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 destitute I testify will rise in the matter of a lifetime
When hips start slitherin' to bass line rhythm
Make the wallflower blossom
Make me feel anonymous and conscious at the same time
independent from the ******** of a major
Remember Monday evening in the record stores at 12?
Either savin' up allowance or your minimum wage
For eight dollars, one tape man, you listen for days
I'm missin' the days, freewheelin' mean-muggin' rivals,
For no good reason
Just being adolescents and breathing, but we've been
So far from Eden that this paradise is hard to believe in
I'm leavin'
I'm leaving
I'm leaving
To find myself clinging to the edge of a notebook page, writin for days
I'm leaving
YO I'm going home to atone for abandonin my native tongue grown
From the soil of my soul that I'll toil till I'm old
Passin the torch like the mic that I hold
Plowin' in the field allowin' little time to rest
Fly by night daytime I'm chillin' in my nest
Where memory is sendin' me
An astral projection to way back then
Mark'll make your mom bark "Turn down the radio,"
complainin about the cursewords
Times absurd, the lines got blurred, another kid got served
And the whole house party bore witness to the occasion
Thus started growing my early reputation
Early 90 second generation fat basses
Used to get hip bruises breakin' in the basement
Mixed tape makin' was an art that we've forsaken
And the hardest thing to do was cue the tape
I'm waiting on a Sunday night listening to nastiness, payin the dues
When KEXP was KCMU, true, I'm missin' the days
freewheelin' mean-muggin' rivals,
For no good reason
Just being adolescents and breathing, but we've been
So far from Eden that this paradise is hard to believe in
I'm leaving
I'm leaving
To find myself clinging to the edge of a notebook page, writin' for days
I'm leaving
AYE-YO I'm going home to atone for abandonin' my native tongue grown
From the soil of my soul that I'll toil till I'm old
Passin the torch like the mic that I hold
The horticulture's in the pipe
So torch it with the light unfortunately
it'll be gone, but not tonight (4x)
I'm leaving
I'm leaving
To find myself clinging to the edge of a notebook page, writin' for days
I'm leaving
AYE-YO I'm going home to atone for abandonin' my native tongue grown
From the soil of my soul that I'll toil till I'm old
Passin' the torch like the mic that I hold
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:10.11]I draw words out of pens like swords out of sheathes
[00:15.48]Upon the mic, immobilizing globe trotting colonizers
[00:18.51]Stomping on the rights of the poor,
[00:20.25]The destitute I testify will rise in the matter of a lifetime
[00:26.01]When hips start slitherin' to bass line rhythm
[00:28.53]Make the wallflower blossom
[00:30.15]Make me feel anonymous and conscious at the same time
[00:39.72]independent from the ******** of a major
[00:41.76]Remember Monday evening in the record stores at 12?
