Raven
04-06-2003, 04:31 PM
Yes...quite bad....I know the quality is low but some of the stuff doesnt even make sense lol....
Anyway....I typed up my version of Fuse which I think is more accurate.... all the parts I changed are in | bars |
Of course you know what a fuse is...
It's a long piece of cord impregnated with gun powder
When you strike a match and light it
It burns, fitfully, spiraling to it's end
At which there is, a little surprize
From the planet of Krypton, short suit MCs you'll be ripped on
You fell off and it's my lyric sheet you slipped on
Get gone, spit on mic's made in Hong Kong
Rock on, sing songs, |were| mightier than King King
or Donkey(kong), you think you want me or want this?
You want some? hold your reputation for ransom
With these here, handsomely crafted tactics
To break a snake and see like a cheap profilactic
Galactic, space now yeah that grabs attention
Crackheads nodded like a pest can't even mention
(This doesnt really make sense but i cant figure it out either)--->Right a pat traps gas tracks in sections
Kid says this? he'll need witness protection!
Try to see what I
Cant be seeing
I'll be here (2x)
Yo dig this,(dig this),yo it's the junkyard crooked letter C-I-entific
Duck us, the ruckus I'll bring stings your eardrum
Hear one, lalala loose |find| me fearsome
Opposing troops on my home front shall be gone
Testing the eight-hundred, eighteenth batallion
|Shall I go on? Crews| run like rebels
Enola gay rhymes kicked the notch up a level
In intesity, send back |attacks| that you sent to me
Blow up your spot with grenades that were meant for me
MP3 versus R33 MCs, |switch, change your gear| putting shrapnel in the breeze
We're MCs with enemy companies with my hand full of lyrics talking 'bout you want these?
Please! don't even speak the name of (Not "channels"....Tenants? Terrance? Parents? |who go| low gadget mic sh*t put it down like pens
For my friends and my fam let them dodge it around this mic shot through the back of an MCs |head|
With the strength |of he-man| a bridge you don't want that |closed bodies fill| fields in hand to hand combat
Battle cats, it's like the sectional speech warfare words flashing at cordicy
|Compete forwarding lyrical| shots get lit, don't question my intention when your butt gets kicked
Try to see what I
Cant be seeing
I'll be here
Tech broke itallic syllabalic attacks
Try to see what I
Cant be seeing
I'll be here
You |want MCs with these| lyrical back smacks!
<whispered> Go ahead! suit yourself!
Why wait, I shouldn't of told myself! (8x)
Try to see what I
Cant be seeing
I'll be here (2x)
I'll be here
Tech broke itallic syllabalic attacks
Try to see what I
Cant be seeing
I'll be here
You |want MCs with these| lyrical back smacks!
Some of the others have a number of errors too....but I dont feel like attempting those right now ;) :joe:
Anyway....I typed up my version of Fuse which I think is more accurate.... all the parts I changed are in | bars |
Of course you know what a fuse is...
It's a long piece of cord impregnated with gun powder
When you strike a match and light it
It burns, fitfully, spiraling to it's end
At which there is, a little surprize
From the planet of Krypton, short suit MCs you'll be ripped on
You fell off and it's my lyric sheet you slipped on
Get gone, spit on mic's made in Hong Kong
Rock on, sing songs, |were| mightier than King King
or Donkey(kong), you think you want me or want this?
You want some? hold your reputation for ransom
With these here, handsomely crafted tactics
To break a snake and see like a cheap profilactic
Galactic, space now yeah that grabs attention
Crackheads nodded like a pest can't even mention
(This doesnt really make sense but i cant figure it out either)--->Right a pat traps gas tracks in sections
Kid says this? he'll need witness protection!
Try to see what I
Cant be seeing
I'll be here (2x)
Yo dig this,(dig this),yo it's the junkyard crooked letter C-I-entific
Duck us, the ruckus I'll bring stings your eardrum
Hear one, lalala loose |find| me fearsome
Opposing troops on my home front shall be gone
Testing the eight-hundred, eighteenth batallion
|Shall I go on? Crews| run like rebels
Enola gay rhymes kicked the notch up a level
In intesity, send back |attacks| that you sent to me
Blow up your spot with grenades that were meant for me
MP3 versus R33 MCs, |switch, change your gear| putting shrapnel in the breeze
We're MCs with enemy companies with my hand full of lyrics talking 'bout you want these?
Please! don't even speak the name of (Not "channels"....Tenants? Terrance? Parents? |who go| low gadget mic sh*t put it down like pens
For my friends and my fam let them dodge it around this mic shot through the back of an MCs |head|
With the strength |of he-man| a bridge you don't want that |closed bodies fill| fields in hand to hand combat
Battle cats, it's like the sectional speech warfare words flashing at cordicy
|Compete forwarding lyrical| shots get lit, don't question my intention when your butt gets kicked
Try to see what I
Cant be seeing
I'll be here
Tech broke itallic syllabalic attacks
Try to see what I
Cant be seeing
I'll be here
You |want MCs with these| lyrical back smacks!
<whispered> Go ahead! suit yourself!
Why wait, I shouldn't of told myself! (8x)
Try to see what I
Cant be seeing
I'll be here (2x)
I'll be here
Tech broke itallic syllabalic attacks
Try to see what I
Cant be seeing
I'll be here
You |want MCs with these| lyrical back smacks!
Some of the others have a number of errors too....but I dont feel like attempting those right now ;) :joe: