Fire for the People Lyrics
| Song | Fire for the People |
| Artist | Blue Scholars |
| Album | Bayani |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Geologic, Mohajerjasbi ... | |
| now what I spit, it's medicine for the sick | |
| an attempt to get a grip before it all starts to slip | |
| and be the call and response from the bottomless pit | |
| I remain nonchalant when the drama get thick | |
| the last call, ballin' up my palm in a fist | |
| the most common misperception is this | |
| drop a tape rock a show sign a line | |
| hit the road hit some hoes videos | |
| next you know, you'll be bawlin and shit | |
| but you'll be calling it quits | |
| when all the cards start to fall in the ditch | |
| cause temptation is so hard to resist | |
| no there's no such thing as an unjustified existence | |
| except perhaps a few thousand rappers in this business | |
| finish what I start scientifically, strategically | |
| specifically addressin' the oblivion we livin' in | |
| my brethren and sisteren, I'm speaking are you listening | |
| freedom being imprisoned by the television image | |
| if you let it instead get affected by your habitat | |
| ask a few questions, quit a few bad habits and after that | |
| handle this similar to how Xavier McDaniel did in ‘86 | |
| we're talking just a little less shit | |
| and lately being mindful of the babies I admit | |
| but at nighttime I sit serenaded by the blues of a skyline hue | |
| reminding me of a time when the old was new | |
| and I spark a fire for the cold and the dark | |
| peace and war both pumpin' soul in my heart | |
| and though they can't keep what they stole from the art | |
| and they love to see beef ‘cause it throws us apart | |
| more fire for the people | |
| say more jobs for the people | |
| and more books for the people | |
| and more music for the people | |
| as the world hurls towards seven billion more listeners | |
| seven hundred plus see the killed and held prisoners | |
| seven thousand one hundred islands I been missing | |
| cause I grind seven to five, at night I'm writing scriptures | |
| as hot as the block as cold contradictions | |
| pen drips with honesty I don't author fiction | |
| go to competition the bone that they try to pick with me | |
| and learn the moral lesson and marching forward to victory | |
| no flag waving celebrating your invasion | |
| you call it thanksgiving, we call it thankstaking | |
| everybody looking for the ladder not the answer to the question | |
| waiting till the cancer's in regression | |
| fresh from the northwest the hottest thing lately | |
| like white celebrities buying black and brown babies | |
| got the town crazy over beats rhymes and life | |
| peace with adobo grease, eggs and brown rice | |
| and I spark a fire for the cold in the dark | |
| peace and war both pumpin' soul in my heart | |
| and though they can't keep what they stole from the art | |
| they love to see beef ‘cause it throws us apart | |
| more fire for the people | |
| more food for the people | |
| more homes for the people | |
| more clothes for the people | |
| more schools for the people | |
| more land for the people | |
| more life for the people | |
| yo, I've seen souls get sold so coldly | |
| see what a dollar can do to the tired and true | |
| I speak boldly, composed of a melody told | |
| whenever we hold the memory close | |
| no telling when the reaper fed a post and snatch a fan | |
| something that you can't capture with the camera lens | |
| amalgamation of a bolo and a hammerin' pen | |
| the truth hurts, no wonder people rather pretend | |
| I annihilate a fake persona for spare change | |
| everybody, self included, is fair game | |
| inherited the trait to make both ends meet | |
| often make a brother feel like he gotta compete | |
| but with each release I reach for peace | |
| others quit to reach for the pigs from here to beacon to bridge | |
| ‘cause see, freedom of speech don't apply if you're silent | |
| I shout like I'm trying to get heard on the island | |
| and I spark the fire for the cold in the dark | |
| peace and war both pumpin' soul in my heart | |
| and though they can't keep what they stole from the art | |
| and they love to see beef ‘cause it throws us apart | |
| more fire for the people | |
| more peace for the people | |
| more life for the people | |
| more love for the people | |
| more love for the people | |