[00:46.89]Either savin' up allowance or your minimum wage
[00:49.32]For eight dollars, one tape man, you listen for days
[00:51.96]I'm missin' the days, freewheelin' mean-muggin' rivals,
[00:54.78]For no good reason
[00:55.95]Just being adolescents and breathing, but we've been
[00:58.83]So far from Eden that this paradise is hard to believe in
[01:02.04]I'm leavin'
[01:02.58]I'm leaving
[01:09.03]I'm leaving
[01:09.24]To find myself clinging to the edge of a notebook page, writin for days
[01:13.14]I'm leaving
[01:13.41]YO I'm going home to atone for abandonin my native tongue grown
[01:18.18]From the soil of my soul that I'll toil till I'm old
[01:21.09]Passin the torch like the mic that I hold
[01:23.79]Plowin' in the field allowin' little time to rest
[01:26.19]Fly by night daytime I'm chillin' in my nest
[01:28.59]Where memory is sendin' me
[01:30.18]An astral projection to way back then
[01:36.78]Mark'll make your mom bark "Turn down the radio,"
[01:39.24]complainin about the cursewords
[01:40.71]Times absurd, the lines got blurred, another kid got served
[01:44.37]And the whole house party bore witness to the occasion
[01:47.16]Thus started growing my early reputation
[01:49.86]Early 90 second generation fat basses
[01:52.38]Used to get hip bruises breakin' in the basement
[01:55.02]Mixed tape makin' was an art that we've forsaken
[01:57.42]And the hardest thing to do was cue the tape
[01:59.49]I'm waiting on a Sunday night listening to nastiness, payin the dues
[02:03.12]When KEXP was KCMU, true, I'm missin' the days
[02:06.54]freewheelin' mean-muggin' rivals,
[02:08.55]For no good reason
[02:09.75]Just being adolescents and breathing, but we've been
[02:12.60]So far from Eden that this paradise is hard to believe in
[02:17.01]I'm leaving
[02:22.20]I'm leaving
[02:22.41]To find myself clinging to the edge of a notebook page, writin' for days
[02:26.34]I'm leaving
[02:26.55]AYE-YO I'm going home to atone for abandonin' my native tongue grown
[02:31.29]From the soil of my soul that I'll toil till I'm old
[02:34.23]Passin the torch like the mic that I hold
[02:36.54]The horticulture's in the pipe
[02:37.95]So torch it with the light unfortunately
[02:40.17]it'll be gone, but not tonight (4x)
[02:58.77]I'm leaving
[03:02.79]I'm leaving
[03:04.02]To find myself clinging to the edge of a notebook page, writin' for days
[03:08.67]I'm leaving
[03:09.03]AYE-YO I'm going home to atone for abandonin' my native tongue grown
[03:13.08]From the soil of my soul that I'll toil till I'm old
[03:16.02]Passin' the torch like the mic that I hold
📝 纯歌词版本
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 destitute I testify will rise in the matter of a lifetime
When hips start slitherin' to bass line rhythm
Make the wallflower blossom
Make me feel anonymous and conscious at the same time
independent from the ******** of a major
Remember Monday evening in the record stores at 12?
Either savin' up allowance or your minimum wage
For eight dollars, one tape man, you listen for days
I'm missin' the days, freewheelin' mean-muggin' rivals,
For no good reason
Just being adolescents and breathing, but we've been
So far from Eden that this paradise is hard to believe in
I'm leavin'
I'm leaving
I'm leaving
To find myself clinging to the edge of a notebook page, writin for days
I'm leaving
YO I'm going home to atone for abandonin my native tongue grown
From the soil of my soul that I'll toil till I'm old
Passin the torch like the mic that I hold
Plowin' in the field allowin' little time to rest
Fly by night daytime I'm chillin' in my nest
Where memory is sendin' me
An astral projection to way back then
Mark'll make your mom bark "Turn down the radio,"
complainin about the cursewords
Times absurd, the lines got blurred, another kid got served
And the whole house party bore witness to the occasion
Thus started growing my early reputation
Early 90 second generation fat basses
Used to get hip bruises breakin' in the basement
Mixed tape makin' was an art that we've forsaken
And the hardest thing to do was cue the tape
I'm waiting on a Sunday night listening to nastiness, payin the dues
When KEXP was KCMU, true, I'm missin' the days
freewheelin' mean-muggin' rivals,
For no good reason
Just being adolescents and breathing, but we've been
So far from Eden that this paradise is hard to believe in
I'm leaving
I'm leaving
To find myself clinging to the edge of a notebook page, writin' for days
I'm leaving
AYE-YO I'm going home to atone for abandonin' my native tongue grown
From the soil of my soul that I'll toil till I'm old
Passin the torch like the mic that I hold
The horticulture's in the pipe
So torch it with the light unfortunately
it'll be gone, but not tonight (4x)
I'm leaving
I'm leaving
To find myself clinging to the edge of a notebook page, writin' for days
I'm leaving
AYE-YO I'm going home to atone for abandonin' my native tongue grown
From the soil of my soul that I'll toil till I'm old
Passin' the torch like the mic that I hold
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:10.11]I draw words out of pens like swords out of sheathes
[00:15.48]Upon the mic, immobilizing globe trotting colonizers
[00:18.51]Stomping on the rights of the poor,
[00:20.25]The destitute I testify will rise in the matter of a lifetime
[00:26.01]When hips start slitherin' to bass line rhythm
[00:28.53]Make the wallflower blossom
[00:30.15]Make me feel anonymous and conscious at the same time
[00:39.72]independent from the ******** of a major
[00:41.76]Remember Monday evening in the record stores at 12?
