作词 : C.Graham 作曲 : Nujabes Individual stars float in an ocean of God. Rocking A pinky ring of Saturn while I'm visiting Mars Egos bigger than Jupiter are breaking the bars Holding me back down to Earth through physical laws Touching the moon, grace as I ready resume Comets flying through space, bringing possible doom Blocking the Sun, bring a holocaust on the world I'm talking back to Father Time. Mother Earth is my girl I got the wings of angels walking down the valley of death Watching my step ‘cause The Devil's never one to respect Come correct on the studio track, taking it back To the pen and pad. I blast the original rap Brother on the b-boy tip. With Krylon spit I tag the charts with the graphical hits So who you ******* with? Arm, leg, leg to arm, head Snapping your neck back while you spit out a Pez I be the original son of a *****, hurting your wrist Cause you spinning my **** so much the needle skip Flip to the rhythm and reminisce. Remember The days of '94—hip hop was a gift (OK) Words out of her lips came straight from the heart Never prepackaged or bought for negative thought Peddled to consumers, magazines, and rumors Commercial spots turn real artists to looters Precise rap, rock and roll. *****, let’s do this I'll float through notes, break beats with my maneuvers Yo, regardless, while I be moving swiftly through darkness Plotting, charting my path, I'm running, cutting my losses Stumbling over unknown bumps and complications And tribulations of my life of revelations Yo, regardless, while I be moving swiftly through darkness Plotting, charting my path, I'm running, cutting my losses Stumbling over unknown bumps and complications And tribulations of my life of revelations Speaking to Scorpius making my heart turn to porcelain It used to have a steady beat. Now it’s easily broken Mind coasting, train of thought stopped emotions Welling at the core of my being, causing commotion Need to release ‘cause the stress’ll tear me to pieces My love ceases and my thoughts break into leases The height of my life, but the strife making me leave this I can't beat this, going to God to defeat this Will He help or do I have to do this myself? Alone and confused, the blues burden my health My eyes remain closed ‘cause my highs are lows I'm feeling the blows of rain ‘cause my pain is cold Now who am I? A man or pawn in life? Living day to day, I pray—am I wrong or right? Losing my mind, so maybe you can help me find The way to go so I can be leaving this pain behind Trying to sleep. "Sleep is the cousin of death" Said a wise man from Queensbridge on beats he blessed (Yeah) Trying to rest. Instead, I rest my head On a pillow of hardships—misery is the bed On my back, I lie. I can see the skies Through the glass ceiling, the reason tears drowning my eyes And I can't move. Grief won't let me think My soul is dry. I crawl just to take a drink I made you blink, think like invisible man With mechanical hands, trying to reach out to my fans Yo, regardless, while I be moving swiftly through darkness Plotting, charting my path, I'm running, cutting my losses Stumbling over unknown bumps and complications And tribulations of my life of revelations Yo, regardless, while I be moving swiftly through darkness Plotting, charting my path, I'm running, cutting my losses Stumbling over unknown bumps and complications And tribulations of my life of revelations Yo, viscosity of the hidden meaning between my words Thicken the plot—I got hidden rhythms and verse I'm loading a hearse. You biting like a Dracula curse I'm bringing the worst of hurt like a sermon in church Pertaining to you, hurts just to listen to truth So you'd rather listen to lies, so you're living to lose I'm beginning to win, young man mastering sin Battle within, looking at The Devil and grin I'm flipping the script, walking on a journey and trip On the gurney and missed at the fact that life is a ***** And I'm hating this ****, losing Blood, making me Crip The stakes is high—bet and I lost the grip Searching for bliss with the razor over my wrist Needing a job, but the drug test checking my piss I'm looking through a window and seeing Immaculate Conception Reborn, piercing my core with seven swords A knight in a war, looking to the eyes of the lord Calculating, want more, seeing the signs of heaven nevermore The last matador riding a pale horse Losing my course, splitting the hairs, causing divorce Marriage unborn, I havoc in song, I stumbled upon Lost jewels of thought thought to be gone Lost forever, I sever ************* with letters Written in script, forward to the rap that I rip From the top of the lip, make a drink, taking a sip Then I'm gulping the ****, falling deeper in the abyss
