Karaoké Rhymes Like Dimes - MF Doom & DJ Cucumber Slice

Cet enregistrement est une reprise de Rhymes Like Dimes rendu célèbre par MF Doom
feat. DJ Cucumber Slice

Formats inclus :

CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
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Le format CDG (également appelé CD+G ou MP3+G) est compatible avec la majorité des machines karaoké. Il comprend un fichier MP3 ainsi que la synchronisation des paroles (Version Karaoké ne vend pas de CD, mais uniquement les fichiers numériques).

Ce format est reconnu par la majorité des appareils (Windows, Mac, iPhone, iPad, Android, TV Connectées...)

Ce format est compatible avec le lecteur de karaoké KaraFun Windows Player. Il permet d'ajouter ou retirer les choeurs, le guide vocal, changer le tempo, la tonalité...

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À propos

Avec choeurs (au choix dans la version KFN)

Tempo identique à l'original : 100 BPM

Tonalité identique à l'original : Sol

Durée : 04:22 - Extrait à : 03:05

EXPLICIT LYRICS

Date de sortie : 1999
Styles : Rap & Hip-Hop, En anglais
Auteur-Compositeur : MF DOOM

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Paroles Rhymes Like Dimes

Ayo, yo, y'all can't stand right here
In his right hand was your man's worst nightmare
Loud enough to burst his right eardrum, close-range
The game is not only dangerous but it's most strange
I sell rhymes like dimes
The one who mostly keep cash but brag about the broker times
Joking rhymes, like the
Is you just happy to see me, trick
Classical slapstick rappers need Chapstick
A lot of 'em sound like they in a talent show
So I give 'em something to remember like the Alamo
Tally-ho, a high Joker like a Spades game
Came back from five years laying and stayed the same
Saying, electromagnetic field it blocks all logic, Spock
And G-Shocks her biological clock
When I hit it, slid into the shitter thought I killed her goose
Her Power U's was pure
Brita water filter juice
Keep a pen like a fiend keep a pipe with him
Gentleman who lent a pen to a friend who write with him
Never seen the shit again but he's still my dunny
Only thing that come between us is krill and money
I sell rhymes like dimes
The one who mostly keep cash but brag about the broker times
Better rhymes make for better songs, it matters not
If you got a lot of what it takes just to get along
Surrender now or suffer serious setbacks
Got getback, connects wetback, get stacks
Even if you gots to get jet-black, head to toe to get the dough battle for bottles of Mo' or 'dro
This fly flow take practice like Tae Bo with Billy Blanks
Oh, you're too kind
Really, thanks
To the gone and lost forever like, Oh My Darling Clementine
He hold his heart when he telling rhyme
When it's his time, I hope his soul go to Heaven
He nasty like the old time Old Number Seven
You still taste it when you chase it with the Coca-Cola
Make 'em wish they could erase it out the Motorola
I told her
No credit for a bag
If you want what they got then go get it, it's all gack
Only in America could you find a way to earn a healthy buck
And still keep your attitude on self-destruct
I sell rhymes like dimes
The one who mostly keep cash but tell about the broker times
Joking rhymes, like the
Is you just happy to see me, trick
Classical slapstick rappers need Chapstick
A lot of 'em sound like they in a talent show
So I give 'em something to remember like the Alamo
Tally-ho, a high Joker like a Spades game
Came back from five years laying and stayed the same
Saying, electromagnetic field it blocks all logical, Spock
And G-Shocks her biological clock
When I hit it, slid into the shitter thought I killed her goose
Her Power U's was pure
Brita water filter juice
Keep a pen like a fiend keep a pipe with him
Gentleman who lent a pen to a friend who write with him
Never seen the shit again but he's still my dunny
Only thing that come between us is krill and money
Who sell rhymes like dimes
The one who mostly keep cash but tell about the broker times
Check it out, y'all
Ya don't stop
Keep on, to the sure shot
Huh-ha
What the deal, God
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah yeah yeah
You're listening to the buttery slickness
The Land-O-Lakes from my man MF DOOM
Ha ha ha ha
Yeah, yeah
Rock-shocking the house, damn with another nugget
But uh eeh ah uh eh
Ah, eh, fo, ah, oh
Ooh wee
Yeah, yeah
Regulation status
Right here fondle 'Em Recordings
Nineteen ninety-nine
Yeah
Now what are you 'posed to say on the end of records
I don't know
Yeah
Woo
Yeah
Mashed potatoes
Apple sauce
Buttery biscuits
And I get lost
A yes, yes, yes, yes y'all
You don't stop
Keep on to the break-a-dawn
Say what
Uh, yeah
You thought it all was over
You thought the song was over
Ah
We tricked you
We tricked you
Huh ha ha ha ha
Woo
You listening to www dot hairline dot com
MF DOOM
Kool Bob Love

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