Ecomog Lyrics
| Song | Ecomog |
| Artist | Armand Hammer |
| Artist | Elucid |
| Artist | Billy Woods |
| Album | Paraffin |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : C. Hall for ELUCID/F. Porter for The Happiest Africans (SESAC) |
| [00:01.000] | 作词 : Billy Woods/E L U C I D |
| [00:02.000] | 制作人 : Messiah Musik/Kenny Segal |
| [00:05.579] | Herbs and roots |
| [00:06.638] | Mixtape, white tea and only juice |
| [00:08.623] | Steam pots simmer under zinc roof |
| [00:11.261] | Law of the land, live and let die |
| [00:13.661] | I can't seem to grasp time |
| [00:15.910] | Watching death and how it comes in threes |
| [00:18.831] | Chilli, garlic, ginger, head spinning, lord willing |
| [00:21.652] | There's a line, as for me and mine |
| [00:23.478] | Dark bodies sent to Earth to usher in an unprecedented era |
| [00:27.557] | Of cosmic regeneration and happiness |
| [00:29.706] | Mysterious tale |
| [00:31.105] | The veil's been lifted are you listening? |
| [00:33.006] | Crooked scales |
| [00:34.153] | Written in a gentrified art hotel in the motherland |
| [00:37.605] | Closing the gap between over and understanding |
| [00:40.351] | Doubling back when the tangent the papers use |
| [00:42.875] | Duel of the iron mic |
| [00:44.166] | Never made the news |
| [00:45.809] | To be seen and not seen at the same time is a mind **** |
| [00:49.356] | Black buck |
| [00:50.321] | Niggas always wanna be the next white somebody |
| [00:53.213] | Respect the lineage, feel like I shadowbox with simians |
| [00:56.007] | All in my feelings I kinda write to |
| [00:58.462] | No photos please, I got warrants |
| [01:00.248] | Doran vipers with smiles made for pulling the juks |
| [01:03.484] | No such thing as a halfway crook be the mantra |
| [01:06.825] | Conjuring man hold my new flow |
| [01:09.114] | Totem pole always in cold |
| [01:12.040] | Don't try to keep up |
| [01:13.171] | Let it take you |
| [01:18.341] | The phrase "at the end of the day" punctuate damn near everything he say |
| [01:21.967] | Bitter to the taste somebody's got to pay, his laugh bray like brass |
| [01:25.368] | Crafts tales of unlikely escapades |
| [01:28.614] | Talk like a fool, eyes searching your face |
| [01:31.304] | Knows you think you better |
| [01:32.758] | Wants you to know you ain't |
| [01:34.237] | An even layer of burnt cork over the greasepaint |
| [01:37.262] | You know what comes next |
| [01:38.977] | You already know the rest |
| [01:40.750] | You don't need me to tell you |
| [01:42.462] | You know I need the cheque |
| [01:44.061] | No respect no respect |
| [01:45.596] | Propeller hat, jaunty, surely you jest? |
| [01:48.138] | Yet double back to holler at your aunty |
| [01:50.645] | Put the work in the bassinet |
| [01:52.006] | Get worked up over these manuscripts like Jack Torrance Shining, you just rhyming |
| [01:58.331] | I gave them work like everybody do these assignments |
| [02:00.736] | Voluble silence in that asylum. Rather than shame |
| [02:04.045] | They built a monument to the violence |
| [02:05.833] | Way we play it don't sound nothing like a violin |
| [02:42.273] | They got the bomb like uptown in '99 |
| [02:45.352] | You can search far and wide for a hill on which to die |
| [02:48.599] | The rent's still too damn high |
| [02:50.561] | Dead bent but still quite spry |
| [02:53.457] | They got the bomb like the Spike Lee joint |
| [02:56.438] | So no time to waste, get right to the point |
| [02:58.892] | The roach is never dead |
| [03:00.420] | That feeling is dread |
| [03:01.800] | Those that could fled |
| [03:03.373] | Laid in the coffin like a bed and each child walked up to kiss his bandaged head |
| [03:08.359] | Still remember something foul my uncle said |
