Song | Long and Whining Road |
Artist | Public Enemy |
Album | How You Sell Soul to a Soulless People Who Sold Their Soul? |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Drayton, Gary G Wiz ... | |
[verse 1]Its been a long and whining road | |
Even though time keeps a changin | |
Ima bring it all back home | |
I been told i spit lyrics wit politics | |
Why wouldnt i? | |
Says negro on my birth certificate | |
Born in 1960 in a nation | |
Throughout / ive been a spokesperson | |
For a generation | |
Within the same ol fear of a black planet20 years of blood sweat and no tears for fanatics | |
So damn it | |
If times is hard | |
Time is god | |
Understand it | |
Never took time for granted | |
Its all right ma | |
As child of the sixties | |
All along the watchtower | |
I cant bet they gonna miss me | |
Im only bleeding | |
Every grain in me | |
Fans if not for you | |
There be no pe | |
From the nashville skyline | |
Girls in south country | |
In this world gone wrong | |
So heres another love song[verse 2] | |
We came a long way baby | |
You know whats amazin | |
The surprise we told these new guys | |
Flav has always been crazy | |
Hit london 87 like it was an invasion | |
Toured the world for 3 years | |
Hell with vacation | |
Vocation of vocalization | |
Especially with the impact of it takes a nation | |
Of millions to hold us back | |
You bet theres blood on them bomb squad tracks | |
Black steel , baseheads, party for your right to fight | |
Prophets of rage , bring the noise | |
Dont believe the hype | |
Cant do nuttin for you man911 is a joke20 years we got here by actin like common folk | |
Touring the world like a rolling stone | |
Then the nineties came | |
Welcomed yall to the terrordome | |
Some threw it away , instead of something to say | |
Cause the streets still ended up havin no names | |
Since rebel without a pause beats were never the same | |
And by 1998 we still had game.[verse 3] | |
Only a pawn in the game | |
Chastised for namin names | |
What was said and who said it | |
Anti nothing so forget it | |
Tears of rage left a friend | |
Blowin in the wind | |
But time is god | |
Been back for 10 years and black again | |
Some of them same cats | |
Help usher in gangster rap | |
Damn our interviews were better than a lotta them acts. | |
Praised the gangsta | |
Just because it sold | |
While consciousness | |
Went from platinum to gold | |
Seen a nation reduce fight the power to gin and juice | |
Some people gave it up and turned it loose.[verse 4] | |
Beethoven, bach brahms | |
I want some james brown | |
Even bruce, brian, bono, beck, yeah chuck berry | |
Prince stevie sly smokey johnny cash in my chevy | |
Heard some call me an uncle tom | |
Now thats petty | |
I'm a songwriter fool | |
I condense sense from right and wrong | |
Livin in the key of protest songs | |
From basement tapes | |
Beyond them dollars and cents | |
Changin of the guards spent | |
Where the--went | |
Most of their time out of mind | |
Hatin my mess age rhymes | |
Cant truss it, shut em down call it whatcha wanna | |
But they made a day fit for a king | |
By the time we got to arizona | |
Tommorrows a long time | |
We got god on our side | |
Over bass and drum beats hear the good rhymes ride | |
A poison goin on | |
Shelter from the storm | |
Hard rain gonna fall | |
Still the people rock on. |
zuo ci : Drayton, Gary G Wiz ... | |
verse 1 Its been a long and whining road | |
Even though time keeps a changin | |
Ima bring it all back home | |
I been told i spit lyrics wit politics | |
Why wouldnt i? | |
Says negro on my birth certificate | |
Born in 1960 in a nation | |
Throughout ive been a spokesperson | |
For a generation | |
Within the same ol fear of a black planet20 years of blood sweat and no tears for fanatics | |
So damn it | |
If times is hard | |
Time is god | |
Understand it | |
Never took time for granted | |
Its all right ma | |
As child of the sixties | |
All along the watchtower | |
I cant bet they gonna miss me | |
Im only bleeding | |
Every grain in me | |
Fans if not for you | |
There be no pe | |
From the nashville skyline | |
Girls in south country | |
In this world gone wrong | |
So heres another love song verse 2 | |
We came a long way baby | |
You know whats amazin | |
The surprise we told these new guys | |
Flav has always been crazy | |
Hit london 87 like it was an invasion | |
Toured the world for 3 years | |
Hell with vacation | |
Vocation of vocalization | |
Especially with the impact of it takes a nation | |
Of millions to hold us back | |
You bet theres blood on them bomb squad tracks | |
Black steel , baseheads, party for your right to fight | |
Prophets of rage , bring the noise | |
Dont believe the hype | |
Cant do nuttin for you man911 is a joke20 years we got here by actin like common folk | |
Touring the world like a rolling stone | |
