Lirik Lagu Whatever - Jeru The Damaja
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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.
Intro
Ayo...(what's up?)...there's a lotta motherfuckers out herewith a style similar to mine nowadays you know what I mean?(For reals) Be tryin' to like...they infiltrated the campand now they they wanna take the style and claim it for theyowns ya know? (That's how you feel?) But I'mma blow'em up'cause it's just like whatever you know what I'm sayin'? (Whatever)
First Verse
It's too strategical and mathematicalI rotate so fast that I appear invisibleI keep it chemical, but never subliminalThe force centrifugal and spiritualYou got static? Get grounded, 'cause I've mastered electricalMostly mental, but don't sleep on the physicalIgnorance got'em chatterin', one even said I was a son to himStill my LP is fatter thanhis or yours, took a two-year pauseNow that I'm back on the set my foes drop like hoe's drawersin a brothel, only dealin' with what's logicalApplied science left MC's penetrableThe leader's stroke is apocalypticHostile like Arabics in Israel with automaticsAnd if you want it, the Monks can make it hecticSet it off, fire burn up Jack Frost and Santa ClausWhatever you want to do, make it cleverWhatever, whatever, whatever
[Primo Scratching]
(Unknown): "And to all y'all crews...whatever"
Second Verse
Bound to blow up, but never disintegratin'The ultimate MC equationFerromagnetic, ask my pops, it's geneticThat's why I'm a weedhead and not an alcoholicCall it whatever you want to call itDevils just know that it's some form of arithmeticHieroglyphic, 'c
Ayo...(what's up?)...there's a lotta motherfuckers out herewith a style similar to mine nowadays you know what I mean?(For reals) Be tryin' to like...they infiltrated the campand now they they wanna take the style and claim it for theyowns ya know? (That's how you feel?) But I'mma blow'em up'cause it's just like whatever you know what I'm sayin'? (Whatever)
First Verse
It's too strategical and mathematicalI rotate so fast that I appear invisibleI keep it chemical, but never subliminalThe force centrifugal and spiritualYou got static? Get grounded, 'cause I've mastered electricalMostly mental, but don't sleep on the physicalIgnorance got'em chatterin', one even said I was a son to himStill my LP is fatter thanhis or yours, took a two-year pauseNow that I'm back on the set my foes drop like hoe's drawersin a brothel, only dealin' with what's logicalApplied science left MC's penetrableThe leader's stroke is apocalypticHostile like Arabics in Israel with automaticsAnd if you want it, the Monks can make it hecticSet it off, fire burn up Jack Frost and Santa ClausWhatever you want to do, make it cleverWhatever, whatever, whatever
[Primo Scratching]
(Unknown): "And to all y'all crews...whatever"
Second Verse
Bound to blow up, but never disintegratin'The ultimate MC equationFerromagnetic, ask my pops, it's geneticThat's why I'm a weedhead and not an alcoholicCall it whatever you want to call itDevils just know that it's some form of arithmeticHieroglyphic, 'c