| more love for the people | |
| more love for the people |
| zuo qu : Geologic, Mohajerjasbi ... | |
| now what I spit, it' s medicine for the sick | |
| an attempt to get a grip before it all starts to slip | |
| and be the call and response from the bottomless pit | |
| I remain nonchalant when the drama get thick | |
| the last call, ballin' up my palm in a fist | |
| the most common misperception is this | |
| drop a tape rock a show sign a line | |
| hit the road hit some hoes videos | |
| next you know, you' ll be bawlin and shit | |
| but you' ll be calling it quits | |
| when all the cards start to fall in the ditch | |
| cause temptation is so hard to resist | |
| no there' s no such thing as an unjustified existence | |
| except perhaps a few thousand rappers in this business | |
| finish what I start scientifically, strategically | |
| specifically addressin' the oblivion we livin' in | |
| my brethren and sisteren, I' m speaking are you listening | |
| freedom being imprisoned by the television image | |
| if you let it instead get affected by your habitat | |
| ask a few questions, quit a few bad habits and after that | |
| handle this similar to how Xavier McDaniel did in ' 86 | |
| we' re talking just a little less shit | |
| and lately being mindful of the babies I admit | |
| but at nighttime I sit serenaded by the blues of a skyline hue | |
| reminding me of a time when the old was new | |
| and I spark a fire for the cold and the dark | |
| peace and war both pumpin' soul in my heart | |
| and though they can' t keep what they stole from the art | |
| and they love to see beef ' cause it throws us apart | |
| more fire for the people | |
| say more jobs for the people | |
| and more books for the people | |
| and more music for the people | |
| as the world hurls towards seven billion more listeners | |
| seven hundred plus see the killed and held prisoners | |
| seven thousand one hundred islands I been missing | |
| cause I grind seven to five, at night I' m writing scriptures | |
| as hot as the block as cold contradictions | |
| pen drips with honesty I don' t author fiction | |
| go to competition the bone that they try to pick with me | |
| and learn the moral lesson and marching forward to victory | |
| no flag waving celebrating your invasion | |
| you call it thanksgiving, we call it thankstaking | |
| everybody looking for the ladder not the answer to the question | |
| waiting till the cancer' s in regression | |
| fresh from the northwest the hottest thing lately | |
| like white celebrities buying black and brown babies | |
| got the town crazy over beats rhymes and life | |
| peace with adobo grease, eggs and brown rice | |
| and I spark a fire for the cold in the dark | |
| peace and war both pumpin' soul in my heart | |
| and though they can' t keep what they stole from the art | |
| they love to see beef ' cause it throws us apart | |
| more fire for the people | |
| more food for the people | |
| more homes for the people | |
| more clothes for the people | |
| more schools for the people | |
| more land for the people | |
| more life for the people | |
| yo, I' ve seen souls get sold so coldly | |
| see what a dollar can do to the tired and true | |
| I speak boldly, composed of a melody told | |
| whenever we hold the memory close | |
| no telling when the reaper fed a post and snatch a fan | |
| something that you can' t capture with the camera lens | |
| amalgamation of a bolo and a hammerin' pen | |
| the truth hurts, no wonder people rather pretend | |
| I annihilate a fake persona for spare change | |
| everybody, self included, is fair game | |
| inherited the trait to make both ends meet | |
| often make a brother feel like he gotta compete | |
| but with each release I reach for peace | |
| others quit to reach for the pigs from here to beacon to bridge | |
| ' cause see, freedom of speech don' t apply if you' re silent | |
| I shout like I' m trying to get heard on the island | |
| and I spark the fire for the cold in the dark | |
| peace and war both pumpin' soul in my heart | |
| and though they can' t keep what they stole from the art | |
| and they love to see beef ' cause it throws us apart | |
| more fire for the people | |
| more peace for the people | |
| more life for the people | |
| more love for the people | |
| more love for the people | |
| more love for the people | |
| more love for the people |