Then the nineties came | |
Welcomed yall to the terrordome | |
Some threw it away , instead of something to say | |
Cause the streets still ended up havin no names | |
Since rebel without a pause beats were never the same | |
And by 1998 we still had game. verse 3 | |
Only a pawn in the game | |
Chastised for namin names | |
What was said and who said it | |
Anti nothing so forget it | |
Tears of rage left a friend | |
Blowin in the wind | |
But time is god | |
Been back for 10 years and black again | |
Some of them same cats | |
Help usher in gangster rap | |
Damn our interviews were better than a lotta them acts. | |
Praised the gangsta | |
Just because it sold | |
While consciousness | |
Went from platinum to gold | |
Seen a nation reduce fight the power to gin and juice | |
Some people gave it up and turned it loose. verse 4 | |
Beethoven, bach brahms | |
I want some james brown | |
Even bruce, brian, bono, beck, yeah chuck berry | |
Prince stevie sly smokey johnny cash in my chevy | |
Heard some call me an uncle tom | |
Now thats petty | |
I' m a songwriter fool | |
I condense sense from right and wrong | |
Livin in the key of protest songs | |
From basement tapes | |
Beyond them dollars and cents | |
Changin of the guards spent | |
Where thewent | |
Most of their time out of mind | |
Hatin my mess age rhymes | |
Cant truss it, shut em down call it whatcha wanna | |
But they made a day fit for a king | |
By the time we got to arizona | |
Tommorrows a long time | |
We got god on our side | |
Over bass and drum beats hear the good rhymes ride | |
A poison goin on | |
Shelter from the storm | |
Hard rain gonna fall | |
Still the people rock on. |
zuò cí : Drayton, Gary G Wiz ... | |
verse 1 Its been a long and whining road | |
Even though time keeps a changin | |
Ima bring it all back home | |
I been told i spit lyrics wit politics | |
Why wouldnt i? | |
Says negro on my birth certificate | |
Born in 1960 in a nation | |
Throughout ive been a spokesperson | |
For a generation | |
Within the same ol fear of a black planet20 years of blood sweat and no tears for fanatics | |
So damn it | |
If times is hard | |
Time is god | |
Understand it | |
Never took time for granted | |
Its all right ma | |
As child of the sixties | |
All along the watchtower | |
I cant bet they gonna miss me | |
Im only bleeding | |
Every grain in me | |
Fans if not for you | |
There be no pe | |
From the nashville skyline | |
Girls in south country | |
In this world gone wrong | |
So heres another love song verse 2 | |
We came a long way baby | |
You know whats amazin | |
The surprise we told these new guys | |
Flav has always been crazy | |
Hit london 87 like it was an invasion | |
Toured the world for 3 years | |
Hell with vacation | |
Vocation of vocalization | |
Especially with the impact of it takes a nation | |
Of millions to hold us back | |
You bet theres blood on them bomb squad tracks | |
Black steel , baseheads, party for your right to fight | |
Prophets of rage , bring the noise | |
Dont believe the hype | |
Cant do nuttin for you man911 is a joke20 years we got here by actin like common folk | |
Touring the world like a rolling stone | |
Then the nineties came | |
Welcomed yall to the terrordome | |
Some threw it away , instead of something to say | |
Cause the streets still ended up havin no names | |
Since rebel without a pause beats were never the same | |
And by 1998 we still had game. verse 3 | |
Only a pawn in the game | |
Chastised for namin names | |
What was said and who said it | |
Anti nothing so forget it | |
Tears of rage left a friend | |
Blowin in the wind | |
But time is god | |
Been back for 10 years and black again | |
Some of them same cats | |
Help usher in gangster rap | |
Damn our interviews were better than a lotta them acts. | |
Praised the gangsta | |
Just because it sold | |
While consciousness | |
Went from platinum to gold | |
Seen a nation reduce fight the power to gin and juice | |
Some people gave it up and turned it loose. verse 4 | |
Beethoven, bach brahms | |
I want some james brown | |
Even bruce, brian, bono, beck, yeah chuck berry | |
Prince stevie sly smokey johnny cash in my chevy | |
Heard some call me an uncle tom | |
Now thats petty | |
I' m a songwriter fool | |
I condense sense from right and wrong | |
Livin in the key of protest songs | |
From basement tapes | |
Beyond them dollars and cents | |
Changin of the guards spent | |
Where thewent | |
Most of their time out of mind | |
Hatin my mess age rhymes | |
Cant truss it, shut em down call it whatcha wanna | |
But they made a day fit for a king | |
By the time we got to arizona | |
Tommorrows a long time | |
We got god on our side | |
Over bass and drum beats hear the good rhymes ride | |
A poison goin on | |
Shelter from the storm | |
Hard rain gonna fall | |
Still the people rock on. |