笨小笨Still Beats歌词由SKUNK演唱，出自专辑《Diamond Line》，下面是《Still Beats》完整版歌词！
Still Beats歌词完整版
I've been doing this for a minute and it sure is hell funny, I can't seem to stop, I guess I'm like the Jorah Cell Bunny. Guest promoters don't know what type of place to put me in, even the radio's confused of what category to put me in. Is it UK, hip hop, is it boom bap?
How come that high hats don't sound like trap? Am I too slow for the grime heads? Like what's the tempo? Just nod your head like the answer is yes, call my flow scores. You can call it Susan if you like, when you was too old was bruising a mic.
You could call it music, I guess I'm too white for the mobos. Not white enough for the Brits. How do you label this ish? Can we exist without a title? The beat goes bump, burrum, burrum, bump, then we put it on a vinyl. I've seen some come and I've seen some go.
You want politics to go watch the news, my bro, I go.
Oh, I got my mind made up
Cause my heart still beats to the sound of us
Oh, I got my mind made up
Cause my heart still beats to the sound of us
I say you got to be original, intelligent and lyrical, poetical Well please don't put me in your pigeonhole Y 'all man, why you sound so fake? Who me? The same reason you all sound like Drake Now name a tune that I did the same flow on twice I'm from Nottingham, where?
Oh don't go on nice Like Yassir Kainan, monopoly on human intelligence I'm off English, quarter Italian, quarter Ukrainian To other planets, I'm an ugly alien So they will never know if I'm Jewish or Arabian Plus I'm a Muslim all wrapped in one big fat rapper right here I'm Donald Trump's worst nightmare Came here to chill, grabbed the mic and get my flow on Bust some jokes with the people who catch the same bus I go on So you can put me in a box with a big red bow on Cause I go on
Oh, I got my mind made up
Cause my heart still beats to the sound of us
Oh, I got my mind made up
Cause my heart still beats to the sound of us
I guess I drank from the fountain of youth, I'm living proof. If you do what you love, then you love what you do. I used to run around in a crew, a little big headed youth, too big for his boots now I'm a loof. Unless we're talking about rap, my face lights up, I make my own little tunes, forget following trends.
I love talking about tracks, watch the place brighten up, making beats in my own little world. Zoom the lens, take a snapshot, I'm indestructible like a black box. Hats off but I got too many angles to match boss. Orthodox or unorthodox, whether you're Jimmina, Mouse, Alph or Don't talk a lot, the one that pinned me down or calculate my frequency.
I'm 20 ,000 miles of sea, your algebra's easy. You probably think I'm speaking gibberish, but I'm like Al Jabba, the scientist who you lyricists.
Oh, I got my mind made up
Cause my heart still beats to the sound of us
Oh, I got my mind made up
Cause my heart still beats to the sound of us