| [03:11.765] | Yeah, I'mma carry that to the end |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : C. Hall for ELUCID F. Porter for The Happiest Africans SESAC |
| [00:01.000] | zuo ci : Billy Woods E L U C I D |
| [00:02.000] | zhi zuo ren : Messiah Musik Kenny Segal |
| [00:05.579] | Herbs and roots |
| [00:06.638] | Mixtape, white tea and only juice |
| [00:08.623] | Steam pots simmer under zinc roof |
| [00:11.261] | Law of the land, live and let die |
| [00:13.661] | I can' t seem to grasp time |
| [00:15.910] | Watching death and how it comes in threes |
| [00:18.831] | Chilli, garlic, ginger, head spinning, lord willing |
| [00:21.652] | There' s a line, as for me and mine |
| [00:23.478] | Dark bodies sent to Earth to usher in an unprecedented era |
| [00:27.557] | Of cosmic regeneration and happiness |
| [00:29.706] | Mysterious tale |
| [00:31.105] | The veil' s been lifted are you listening? |
| [00:33.006] | Crooked scales |
| [00:34.153] | Written in a gentrified art hotel in the motherland |
| [00:37.605] | Closing the gap between over and understanding |
| [00:40.351] | Doubling back when the tangent the papers use |
| [00:42.875] | Duel of the iron mic |
| [00:44.166] | Never made the news |
| [00:45.809] | To be seen and not seen at the same time is a mind |
| [00:49.356] | Black buck |
| [00:50.321] | Niggas always wanna be the next white somebody |
| [00:53.213] | Respect the lineage, feel like I shadowbox with simians |
| [00:56.007] | All in my feelings I kinda write to |
| [00:58.462] | No photos please, I got warrants |
| [01:00.248] | Doran vipers with smiles made for pulling the juks |
| [01:03.484] | No such thing as a halfway crook be the mantra |
| [01:06.825] | Conjuring man hold my new flow |
| [01:09.114] | Totem pole always in cold |
| [01:12.040] | Don' t try to keep up |
| [01:13.171] | Let it take you |
| [01:18.341] | The phrase " at the end of the day" punctuate damn near everything he say |
| [01:21.967] | Bitter to the taste somebody' s got to pay, his laugh bray like brass |
| [01:25.368] | Crafts tales of unlikely escapades |
| [01:28.614] | Talk like a fool, eyes searching your face |
| [01:31.304] | Knows you think you better |
| [01:32.758] | Wants you to know you ain' t |
| [01:34.237] | An even layer of burnt cork over the greasepaint |
| [01:37.262] | You know what comes next |
| [01:38.977] | You already know the rest |
| [01:40.750] | You don' t need me to tell you |
| [01:42.462] | You know I need the cheque |
| [01:44.061] | No respect no respect |
| [01:45.596] | Propeller hat, jaunty, surely you jest? |
| [01:48.138] | Yet double back to holler at your aunty |
| [01:50.645] | Put the work in the bassinet |
| [01:52.006] | Get worked up over these manuscripts like Jack Torrance Shining, you just rhyming |
| [01:58.331] | I gave them work like everybody do these assignments |
| [02:00.736] | Voluble silence in that asylum. Rather than shame |
| [02:04.045] | They built a monument to the violence |
| [02:05.833] | Way we play it don' t sound nothing like a violin |
| [02:42.273] | They got the bomb like uptown in ' 99 |
| [02:45.352] | You can search far and wide for a hill on which to die |
| [02:48.599] | The rent' s still too damn high |
| [02:50.561] | Dead bent but still quite spry |
| [02:53.457] | They got the bomb like the Spike Lee joint |
| [02:56.438] | So no time to waste, get right to the point |
| [02:58.892] | The roach is never dead |
| [03:00.420] | That feeling is dread |
| [03:01.800] | Those that could fled |
| [03:03.373] | Laid in the coffin like a bed and each child walked up to kiss his bandaged head |
| [03:08.359] | Still remember something foul my uncle said |
