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  • 作词 : Daumont, Davis, Meline ...
    (feat. El-P (Company Flow))
    Is there anyone close.. by.. who can listen to this?
    And who can see it.. plain as day
    Look how it FALLS down
    Falls down upon everybody!
    This is it
    [Lateef]
    Looking, over a city, that's gritty, and rather pretty
    A pity, it's hard to find, but inequity, cover
    Every itty bitty ****** diamond of jiggy
    They givin ??, up to woodsy
    Manipulatin they minds in the alleyways
    These dizzy and ******tty rats, the sizes of kitty-kats
    They cross paths when traffic subsides; somewhere
    Some brothers is overstandin on a hot black rooftop
    Freestylin for they GOT damn lives, the spirit, it gets live
    And answers the question why God blessed the Earth
    But, buildings block out the sky, and the children
    Are *******ualized, media-wise, brutalized by parents
    At the tender age of five, in front of they siblings wide-eyed
    Nah not surprised, just the real scene regularly
    Up in between the lies, try to put it together GET
    They pieces of the pie, hope they clever and tough
    Make it better before they die, plant the next seeds
    Somewhere in the South Bronx, or Patterson ??
    The baddest with sharp chomp, to splatter when mouths-off
    Retali' and swear he could damage em Dunn
    But that will shatter his Mom's faith
    In the art that she burns, herbs and candles of perm'
    It's hard to call it see cause times change and the world turn
    Some end up slangin ****, some end up strung out
    On coke and sherm, some party every night for the rest of they life
    And some learn, go corporate all professional rhetoric
    With sensational glory, let me tell you all one day
    That it is it ain't boring, and so hard to ignore it
    Cause any day in this fork, that they callin New York
    Based on nothin but currents, you can find yourself a failure
    Or a success story
    On the subway, at three in the mornin, huh
    Or on the corner, or up on a rooftop yawnin
    Meditatin upon it, lookin over a city that's gritty
    And rather pretty, a pity
    It's hard to find but inequity covers every itty bitty
    ****** diamond, the engine, of America, inchin
    Toward hysteria, pimpin, every fate
    [El-P]
    My friends are the faces you sit on, lickin a profit popsic'
    Where food is just a necessity between sitcom watchin
    Soak up quick image instead of black marks on papyrus
    Fabric logic, where true to dirt perps go incogninant
    Think of Soup Nazi, empatzi project hard copy
    Books will suffer Farenheits, quality of life flesh sliced
    Omega daylight quota, pop luck lottery info
    GigaPet rapist, internet pedophile disco
    Sensationalist function of truth, dirty ass fetish
    Glass bubble lo-cal profile, the year's fiscal
    Workin family, Social Jowe, boot camp
    Rehab group home kid, idolized cartoon missile
    Mostly, lonely, plant life
    Cement arena scream when you don't listen closely
    Switchblade amaze young gun Brooklyn blood transplant
    Immature Menendez fa******on
    Crystal Method lover, buy the bottle, jungle captive
    Where MC's got little ****s on teeth with fillings out like magnets
    Caught up in the dragnet, tri-felon
    Shoula packed a plastic handheld lead shark repellant
    I sense the tension building, since canvas killing
    K-9's roam trained our district
    Culture murder politic sadistic
    Policy ?? backtrack, caught up in a tune from rockin fat cap
    I told him it was art but just got laughed at
    Burner liquid concoction on hot celsius
    And kelpachlorics for the fatal facial, spray deface you
    Sooner than never, most lawless progress together
    **** the bull******t, I react to acid flux product definitive junk
    Brain rape train bottle burners or books, **** THAT!
    [Lyrics Born]
    Imagine this, Angeles, or San Francisco
    And everybody sandwiched in, can't stop here and ambulences
    Don't nobody ass-kiss, ain't practical bein passive
    In the city you ask so much ass and mo' asses
    It's a batch of latin girl, actin rappin off the spanish
    English quest, can't understand, as the languages clash
    And every ad is vandalism, the trash gets aneurysms
    It's delegates and panelists all representin they nationalism
    And the battle inches on, every section seperated
    By eth-nic features decorated veterans deliverin
    Les-sons to the younger people stoops that double as bleachers
    And I'm part, of an elite fleet, of MC's, and Truthspeakers
    I import, concrete beats, that just speak, when my moods flavor
    My peers I beg forgiveness, I just don't buy twelve inches
    Too many independents, they share the same resemblence
    Too hard to make decisions, I built up a resistance
    Like I'm fightin off a sickness plus they just don't hold my interest
    But, missionin out, to the indigineous birthplace
    The first day, I inched below the sur-face
    And found, inspiration, in surplus, in my, in-terpretation
    Of disturbed crazy world, of love, **** ******t, attemptin contemplation on
    Uniquely woven and continously flowin intricately sewn into
    The fabric of the nation New York City keep on mowin em down baby!
