Text 地球の歩き方 (How to Walk in This World) [Vocal]

Lyrics

E.G.G.MAN ft. Mr. Voodoo, Kriminul, and HAB I SCREAM - "Text 地球の歩き方 (How to Walk in This World)" [Emcee(s): E.G.G.MAN, Mr. Voodoo, Kriminul, and HAB I SCREAM] [Producer(s): DJ Celory (AKA Mr.Beats)] [Verse 1: E.G.G.MAN] [?] [Interlude 1: E.G.G.MAN and Mr. Voodoo] E.G.G.MAN: Yo, Mr. Voodoo Mr. Voodoo: Dropping it for the Japanese connection E.G.G.MAN: [?] Mr. Voodoo: We're gonna do it like this E.G.G.MAN: Yeah [Verse 2: Mr. Voodoo] M.V.—semicolon—slaughter when he flowing Semi-spoken words to leave the enemies swollen Vocabulary glows like scary shows of Wes Craven Y'all claim y'all players but you just a ho's rest haven When I hold the flame, your soul'll caress Satan, your fate is sealed My mouth will open up like Heaven's gates of steel, but plates I steal Shake 'em real like the San Andreas, fam, players that warm The benching couldn't see Voo played/s'il vous plait if I was a Frenchman. Fuck The player's war. I'd rather go to the hustler's convention, touch Blasters, twist you a Dutch Master. Did I mention? I distort the word like a corrupt pastor when I spark and gesture Well-structured like Egyptian architecture, the heart- -tester who caught evil thoughts like a ho. I'm trying To sport, contort niggas that come/cum short like a two-minute rub-up Life's a bitch that stay vexed at brothers, rappers blubber Kid, I ain't feeling it like I'm fucking with latex rubbers [Bridge: Kriminul and (Mr. Voodoo)] Yo, J-I-Gs in connection (One time, and we're out) Overseas. Peace to Japanese Konichiwa, get your head rocked (Ha) Check it out. Yo (One, two, three) [Verse 3: Kriminul] See us cats, we lust at, stand with them hard kicks My man put it down, now Krim' ready to start shit Abominate, apply the pressure you can't alleviate Be the state you be your best at before we regulate Let's get it straight like rigor mortis. These facts I drop And raps be hard like backs on a tortoise. Y'all niggas Don't want like HIV sticks, I see it's how My native tongue is patois speech, Jamaican western, now you Testify, we keep you clapping like church sermons, stay High like treble off scotch and 'nough shots of bourbon Observing these lyricists nowadays. When my Shower sprays [?] is how these cowards stay My power-play is sick metaphors that make sense/cents like Dimes and nickels, it's easy 'cause, son, it's bound to hit you And split you like a divorce, I pivot with force Like tornados plus heat spots like Barbados—what? [Interlude 2: Kriminul] It's like that, J-I-Gs put it down [Verse 4: HAB I SCREAM] [?]