Another One to Get Jealous Of Songtext
von MC Shan
Another One to Get Jealous Of Songtext
Me and Marley Marl, we are resented, you know?
Because of the beats and the rhymes we invented
To cold diss another is a thing that we love
So here′s another one to get jealous of
Do it, Jah!
MCs that I battled, all the MCs I defeat
Now you say you took me out, now how that sound?
Do it, Jah!
Kazoo kazing, kazoo kazing
Kazoo kazing, bong bong a doom day
Kazoo kazing, kazoo kazing
Kazoo kazing, bong bong a doom day
Once I'm done putting heads to rest
I sit back and puff a spliff of buddha bless
Seeing days of old, where rhyme went gold
The music, it wasn′t recommended
I used to sit down and see, and tap out a beat
And went away feeling relief
But soon after, a rhyme is invented
When put together, it sound contented
And rhyming of it first
I tell you rhyming, yes, it of it first
Bong dong diddly diddly diddly
MCs, them like to bite the things you say
Others come along and bite the beats you play
You know that's cold, consider the diss in the world, you know?
I don't deal with no negativity and ting and ting
I′m the MC and I′m oh so cool
Jacuzzi in my crib, size of your pool
Sensibuzz for my midnight treat
Rug so plush you can't see your feet
If you come and visit, if you choose
It′s a must out the door that you leave your shoes
Don't obey and you′ll have to go
Some didn't listen till my gun went boom!
Gonna rock the house a little bit
Rub-a-dub
Michigan and Smiley, and the Yellowman
And MC Shan and Marley, you know?
The house is packed every place I play
But let me tell you about this jam one day
From the very first time I walked through the door
I see the people rub-a-dubbing on the floor
Played the wall, a man came past
Oh my god, him putting fire to glass
I dip, I bob, I weave, I shook
I hear you puff it one time and from there, you′re hooked
It make you sell your car, your house, your ring
Have you flying through the clouds and you don't have wings
He passed it to me, I said "No", he said "Why?"
My boy jumped up and said "I'll give it a try"
From the very first time he ignited the flame
My homeboy wasn′t acting the same
I tapped him on the shoulder and I said "Let′s go"
He looked at me and replied with "No"
I said "Fuck it", and left him there
The torch, the pipe, the base, the chair
I came back five days from then
To my surprise, I seen my friend
To let you know what this thing does
He was sitting in the very same spot he was
I walked over, "One more," he said
Pipe in hand, the man dropped dead
His head hit the table, the pipe hit the floor
But I bet you that the man won't base no more
Boom!
Kazoo kazing, kazoo kazing
Kazoo kazing, bong bong a doom day
Hey man, let me tell you, man
True story, now bloodclaat
Man fall with his head on the floor, man
He see his pipe, everyone cry out for the crumb and all
Go pick up him pipe and say "Fuck him, man"
And leave him on the floor just like he lay, you know?
Pick up the crumb and put it in the pipe
And fucking piss off the thing, man
Oh my god, bloodclaat
The man putting fire to the glass thing, man
I said "Scotty! Scotty! Where you at, Scotty?"
Where the transporter room, you know?
Beam me, beam me, beam me, blood!
Beam me, bloodclaat!
What did you just... huh?
Because of the beats and the rhymes we invented
To cold diss another is a thing that we love
So here′s another one to get jealous of
Do it, Jah!
MCs that I battled, all the MCs I defeat
Now you say you took me out, now how that sound?
Do it, Jah!
Kazoo kazing, kazoo kazing
Kazoo kazing, bong bong a doom day
Kazoo kazing, kazoo kazing
Kazoo kazing, bong bong a doom day
Once I'm done putting heads to rest
I sit back and puff a spliff of buddha bless
Seeing days of old, where rhyme went gold
The music, it wasn′t recommended
I used to sit down and see, and tap out a beat
And went away feeling relief
But soon after, a rhyme is invented
When put together, it sound contented
And rhyming of it first
I tell you rhyming, yes, it of it first
Bong dong diddly diddly diddly
MCs, them like to bite the things you say
Others come along and bite the beats you play
You know that's cold, consider the diss in the world, you know?
I don't deal with no negativity and ting and ting
I′m the MC and I′m oh so cool
Jacuzzi in my crib, size of your pool
Sensibuzz for my midnight treat
Rug so plush you can't see your feet
If you come and visit, if you choose
It′s a must out the door that you leave your shoes
Don't obey and you′ll have to go
Some didn't listen till my gun went boom!
Gonna rock the house a little bit
Rub-a-dub
Michigan and Smiley, and the Yellowman
And MC Shan and Marley, you know?
The house is packed every place I play
But let me tell you about this jam one day
From the very first time I walked through the door
I see the people rub-a-dubbing on the floor
Played the wall, a man came past
Oh my god, him putting fire to glass
I dip, I bob, I weave, I shook
I hear you puff it one time and from there, you′re hooked
It make you sell your car, your house, your ring
Have you flying through the clouds and you don't have wings
He passed it to me, I said "No", he said "Why?"
My boy jumped up and said "I'll give it a try"
From the very first time he ignited the flame
My homeboy wasn′t acting the same
I tapped him on the shoulder and I said "Let′s go"
He looked at me and replied with "No"
I said "Fuck it", and left him there
The torch, the pipe, the base, the chair
I came back five days from then
To my surprise, I seen my friend
To let you know what this thing does
He was sitting in the very same spot he was
I walked over, "One more," he said
Pipe in hand, the man dropped dead
His head hit the table, the pipe hit the floor
But I bet you that the man won't base no more
Boom!
Kazoo kazing, kazoo kazing
Kazoo kazing, bong bong a doom day
Hey man, let me tell you, man
True story, now bloodclaat
Man fall with his head on the floor, man
He see his pipe, everyone cry out for the crumb and all
Go pick up him pipe and say "Fuck him, man"
And leave him on the floor just like he lay, you know?
Pick up the crumb and put it in the pipe
And fucking piss off the thing, man
Oh my god, bloodclaat
The man putting fire to the glass thing, man
I said "Scotty! Scotty! Where you at, Scotty?"
Where the transporter room, you know?
Beam me, beam me, beam me, blood!
Beam me, bloodclaat!
What did you just... huh?
Writer(s): Marlon Williams, Shawn Moltke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com