The cold hand reaches for the old tan Ellesse's
Jesus

...that Mary was goin' around with an old flame
That burned me up, because I know he was just feeding her a line!
But the guy really spent his money like water
I think he was connected, so I left
Outside it was raining cats and dogs
I was feelin' mighty blue... and everything looked black
But I carried on!