Lirik Lagu Ingredients To Time Travel - Artifacts
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
[sound of Keith Murray intro from Mary J. Blige 'What's the 411' tapewhich I could swear has been set to B.I.G.'s "Who Shot Ya" based onthe sound of the beat (Artifacts assure me that this is Mary J.Blige)]"My subliminals, mixed with criminal chemicalsGot more mily syllables than alphabet cereal..."*car door slams*Tame: I gots ta get this bag of bam ba zi, fuck this!"You know who the fuck I am so get off that old bullshucks!"--> Redman (scratched sample)"He ain't shit, you ain't shit, your momma ain't shit, daddy ain'tshit"--> Redman (scratched sample)[Tame One]If I had it my way, every wack MC would die FridayMakin Saturday a better daySunday wouldn't start your week off til MondayOne day tunes I wrote yesterday will be tomorrow's scriptures fortodayAt high noon, Boom Skwad Gods with knowledgeHoller at apostles, who squalor in despair, despisin those who followSwallowin pride like St. Ide's while you stare... take a drinkDon't think in a eyeblink I won't start my hijinksand hijack a flight [Yeah right, when?]Tomorrow night, cause off the record with the treble and the bassI chase my lyrics through the rap raceLast place is simply not an option in my caseWaste not want not because I front notThe Notty keeps his lyrical shotty cockedand locked up at your temple, over instrumentals("It's all in your mind") you No. 2 like the pencilThe Boom Skwadron, Godson, who got the Bop GunThe top gun, from the jump like DatsunI got one, candy-coated rote rhymes skits I shit on when I get onThen flip the scripts like I had Zips onIt's on like electrical, my symmetricalalphabetic keeps my competition ridin on my testicles("he ain't shit, you ain't shit, ain't nobody shit")You to the rescue, let me test youWho the best crew, most definitehas to be
