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作词 : Rory Allen Philip Ferreira |
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作曲 : Kenny Adam Segal/Michael Kamron Parvizi/Aaron K Carmack |
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Open the fukking pit, yeah |
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R.A.P. presidin', word |
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Verse 1 |
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A so called negro stood there, spitting |
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Ten thousand lines of poetry |
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In conclusion, if I'm younger, you still not as old as me |
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This ain't my first time, this ain't my first time |
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Brown seed, brown pores, like molasses bread |
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Slow breathin' through the scary shit |
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Neophyte gambler, blue light dancer |
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Aquarius, walkin' with my angels |
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No need to measure the obtuse angle |
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Clanger of loose bangles |
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Measurin' stars with the space between my fingers |
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Truth is power, speakin' only to the little flower stalk lingers |
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A warrior don't need to test their meddle, stay blessed |
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And then he kissed every petal |
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Empty make a better vessel, ya know what I mean? |
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And our color shall be green, as we tend to grow |
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Tend to matters of hope, tend to be tender |
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Gardener of letters, king hat pretender |
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Benevolence lender, no interest rate |
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Ruby yacht ain't met a crest we couldn't break |
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Needless to say, the cipher's secure |
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However, your processor need a reboot to update |
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(which, the boys in blue investigate) |
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Verse 2 |
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What's poppin', uh, cipher rotten |
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Newport smoked down to the cotton |
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It's simple mathematics, refracted madness |
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Wrote the rhyme with fridge magnets |
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Daydreamin' the whole lunch |
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Under an (Anita Low?) bowl cut |
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Eddie Jefferson singin', "so what?" |
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This is music for quitters and dropouts |
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This is music for the flophouse |
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"Gimme my props now", I say clanging my briefcase |
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Can you believe the nerve of these cheapskates? |
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Hogging sunlight and the technology behind photosynthesis |
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Let's measure rhythms in distances |
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The speed goes twenty-nine million miles before movin' |
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I think I'm improving, but who can say? |
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Since no point is fixed, more or less |
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I think my point is missed |
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I've decided to embrace what differentiates me from the anointed clique |
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Ruby yacht land ownership |
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Let's build a monument, and stand over it |
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Hand in hand, off-sides, odd pride |
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Like watching your kid's first tantrum |
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A relevant dataset |
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Lost alpha, now pay the bet |
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Beta, hepcat see ya later |
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(Walk up in the building like I'm sposed to be here) |
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But anyway |
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What did you have for lunch today? |
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I had some daydreams myself, |
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Mmm. Yes and after all that rough sledding, that heavy lifting, |
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A clear vista opened before me and a profound wave of understanding washed over me. |
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And, and you know, the blues, the blues will fade. |
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And the greens, the greens, they, they rush over you. |
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The lush beautiful green, filled everything from the periphery to the center |
