Tác giả : Sir Mix-A-Lot
Người đăng : administrator, 14 năm trước
{your silence is my trade} 
Lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade} 
Givin' mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade} 
Lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade} 
I'm givin' mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade} 
 
Here we go!  oh no, 
Another flow show from the young black dynamo 
Lockin' up jaws, mcs pause - 
No lyrical flaws 
Hush, when the boss is talkin' 
Lay down gats and get your weak knees walkin' 
You ain't allowed to speak 'cause you've reached your peak 
The elite don't get with the weak 
Shut up, 'cause i'm burnin' this cut up 
Boy, don't try to run up 
'cause i chop up crops 
A weak hip-hop boy tried to jock my spot and he flopped 
He went down to the concrete ground 
I'm a hound when i get down 
And i'm back, the mack with a lyrical knack 
To pack sacks and never pay tax 
And when i leave they diss me 
Knowin' they can never get with me 
But he who laughs last gets the most cash 
And lives the blast past of rap trash 
Gone!  left ya, son 
Gimme a call when you're done 
Your silence is my trade, shut up! 
{your silence is my trade} 
 
2x: 
Lockjaw!  (shut up!) {your silence is my trade} 
Givin' mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade} 
 
Run, run, run, your time is done, son 
Move out for the well-hung young one 
And i'm rackin' up stacks of greenbacks - 
Dead presidents, black! 
Peace to my fans and i love ya 
And i got yo' cover 
'cause i'm back to please 
And cool off the hot mcs 
'cause they're runnin' around like ants, tryin' to grab their pants 
That shit don't make you dance! 
What's this beat doin'? 
Leavin' your posse ruined 
Stuck my fist in his mouth 
Caught him on a whole shout 
No pity on the lyrically weak 
Face defeat, retreat, but don't speak 
'cause i ain't through, fool 
And you ain't true to the mix rules! 
You try to flow so you go for what you know 
But yo, bro, you ain't the flow pro 
(ohh!) i can't go slow 
Gotta grow 'cause i wanna get mo' dough 
Full blown, bad to the bone 
And known to get it on with a microphone, homes 
Leave my throne alone 
I've been to the low zone 
Your silence is my trade, shut up! 
{your silence is my trade} 
 
2x: 
Lockjaw!  (shut up!) {your silence is my trade} 
Givin' mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade} 
 
Come on, punish! 
Punish! 
 
 
Your host on the coast is known to boast 
And roast most that choose to get close 
Put 'em in a lyrical knot 
My spot: the #1 slot 
But i gotta have beats 
When i lyrically de-feat the weak that try to compete 
Get 'em up, if you wanna go head-up 
What up?  do as i instruct, black 
'cause my gat is jack-backed 
And lookin' at your baseball hat 
I rolled over that mess you stole 
And took control, and then broke the mold! 
Now here i stand, boss man 
The northwest tip is where i am 
And i'm runnin' this work like dope 
Shippin' it in planes, trains and boats 
Up the charts i go 
Steppin' on toes and throwin' low bolos 
My group is large, and hard 
No need for a bodyguard 
We flex, rippin' off mcs' necks 
Run 'em into critical's pecs 
Your silence is my trade, shut up! 
 
2x: 
Lockjaw!  {your silence is my trade} 
Givin' mcs lockjaw!	{your silence is my trade} 
 
Come on, punish! 
Punish 'em! 
Punish! 
Punish 'em! 
 
Lockjaw! 
Givin' mcs lockjaw! 
Lockjaw! 
Givin' mcs lockjaw! 
Lockjaw!  shhh