JUNIOR'S LAW - Skepta.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Skepta
[00:00.150] 作曲 : Skepta
[00:00.300][Part I]
[00:00.800]
[00:01.558][Intro]
[00:02.310]"Yo, ayo, ayy, ayy, ayy, Joyner
[00:05.590]It's time to go home, sir, it's over"
[00:08.478]"Nah, this shit ain't over, where's Skeppy at? I'm ready"
[00:12.521]"He been gone for a minute now"
[00:14.025]"What?"
[00:15.279]"You missed this shit"
[00:16.783]"Is you serious?"
[00:19.048]"Time to go home, sir"
[00:21.307]Haha, yeah
[00:22.579]
[00:23.079][Verse]
[00:23.580]You said that you'd been waiting for this (What?)
[00:25.337]Come on, tell me how long have you been waiting for this, huh?
[00:27.871]Since you and 6ix9ine were ****ing, doing foreplay wit' a snitch (Ugh, damn)
[00:30.889]Oh, you heard I whipped crack, you're tryna stay in the mix?
[00:33.149]You dick-sucker, you tried your luck (Punk)
[00:34.941]Your album coming out, you're dissing me to hype up the buzz
[00:37.196]I expose the ignorance, man, you're lying too much (Shoot)
[00:39.753]While you were laughing at my accent, I was lighting you up with mad bangers (Boom-boom!)
[00:43.015]I told him "Please shut the **** up"; I have manners
[00:45.522]Cosplaying gangster rappers
[00:46.775]You think your lyrics are sexy 'cause you switch 'em around and rap backwards? (Huh?)
[00:50.290]You cap rappers' wack rappers, I smack rappers (Boom-boom-boom!)
[00:52.549]It's war, Joyner, don't flop, you know that I ain't nice (Ugh)
[00:55.057]Catch him at the night show, now he's got stage fright
[00:57.363]You know what I spray like, clips loaded
[00:59.257]Hit him with cannons from the arsenal, he ain't seeing daylight (Ah, boom-boom!)
[01:02.019]I'll do it hands-free, no DNA
[01:04.066]I'll holler at my hitman, he can hit you from twenty feet away
[01:07.079]Well, it's a horror movie if he pulls out the shotty
[01:09.087]You ain't scaring anybody, man, this clash was a piece of cake
[01:11.647]You think you're seeing Skeppy today? I'm Nicholas Cage (Nah)
[01:14.163]Gone in sixty seconds, no Minute Maid (Nyoom)
[01:15.921]But I got the juice now, Joyner can't take the pain
[01:18.203]You lost your chances of ever being in D12, and I'll take the blame
[01:21.532]It's the fashion killer, think I need a pink Polo
[01:23.792]Dropped "Round 2" on your release date, oh no (Grrt)
[01:26.121]Took you another week to reply, you were so slow (Why?)
[01:28.631]Said you're pushing your album like "This ain't promo"
[01:30.888]Remember, this is all Drew's mad plan
[01:32.783]Think he need to get his head checked, need to get him a CAT scan (Grrt)
[01:35.813]'Cause he ain't Black Sam, and I never said
[01:37.965]That you're the Black Eminem, boy, I said you're the Black Stan
[01:38.967]
[01:40.063][Part II]
[01:40.110]
[01:40.613][Intro]
[01:41.892]Ha, joke, man
[01:43.904]Tried it
[01:51.558](They don't know it's a new day)
[01:53.127](They don't know he's on the top, boy, it's a soufflé)
[01:56.134](Better mind all your step, boy, you better know—)
[01:58.285](Meridian N17 don't take no chances)
[02:02.517](Haha, haha) Yeah
[02:03.268]
[02:04.017][Verse]
[02:05.022]You musta banged your head (Haha)
[02:06.834]I saw you went onto a podcast
[02:08.340]Told them you wished your dad was dead (Haha—)
[02:10.235]I can't lie, that's some madness, dread
[02:11.741]But it makes sense, I understand it now
[02:13.783]That's why you talk about mine, you're a clown