  • 作词 : Daumont, Davis, Meline ...
    (feat. El-P (Company Flow))
    Is there anyone close.. by.. who can listen to this?
    And who can see it.. plain as day
    Look how it FALLS down
    Falls down upon everybody!
    This is it
    [Lateef]
    Looking, over a city, that's gritty, and rather pretty
    A pity, it's hard to find, but inequity, cover
    Every itty bitty ****** diamond of jiggy
    They givin ??, up to woodsy
    Manipulatin they minds in the alleyways
    These dizzy and ******tty rats, the sizes of kitty-kats
    They cross paths when traffic subsides; somewhere
    Some brothers is overstandin on a hot black rooftop
    Freestylin for they GOT damn lives, the spirit, it gets live
    And answers the question why God blessed the Earth
    But, buildings block out the sky, and the children
    Are *******ualized, media-wise, brutalized by parents
    At the tender age of five, in front of they siblings wide-eyed
    Nah not surprised, just the real scene regularly
    Up in between the lies, try to put it together GET
    They pieces of the pie, hope they clever and tough
    Make it better before they die, plant the next seeds
    Somewhere in the South Bronx, or Patterson ??
    The baddest with sharp chomp, to splatter when mouths-off
    Retali' and swear he could damage em Dunn
    But that will shatter his Mom's faith
    In the art that she burns, herbs and candles of perm'
    It's hard to call it see cause times change and the world turn
    Some end up slangin ****, some end up strung out
    On coke and sherm, some party every night for the rest of they life
    And some learn, go corporate all professional rhetoric
    With sensational glory, let me tell you all one day
    That it is it ain't boring, and so hard to ignore it
    Cause any day in this fork, that they callin New York
    Based on nothin but currents, you can find yourself a failure
    Or a success story
    On the subway, at three in the mornin, huh
    Or on the corner, or up on a rooftop yawnin
    Meditatin upon it, lookin over a city that's gritty
    And rather pretty, a pity
    It's hard to find but inequity covers every itty bitty
    ****** diamond, the engine, of America, inchin
    Toward hysteria, pimpin, every fate
    [El-P]
    My friends are the faces you sit on, lickin a profit popsic'
    Where food is just a necessity between sitcom watchin
    Soak up quick image instead of black marks on papyrus
    Fabric logic, where true to dirt perps go incogninant
    Think of Soup Nazi, empatzi project hard copy
    Books will suffer Farenheits, quality of life flesh sliced
    Omega daylight quota, pop luck lottery info
    GigaPet rapist, internet pedophile disco
    Sensationalist function of truth, dirty ass fetish
    Glass bubble lo-cal profile, the year's fiscal
    Workin family, Social Jowe, boot camp
    Rehab group home kid, idolized cartoon missile
    Mostly, lonely, plant life
    Cement arena scream when you don't listen closely
    Switchblade amaze young gun Brooklyn blood transplant
    Immature Menendez fa******on
    Crystal Method lover, buy the bottle, jungle captive
    Where MC's got little ****s on teeth with fillings out like magnets
    Caught up in the dragnet, tri-felon
    Shoula packed a plastic handheld lead shark repellant
    I sense the tension building, since canvas killing
    K-9's roam trained our district
    Culture murder politic sadistic
    Policy ?? backtrack, caught up in a tune from rockin fat cap
    I told him it was art but just got laughed at
    Burner liquid concoction on hot celsius
    And kelpachlorics for the fatal facial, spray deface you
    Sooner than never, most lawless progress together
    **** the bull******t, I react to acid flux product definitive junk
    Brain rape train bottle burners or books, **** THAT!
    [Lyrics Born]
    Imagine this, Angeles, or San Francisco
    And everybody sandwiched in, can't stop here and ambulences
    Don't nobody ass-kiss, ain't practical bein passive
    In the city you ask so much ass and mo' asses
    It's a batch of latin girl, actin rappin off the spanish
    English quest, can't understand, as the languages clash
    And every ad is vandalism, the trash gets aneurysms
    It's delegates and panelists all representin they nationalism
    And the battle inches on, every section seperated
    By eth-nic features decorated veterans deliverin
    Les-sons to the younger people stoops that double as bleachers
    And I'm part, of an elite fleet, of MC's, and Truthspeakers
    I import, concrete beats, that just speak, when my moods flavor
    My peers I beg forgiveness, I just don't buy twelve inches
    Too many independents, they share the same resemblence
    Too hard to make decisions, I built up a resistance
    Like I'm fightin off a sickness plus they just don't hold my interest
    But, missionin out, to the indigineous birthplace
    The first day, I inched below the sur-face
    And found, inspiration, in surplus, in my, in-terpretation
    Of disturbed crazy world, of love, **** ******t, attemptin contemplation on
    Uniquely woven and continously flowin intricately sewn into
    The fabric of the nation New York City keep on mowin em down baby!