[00:46.89]Either savin' up allowance or your minimum wage
[00:49.32]For eight dollars, one tape man, you listen for days
[00:51.96]I'm missin' the days, freewheelin' mean-muggin' rivals,
[00:54.78]For no good reason
[00:55.95]Just being adolescents and breathing, but we've been
[00:58.83]So far from Eden that this paradise is hard to believe in
[01:02.04]I'm leavin'
[01:02.58]I'm leaving
[01:09.03]I'm leaving
[01:09.24]To find myself clinging to the edge of a notebook page, writin for days
[01:13.14]I'm leaving
[01:13.41]YO I'm going home to atone for abandonin my native tongue grown
[01:18.18]From the soil of my soul that I'll toil till I'm old
[01:21.09]Passin the torch like the mic that I hold
[01:23.79]Plowin' in the field allowin' little time to rest
[01:26.19]Fly by night daytime I'm chillin' in my nest
[01:28.59]Where memory is sendin' me
[01:30.18]An astral projection to way back then
[01:36.78]Mark'll make your mom bark "Turn down the radio,"
[01:39.24]complainin about the cursewords
[01:40.71]Times absurd, the lines got blurred, another kid got served
[01:44.37]And the whole house party bore witness to the occasion
[01:47.16]Thus started growing my early reputation
[01:49.86]Early 90 second generation fat basses
[01:52.38]Used to get hip bruises breakin' in the basement
[01:55.02]Mixed tape makin' was an art that we've forsaken
[01:57.42]And the hardest thing to do was cue the tape
[01:59.49]I'm waiting on a Sunday night listening to nastiness, payin the dues
[02:03.12]When KEXP was KCMU, true, I'm missin' the days
[02:06.54]freewheelin' mean-muggin' rivals,
[02:08.55]For no good reason
[02:09.75]Just being adolescents and breathing, but we've been
[02:12.60]So far from Eden that this paradise is hard to believe in
[02:17.01]I'm leaving
[02:22.20]I'm leaving
[02:22.41]To find myself clinging to the edge of a notebook page, writin' for days
[02:26.34]I'm leaving
[02:26.55]AYE-YO I'm going home to atone for abandonin' my native tongue grown
[02:31.29]From the soil of my soul that I'll toil till I'm old
[02:34.23]Passin the torch like the mic that I hold
[02:36.54]The horticulture's in the pipe
[02:37.95]So torch it with the light unfortunately
[02:40.17]it'll be gone, but not tonight (4x)
[02:58.77]I'm leaving
[03:02.79]I'm leaving
[03:04.02]To find myself clinging to the edge of a notebook page, writin' for days
[03:08.67]I'm leaving
[03:09.03]AYE-YO I'm going home to atone for abandonin' my native tongue grown
[03:13.08]From the soil of my soul that I'll toil till I'm old
[03:16.02]Passin' the torch like the mic that I hold
This is the scene you been seeing all your life
The one inside a dream you repeated every night
For 24 frames every second through the light
What you ...
(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...
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...
A sample of the battle we waged against an animal
Made to snuff us out like the wick of a candle.
And all the youth dressed in camo,
We're ready to ha...
Yes and we begin where we left off. Leaving off where, pretty much begin. March with me y'all.
On my 27th round trip around the sun
Counting every ble...
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'm a blue scholar worker studying the art of labor to create
Flavor to relate to listeners, alleviate the danger associated with strangers
Isn't it s...
*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...
(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...