[02:15.286]How you're dissing my dad for holding the fam down? (Dickhead)
[02:17.295]Yours burnt out, he left you running around (Dark)
[02:19.298]From one personality to the next
[02:21.056]Might be Will Smith, might be a snitch (Huh?)
[02:22.972]Could be a racist man, might be Chappelle (Huh?)
[02:24.737]'Cause anyone else is better than being yourself
[02:26.484]I know storytelling's effective
[02:27.876]But I like your songs from your own perspective
[02:29.688]Like your song with Em when he came out the closet
[02:31.503]Do you, only fake niggas won't respect it
[02:33.532]I love exposing ignorance (Haha)
[02:35.037]As a child of immigrants, that's always been the plan
[02:37.295]I don't live on the Coast, I'm with the gang on the ends
[02:39.051]I'ma talk in slang you don't understand
[02:40.859]We don't make excuses when it comes to war
[02:42.615]I'm in the booth, I'm a birthday killer
[02:44.124]Your first name's Gary (Huh?)
[02:45.627]So you know we gotta put him in the grave like your surname's Glitter (Boom, burn him!)
[02:48.137]And don't leave your girl 'round me, that's foolish
[02:50.230]She always on time, and I thought that you knew this (Yeah)
[02:52.247]I don't rock with you or your music (Nah)
[02:54.002]What's love? **** that, I just shoot shit
[02:55.521]I've never been robbed, you bozo
[02:57.041]And I'm outside, see me walking dolo
[02:58.797]If a man ever tried to snatch my chain (What?)
[03:00.552]Leave him looking like the Joyner logo
[03:02.810]I didn't even need to discuss with the fans
[03:04.564]They can already see how many lies you've told
[03:06.570]City hasn't even heard of me since the nineties
[03:08.585]Joyner, I was nine years old (What?)
[03:10.092]All I had to do was post one tweet
[03:11.848]Now you and all of your guys' exposed
[03:13.607]You should say "Thank you", I saw the spike in your streams
[03:15.694]Let's talk about the highs and lows (Let's talk)
[03:17.456]I'm cooler than "Hammer Time"
[03:18.963]A traveller, pull up in the caravan
[03:20.217]If you left the country, might learn a lot
[03:22.111]When you spend a day in the UK wit' a gang
[03:23.867]Never raised in Jamaica, never fight a Nigerian
[03:25.534]Never ride your bike into a Turkish man (Huh?)
[03:27.539]Never rob an Albanian, never diss a Somali
[03:29.295]Never go bar for bar wit' an English man
[03:31.300]'Cause I got bars that could **** up your future
[03:33.055]It's a fistfight, I came wit' a bazooka
[03:34.819]All you can do now is watch me win
[03:36.578]You could never be headline, you Lollapalooza (Uh, uh, uh)
[03:38.333]Delusions of grandeur, you're lost in the sauce
[03:40.115]Get back in the real world, get off the computer
[03:42.369]Your father gave you all the gems
[03:43.623]Now you turn 'round saying you don't wanna be Junior?
[03:45.629]That's what's killing Black men (What?)
[03:46.882]You said your manager's from the ends, why does he talk like that then? (How?)
[03:49.391]When you said I wish I was American
[03:50.896]I was more confused than your manager's accent (Haha)
[03:53.153]Novelist dissed you, holler back then
[03:54.916]Chip, scorch or cruise duppy and smile and then
[03:56.870]Claim a damn life when it's time to attack them
[03:58.369]Best in the world, better mention the mandem (Nice)
[03:59.122]
[03:59.877][Outro]
[04:05.142]Back to the money
[04:08.064]It's over
[04:09.884]Point proven

