November 30th, 1999 . . . no sunshine
Nearby somebody got shot
It's a stick up: that's why we got our hands in the air
Still demanding a share, refrigerators bare
Cause they wanna see trade get free and not fair
But we are not blind, we are not there
On the last day in November, swellin' in ranks
Went to chant down the mighty IMF and World Bank
Onward to Westlake to disrupt the entry
Walk along steady, riot squad ready
To protect every last dignitary's ass
But this started when they herded us like cattle in a fence
Protesters getting restless without an exit
They threatened to arrest us, we pushed back and then
A hail of rubber bullets hit teens and old men
Felt it burn in my eyes, nose and lips
They try to blame it on the anarchists, garbage
I was there, I'll tell you right now the pig started it
But they distort it in the news, talkin' bout stompin' down Nike town, wearin' their shoes
Nearby somebody got shot
It's a stick up: that's why we got our hands in the air
50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets
50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets
50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets
50,000 deep, 50,000 deep
Nearby somebody got shot
So take your shoes off for you come into my house
I had to duck out cause I knew I stuck out in the crowd after many years growing up Brown in this town
Now this is what democracy looks like, not what you all had in mind for tonight
Mr. Mayor, shellshocked for five days straight
Press conference, looking constipated and pale
Tossed a homie in jail, wasn't even protesting
Wrong place, wrong time, learned a quick lesson
But this is not a question what we did to deserve this
Rich kids went and got arrested on purpose
But was it worth it? My first inclination, globalization is the root of the pain
Made the reason that they left and the reason that we came
Catch my breath, blood pulsates my brain
And they call it a riot? Huh... I call it an uprising
And they call this a riot? But nah, I call it an uprising
And they call this a riot? Nah man, **** that, I'ma call it an uprising
50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:41.40]November 30th, 1999 . . . no sunshine
[00:50.70]Nearby somebody got shot
[00:55.29]It's a stick up: that's why we got our hands in the air
[00:57.75]Still demanding a share, refrigerators bare
[01:00.36]Cause they wanna see trade get free and not fair
[01:03.15]But we are not blind, we are not there
[01:07.80]On the last day in November, swellin' in ranks
[01:10.77]Went to chant down the mighty IMF and World Bank
[01:16.38]Onward to Westlake to disrupt the entry
[01:18.90]Walk along steady, riot squad ready
[01:21.24]To protect every last dignitary's ass
[01:23.61]But this started when they herded us like cattle in a fence
[01:26.76]Protesters getting restless without an exit
[01:29.31]They threatened to arrest us, we pushed back and then
[01:31.74]A hail of rubber bullets hit teens and old men
[01:37.38]Felt it burn in my eyes, nose and lips
[01:40.02]They try to blame it on the anarchists, garbage
[01:42.42]I was there, I'll tell you right now the pig started it
[01:45.15]But they distort it in the news, talkin' bout stompin' down Nike town, wearin' their shoes
[01:53.28]Nearby somebody got shot
[01:57.93]It's a stick up: that's why we got our hands in the air
[02:02.40]50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets
[02:07.53]50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets
[02:12.99]50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets
[02:18.03]50,000 deep, 50,000 deep
[02:35.04]Nearby somebody got shot
[02:38.94]So take your shoes off for you come into my house
[02:41.64]I had to duck out cause I knew I stuck out in the crowd after many years growing up Brown in this town
[02:47.46]Now this is what democracy looks like, not what you all had in mind for tonight
[02:52.53]Mr. Mayor, shellshocked for five days straight
[02:55.17]Press conference, looking constipated and pale
[02:57.72]Tossed a homie in jail, wasn't even protesting
[03:00.63]Wrong place, wrong time, learned a quick lesson
[03:03.18]But this is not a question what we did to deserve this
[03:05.88]Rich kids went and got arrested on purpose
[03:08.67]But was it worth it? My first inclination, globalization is the root of the pain
[03:13.32]Made the reason that they left and the reason that we came
[03:16.47]Catch my breath, blood pulsates my brain
[03:19.29]And they call it a riot? Huh... I call it an uprising
[03:24.48]And they call this a riot? But nah, I call it an uprising
[03:29.70]And they call this a riot? Nah man, **** that, I'ma call it an uprising
[03:35.91]50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets
📝 纯歌词版本
November 30th, 1999 . . . no sunshine
Nearby somebody got shot
It's a stick up: that's why we got our hands in the air
Still demanding a share, refrigerators bare
Cause they wanna see trade get free and not fair
But we are not blind, we are not there
On the last day in November, swellin' in ranks
Went to chant down the mighty IMF and World Bank
Onward to Westlake to disrupt the entry
Walk along steady, riot squad ready
To protect every last dignitary's ass
But this started when they herded us like cattle in a fence
Protesters getting restless without an exit
They threatened to arrest us, we pushed back and then
A hail of rubber bullets hit teens and old men
Felt it burn in my eyes, nose and lips