| zuò qǔ : Geologic, Mohajerjasbi ... | |
| now what I spit, it' s medicine for the sick | |
| an attempt to get a grip before it all starts to slip | |
| and be the call and response from the bottomless pit | |
| I remain nonchalant when the drama get thick | |
| the last call, ballin' up my palm in a fist | |
| the most common misperception is this | |
| drop a tape rock a show sign a line | |
| hit the road hit some hoes videos | |
| next you know, you' ll be bawlin and shit | |
| but you' ll be calling it quits | |
| when all the cards start to fall in the ditch | |
| cause temptation is so hard to resist | |
| no there' s no such thing as an unjustified existence | |
| except perhaps a few thousand rappers in this business | |
| finish what I start scientifically, strategically | |
| specifically addressin' the oblivion we livin' in | |
| my brethren and sisteren, I' m speaking are you listening | |
| freedom being imprisoned by the television image | |
| if you let it instead get affected by your habitat | |
| ask a few questions, quit a few bad habits and after that | |
| handle this similar to how Xavier McDaniel did in ' 86 | |
| we' re talking just a little less shit | |
| and lately being mindful of the babies I admit | |
| but at nighttime I sit serenaded by the blues of a skyline hue | |
| reminding me of a time when the old was new | |
| and I spark a fire for the cold and the dark | |
| peace and war both pumpin' soul in my heart | |
| and though they can' t keep what they stole from the art | |
| and they love to see beef ' cause it throws us apart | |
| more fire for the people | |
| say more jobs for the people | |
| and more books for the people | |
| and more music for the people | |
| as the world hurls towards seven billion more listeners | |
| seven hundred plus see the killed and held prisoners | |
| seven thousand one hundred islands I been missing | |
| cause I grind seven to five, at night I' m writing scriptures | |
| as hot as the block as cold contradictions | |
| pen drips with honesty I don' t author fiction | |
| go to competition the bone that they try to pick with me | |
| and learn the moral lesson and marching forward to victory | |
| no flag waving celebrating your invasion | |
| you call it thanksgiving, we call it thankstaking | |
| everybody looking for the ladder not the answer to the question | |
| waiting till the cancer' s in regression | |
| fresh from the northwest the hottest thing lately | |
| like white celebrities buying black and brown babies | |
| got the town crazy over beats rhymes and life | |
| peace with adobo grease, eggs and brown rice | |
| and I spark a fire for the cold in the dark | |
| peace and war both pumpin' soul in my heart | |
| and though they can' t keep what they stole from the art | |
| they love to see beef ' cause it throws us apart | |
| more fire for the people | |
| more food for the people | |
| more homes for the people | |
| more clothes for the people | |
| more schools for the people | |
| more land for the people | |
| more life for the people | |
| yo, I' ve seen souls get sold so coldly | |
| see what a dollar can do to the tired and true | |
| I speak boldly, composed of a melody told | |
| whenever we hold the memory close | |
| no telling when the reaper fed a post and snatch a fan | |
| something that you can' t capture with the camera lens | |
| amalgamation of a bolo and a hammerin' pen | |
| the truth hurts, no wonder people rather pretend | |
| I annihilate a fake persona for spare change | |
| everybody, self included, is fair game | |
| inherited the trait to make both ends meet | |
| often make a brother feel like he gotta compete | |
| but with each release I reach for peace | |
| others quit to reach for the pigs from here to beacon to bridge | |
| ' cause see, freedom of speech don' t apply if you' re silent | |
| I shout like I' m trying to get heard on the island | |
| and I spark the fire for the cold in the dark | |
| peace and war both pumpin' soul in my heart | |
| and though they can' t keep what they stole from the art | |
| and they love to see beef ' cause it throws us apart | |
| more fire for the people | |
| more peace for the people | |
| more life for the people | |
| more love for the people | |
| more love for the people | |
| more love for the people | |
| more love for the people |
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