文本歌词

作词 : Skepta
作曲 : Skepta

"Yo, ayo, ayy, ayy, ayy, Joyner
It's time to go home, sir, it's over"
"Nah, this shit ain't over, where's Skeppy at? I'm ready"
"He been gone for a minute now"
"What?"
"You missed this shit"
"Is you serious?"
"Time to go home, sir"
Haha, yeah

You said that you'd been waiting for this (What?)
Come on, tell me how long have you been waiting for this, huh?
Since you and 6ix9ine were ****ing, doing foreplay wit' a snitch (Ugh, damn)
Oh, you heard I whipped crack, you're tryna stay in the mix?
You dick-sucker, you tried your luck (Punk)
Your album coming out, you're dissing me to hype up the buzz
I expose the ignorance, man, you're lying too much (Shoot)
While you were laughing at my accent, I was lighting you up with mad bangers (Boom-boom!)
I told him "Please shut the **** up"; I have manners
Cosplaying gangster rappers
You think your lyrics are sexy 'cause you switch 'em around and rap backwards? (Huh?)
You cap rappers' wack rappers, I smack rappers (Boom-boom-boom!)
It's war, Joyner, don't flop, you know that I ain't nice (Ugh)
Catch him at the night show, now he's got stage fright
You know what I spray like, clips loaded
Hit him with cannons from the arsenal, he ain't seeing daylight (Ah, boom-boom!)
I'll do it hands-free, no DNA
I'll holler at my hitman, he can hit you from twenty feet away
Well, it's a horror movie if he pulls out the shotty
You ain't scaring anybody, man, this clash was a piece of cake
You think you're seeing Skeppy today? I'm Nicholas Cage (Nah)
Gone in sixty seconds, no Minute Maid (Nyoom)
But I got the juice now, Joyner can't take the pain
You lost your chances of ever being in D12, and I'll take the blame
It's the fashion killer, think I need a pink Polo
Dropped "Round 2" on your release date, oh no (Grrt)
Took you another week to reply, you were so slow (Why?)
Said you're pushing your album like "This ain't promo"
Remember, this is all Drew's mad plan
Think he need to get his head checked, need to get him a CAT scan (Grrt)
'Cause he ain't Black Sam, and I never said
That you're the Black Eminem, boy, I said you're the Black Stan


Ha, joke, man
Tried it
(They don't know it's a new day)
(They don't know he's on the top, boy, it's a soufflé)
(Better mind all your step, boy, you better know—)
(Meridian N17 don't take no chances)
(Haha, haha) Yeah

You musta banged your head (Haha)
I saw you went onto a podcast
Told them you wished your dad was dead (Haha—)
I can't lie, that's some madness, dread
But it makes sense, I understand it now
That's why you talk about mine, you're a clown
How you're dissing my dad for holding the fam down? (Dickhead)
Yours burnt out, he left you running around (Dark)
From one personality to the next
Might be Will Smith, might be a snitch (Huh?)
Could be a racist man, might be Chappelle (Huh?)
'Cause anyone else is better than being yourself
I know storytelling's effective
But I like your songs from your own perspective
Like your song with Em when he came out the closet
Do you, only fake niggas won't respect it
I love exposing ignorance (Haha)
As a child of immigrants, that's always been the plan
I don't live on the Coast, I'm with the gang on the ends
I'ma talk in slang you don't understand
We don't make excuses when it comes to war
I'm in the booth, I'm a birthday killer
Your first name's Gary (Huh?)
So you know we gotta put him in the grave like your surname's Glitter (Boom, burn him!)
And don't leave your girl 'round me, that's foolish
She always on time, and I thought that you knew this (Yeah)
I don't rock with you or your music (Nah)
What's love? **** that, I just shoot shit
I've never been robbed, you bozo
And I'm outside, see me walking dolo
If a man ever tried to snatch my chain (What?)
Leave him looking like the Joyner logo
I didn't even need to discuss with the fans
They can already see how many lies you've told
City hasn't even heard of me since the nineties
Joyner, I was nine years old (What?)
All I had to do was post one tweet
Now you and all of your guys' exposed
You should say "Thank you", I saw the spike in your streams
Let's talk about the highs and lows (Let's talk)
I'm cooler than "Hammer Time"
A traveller, pull up in the caravan
If you left the country, might learn a lot
When you spend a day in the UK wit' a gang
Never raised in Jamaica, never fight a Nigerian
Never ride your bike into a Turkish man (Huh?)
Never rob an Albanian, never diss a Somali
Never go bar for bar wit' an English man
'Cause I got bars that could **** up your future
It's a fistfight, I came wit' a bazooka
All you can do now is watch me win
You could never be headline, you Lollapalooza (Uh, uh, uh)
Delusions of grandeur, you're lost in the sauce
Get back in the real world, get off the computer
Your father gave you all the gems
Now you turn 'round saying you don't wanna be Junior?
That's what's killing Black men (What?)
You said your manager's from the ends, why does he talk like that then? (How?)
When you said I wish I was American
I was more confused than your manager's accent (Haha)
Novelist dissed you, holler back then
Chip, scorch or cruise duppy and smile and then
Claim a damn life when it's time to attack them
Best in the world, better mention the mandem (Nice)

Back to the money
It's over
Point proven