They try to blame it on the anarchists, garbage
I was there, I'll tell you right now the pig started it
But they distort it in the news, talkin' bout stompin' down Nike town, wearin' their shoes
Nearby somebody got shot
It's a stick up: that's why we got our hands in the air
50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets
50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets
50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets
50,000 deep, 50,000 deep
Nearby somebody got shot
So take your shoes off for you come into my house
I had to duck out cause I knew I stuck out in the crowd after many years growing up Brown in this town
Now this is what democracy looks like, not what you all had in mind for tonight
Mr. Mayor, shellshocked for five days straight
Press conference, looking constipated and pale
Tossed a homie in jail, wasn't even protesting
Wrong place, wrong time, learned a quick lesson
But this is not a question what we did to deserve this
Rich kids went and got arrested on purpose
But was it worth it? My first inclination, globalization is the root of the pain
Made the reason that they left and the reason that we came
Catch my breath, blood pulsates my brain
And they call it a riot? Huh... I call it an uprising
And they call this a riot? But nah, I call it an uprising
And they call this a riot? Nah man, **** that, I'ma call it an uprising
50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:41.40]November 30th, 1999 . . . no sunshine
[00:50.70]Nearby somebody got shot
[00:55.29]It's a stick up: that's why we got our hands in the air
[00:57.75]Still demanding a share, refrigerators bare
[01:00.36]Cause they wanna see trade get free and not fair
[01:03.15]But we are not blind, we are not there
[01:07.80]On the last day in November, swellin' in ranks
[01:10.77]Went to chant down the mighty IMF and World Bank
[01:16.38]Onward to Westlake to disrupt the entry
[01:18.90]Walk along steady, riot squad ready
[01:21.24]To protect every last dignitary's ass
[01:23.61]But this started when they herded us like cattle in a fence
[01:26.76]Protesters getting restless without an exit
[01:29.31]They threatened to arrest us, we pushed back and then
[01:31.74]A hail of rubber bullets hit teens and old men
[01:37.38]Felt it burn in my eyes, nose and lips
[01:40.02]They try to blame it on the anarchists, garbage
[01:42.42]I was there, I'll tell you right now the pig started it
[01:45.15]But they distort it in the news, talkin' bout stompin' down Nike town, wearin' their shoes
[01:53.28]Nearby somebody got shot
[01:57.93]It's a stick up: that's why we got our hands in the air
[02:02.40]50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets
[02:07.53]50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets
[02:12.99]50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets
[02:18.03]50,000 deep, 50,000 deep
[02:35.04]Nearby somebody got shot
[02:38.94]So take your shoes off for you come into my house
[02:41.64]I had to duck out cause I knew I stuck out in the crowd after many years growing up Brown in this town
[02:47.46]Now this is what democracy looks like, not what you all had in mind for tonight
[02:52.53]Mr. Mayor, shellshocked for five days straight
[02:55.17]Press conference, looking constipated and pale
[02:57.72]Tossed a homie in jail, wasn't even protesting
[03:00.63]Wrong place, wrong time, learned a quick lesson
[03:03.18]But this is not a question what we did to deserve this
[03:05.88]Rich kids went and got arrested on purpose
[03:08.67]But was it worth it? My first inclination, globalization is the root of the pain
[03:13.32]Made the reason that they left and the reason that we came
[03:16.47]Catch my breath, blood pulsates my brain
[03:19.29]And they call it a riot? Huh... I call it an uprising
[03:24.48]And they call this a riot? But nah, I call it an uprising
[03:29.70]And they call this a riot? Nah man, **** that, I'ma call it an uprising
[03:35.91]50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets
I draw words out of pens like swords out of sheathes
Upon the mic, immobilizing globe trotting colonizers
Stomping on the rights of the poor,
The dest...
I reach beneath the skin of the street with each step
Walking closer to my final destination of death
When I'm laying to rest I'm only saving my breat...
(Here we are)
(Here we are)
(Here we are)
Now from the longest to the shortest 24 in a year,
From the verses to the chorus you've been longing to hear...
*ooh* *ooh* *ahh* (yo)
I used to listen to BIG,
used to listen to Pac,
everybody chose sides but I didn't get caught,
there's no division in mind
if I...
And it begins like...
This, yo
Uh, and it begins where we left a brother chased after by death until he catches his breath
We embarked upon a long mar...
I reach beneath the skin of the street with each step
Walkin' closer to my final destination of death
When I'm layin' to rest, I'm only savin' my brea...
Order in my life working over-time nights
Holdin wires and mics under these lights, but besides that
Always find time to get love and give it right ba...
(The wind, the wind)
(Ha)
Sister sits on the steps
Cigarette rests on fingertips
Takes a sip of slow death deftly through her lips,
She blows a kiss
W...
(Always writing... always revising)
Shorty feels the pressure on his shoulders as he's liftin' it
Wonders why the elders always tell him not to questi...