作曲:Adrian Wood
作词:Terence George Freeman,Alexander Lloyd Moriarity
Rich now, we'll put some money on your grave
Have his family, wear his t—shirt with his name
Since trumpet office, it ain't never been the same
Closed doors, bullets rearrange your mind frame
No PlayStation, but Cali play them games
Street Scholar, Deep Harbor where the sharks swim
Park Bench Parliament, dark tint, star dim
Cold wind, crumb grin, low with the waistline
Heartbeat, bassline, echoes like a drumline
Block hot, stopwatch, ticking on the short fuse
Wrong move, front page printed with the sore truth
Dice roll, life old quicker than a bad hand
Flash of the steel, make a calm man a mad man
Boom, baffled, space trap face, slap the pavement
808 is quick while the snares crack statements
Corner store forms more than spoken in whispers
Gold chain glimmer while the tensions grow thicker
Brain dangerous, language paint in the theater
Small talk turn walls into relievers
Lay in the jungle where the humble gets eight
One slip of the tongue, that's fatality fate