| [03:11.765] | Yeah, I' mma carry that to the end |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : C. Hall for ELUCID F. Porter for The Happiest Africans SESAC |
| [00:01.000] | zuò cí : Billy Woods E L U C I D |
| [00:02.000] | zhì zuò rén : Messiah Musik Kenny Segal |
| [00:05.579] | Herbs and roots |
| [00:06.638] | Mixtape, white tea and only juice |
| [00:08.623] | Steam pots simmer under zinc roof |
| [00:11.261] | Law of the land, live and let die |
| [00:13.661] | I can' t seem to grasp time |
| [00:15.910] | Watching death and how it comes in threes |
| [00:18.831] | Chilli, garlic, ginger, head spinning, lord willing |
| [00:21.652] | There' s a line, as for me and mine |
| [00:23.478] | Dark bodies sent to Earth to usher in an unprecedented era |
| [00:27.557] | Of cosmic regeneration and happiness |
| [00:29.706] | Mysterious tale |
| [00:31.105] | The veil' s been lifted are you listening? |
| [00:33.006] | Crooked scales |
| [00:34.153] | Written in a gentrified art hotel in the motherland |
| [00:37.605] | Closing the gap between over and understanding |
| [00:40.351] | Doubling back when the tangent the papers use |
| [00:42.875] | Duel of the iron mic |
| [00:44.166] | Never made the news |
| [00:45.809] | To be seen and not seen at the same time is a mind |
| [00:49.356] | Black buck |
| [00:50.321] | Niggas always wanna be the next white somebody |
| [00:53.213] | Respect the lineage, feel like I shadowbox with simians |
| [00:56.007] | All in my feelings I kinda write to |
| [00:58.462] | No photos please, I got warrants |
| [01:00.248] | Doran vipers with smiles made for pulling the juks |
| [01:03.484] | No such thing as a halfway crook be the mantra |
| [01:06.825] | Conjuring man hold my new flow |
| [01:09.114] | Totem pole always in cold |
| [01:12.040] | Don' t try to keep up |
| [01:13.171] | Let it take you |
| [01:18.341] | The phrase " at the end of the day" punctuate damn near everything he say |
| [01:21.967] | Bitter to the taste somebody' s got to pay, his laugh bray like brass |
| [01:25.368] | Crafts tales of unlikely escapades |
| [01:28.614] | Talk like a fool, eyes searching your face |
| [01:31.304] | Knows you think you better |
| [01:32.758] | Wants you to know you ain' t |
| [01:34.237] | An even layer of burnt cork over the greasepaint |
| [01:37.262] | You know what comes next |
| [01:38.977] | You already know the rest |
| [01:40.750] | You don' t need me to tell you |
| [01:42.462] | You know I need the cheque |
| [01:44.061] | No respect no respect |
| [01:45.596] | Propeller hat, jaunty, surely you jest? |
| [01:48.138] | Yet double back to holler at your aunty |
| [01:50.645] | Put the work in the bassinet |
| [01:52.006] | Get worked up over these manuscripts like Jack Torrance Shining, you just rhyming |
| [01:58.331] | I gave them work like everybody do these assignments |
| [02:00.736] | Voluble silence in that asylum. Rather than shame |
| [02:04.045] | They built a monument to the violence |
| [02:05.833] | Way we play it don' t sound nothing like a violin |
| [02:42.273] | They got the bomb like uptown in ' 99 |
| [02:45.352] | You can search far and wide for a hill on which to die |
| [02:48.599] | The rent' s still too damn high |
| [02:50.561] | Dead bent but still quite spry |
| [02:53.457] | They got the bomb like the Spike Lee joint |
| [02:56.438] | So no time to waste, get right to the point |
| [02:58.892] | The roach is never dead |
| [03:00.420] | That feeling is dread |
| [03:01.800] | Those that could fled |
| [03:03.373] | Laid in the coffin like a bed and each child walked up to kiss his bandaged head |
| [03:08.359] | Still remember something foul my uncle said |
| [03:11.765] | Yeah, I' mma carry that to the end |
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