[00:00.000] 作词 : C.Graham [00:01.000] 作曲 : Nujabes [00:09.72]Individual stars float in an ocean of God. [00:12.11]Rocking A pinky ring of Saturn while I'm visiting Mars [00:14.60]Egos bigger than Jupiter are breaking the bars [00:16.89]Holding me back down to Earth through physical laws [00:19.34]Touching the moon, grace as I ready resume [00:21.72]Comets flying through space, bringing possible doom [00:24.01]Blocking the Sun, bring a holocaust on the world [00:26.30]I'm talking back to Father Time. Mother Earth is my girl [00:28.69]I got the wings of angels walking down the valley of death [00:31.04]Watching my step ‘cause The Devil's never one to respect [00:33.58]Come correct on the studio track, taking it back [00:36.07]To the pen and pad. I blast the original rap [00:38.41]Brother on the b-boy tip. With Krylon spit [00:40.79]I tag the charts with the graphical hits [00:42.94]So who you ******* with? Arm, leg, leg to arm, head [00:45.48]Snapping your neck back while you spit out a Pez [00:47.62]I be the original son of a *****, hurting your wrist [00:50.11]Cause you spinning my **** so much the needle skip [00:52.75]Flip to the rhythm and reminisce. [00:54.64]Remember The days of '94—hip hop was a gift (OK) [00:57.38]Words out of her lips came straight from the heart [00:59.33]Never prepackaged or bought for negative thought [01:02.06]Peddled to consumers, magazines, and rumors [01:04.95]Commercial spots turn real artists to looters [01:06.94]Precise rap, rock and roll. *****, let’s do this [01:09.13]I'll float through notes, break beats with my maneuvers [01:11.43]Yo, regardless, while I be moving swiftly through darkness [01:13.82]Plotting, charting my path, I'm running, cutting my losses [01:16.11]Stumbling over unknown bumps and complications [01:18.55]And tribulations of my life of revelations [01:20.74]Yo, regardless, while I be moving swiftly through darkness [01:23.14]Plotting, charting my path, I'm running, cutting my losses [01:25.52]Stumbling over unknown bumps and complications [01:28.26]And tribulations of my life of revelations [01:30.35]Speaking to Scorpius making my heart turn to porcelain [01:32.90]It used to have a steady beat. Now it’s easily broken [01:35.04]Mind coasting, train of thought stopped emotions [01:37.48]Welling at the core of my being, causing commotion [01:39.77]Need to release ‘cause the stress’ll tear me to pieces [01:42.07]My love ceases and my thoughts break into leases [01:44.45]The height of my life, but the strife making me leave this [01:46.94]I can't beat this, going to God to defeat this [01:49.69]Will He help or do I have to do this myself? [01:51.83]Alone and confused, the blues burden my health [01:54.07]My eyes remain closed ‘cause my highs are lows [01:56.27]I'm feeling the blows of rain ‘cause my pain is cold [01:58.61]Now who am I? A man or pawn in life? [02:00.91]Living day to day, I pray—am I wrong or right? [02:03.69]Losing my mind, so maybe you can help me find [02:05.83]The way to go so I can be leaving this pain behind [02:08.17]Trying to sleep. "Sleep is the cousin of death" [02:10.42]Said a wise man from Queensbridge on beats he blessed (Yeah) [02:13.36]Trying to rest. Instead, I rest my head [02:14.80]On a pillow of hardships—misery is the bed [02:17.75]On my back, I lie. I can see the skies [02:19.99]Through the glass ceiling, the reason tears drowning my eyes [02:22.23]And I can't move. Grief won't let me think [02:24.33]My soul is dry. I crawl just to take a drink [02:26.91]I made you blink, think like invisible man [02:29.31]With mechanical hands, trying to reach out to my fans [02:31.80]Yo, regardless, while I be moving swiftly through darkness [02:34.19]Plotting, charting my path, I'm running, cutting my losses [02:36.54]Stumbling over unknown bumps and complications [02:38.58]And tribulations of my life of revelations [02:41.27]Yo, regardless, while I be moving swiftly through darkness [02:43.71]Plotting, charting my path, I'm running, cutting my losses [02:46.04]Stumbling over unknown bumps and complications [02:48.34]And tribulations of my life of revelations [02:50.88]Yo, viscosity of the hidden meaning between my words [02:53.07]Thicken the plot—I got hidden rhythms and verse [02:55.41]I'm loading a hearse. You biting like a Dracula curse [02:57.80]I'm bringing the worst of hurt like a sermon in church [03:00.15]Pertaining to you, hurts just to listen to truth [03:02.79]So you'd rather listen to lies, so you're living to lose [03:04.78]I'm beginning to win, young man mastering sin [03:07.26]Battle within, looking at The Devil and grin [03:09.56]I'm flipping the script, walking on a journey and trip [03:11.90]On the gurney and missed at the fact that life is a ***** [03:14.10]And I'm hating this ****, losing Blood, making me Crip [03:16.59]The stakes is high—bet and I lost the grip [03:19.13]Searching for bliss with the razor over my wrist [03:21.27]Needing a job, but the drug test checking my piss [03:23.52]I'm looking through a window and seeing Immaculate Conception [03:27.73]Reborn, piercing my core with seven swords [03:28.69]A knight in a war, looking to the eyes of the lord [03:30.74]Calculating, want more, seeing the signs of heaven nevermore [03:33.68]The last matador riding a pale horse [03:36.32]Losing my course, splitting the hairs, causing divorce [03:38.16]Marriage unborn, I havoc in song, I stumbled upon [03:40.70]Lost jewels of thought thought to be gone [03:42.69]Lost forever, I sever ************* with letters [03:45.14]Written in script, forward to the rap that I rip [03:47.33]From the top of the lip, make a drink, taking a sip [03:49.67]Then I'm gulping the ****, falling deeper in the abyss
