Song | Pay Them Back |
Artist | Brother Ali |
Album | Shadows On The Sun |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Ant, Brother Ali | |
Blood on beats | |
Tears have been shed | |
Lives have been lost | |
Blood has been spilled | |
Blood on beats | |
Damn, look at em sittin there, cats missin their chance | |
Pissin their pants for opportunities and disappear into a bar stool | |
Pardon you for thinkin I forgot about | |
The way that children act when the stars come out | |
It would be too much like right for them to tune up their sight and then | |
Pursue something tight within, the blue ugly life they're in | |
Liked your grimace but I must admit it's been a while | |
Since my outer adult disciplined your inner child | |
I've taught you the limits now when I crack your slumber | |
I expect you to say, "Thank you sir, can I have another?" | |
Your chance to wonder is up holler enough talkin | |
So they won't be caught off guard when I'm knockin the dust off em | |
Plus tossin em in a moshpit, my village sacrifices virgin rappers | |
Who don't do the Rites of Passage | |
Curl em backwards till they faces touch they asses | |
Mail em off the parage way and don't insure the package | |
Burned your vermin asses, learned your nervous habits | |
In turn my current status lefts serpents swervin backwards | |
I rock parties where half the crowd is rappers | |
And analyze my diction as if their opinion matters | |
I splatter patterns of poetic eloquence | |
Mutterin bone shudderin utterin sense, they fluter and twitch | |
The ironic part of it is, I ain't tryin to scare these kids | |
Just tryin to connect them to the heritage | |
Beneath the outer layer the train is black | |
You just don't disrespect the people that lay the tracks | |
You love this human expression and they gave you that | |
And so the least y'all can do is try and pay em back | |
I said beneath the outer layer the train is black | |
You just don't disrespect the people that lay the tracks | |
You love this human expression and they gave you that | |
And so the least y'all can do is try and pay em back | |
You ain't the first, you will not be the last | |
Contribute | |
Do your shit, step the **** off | |
You're not half as important as you think you are | |
Blood on beats | |
Blood on beats |
zuo qu : Ant, Brother Ali | |
Blood on beats | |
Tears have been shed | |
Lives have been lost | |
Blood has been spilled | |
Blood on beats | |
Damn, look at em sittin there, cats missin their chance | |
Pissin their pants for opportunities and disappear into a bar stool | |
Pardon you for thinkin I forgot about | |
The way that children act when the stars come out | |
It would be too much like right for them to tune up their sight and then | |
Pursue something tight within, the blue ugly life they' re in | |
Liked your grimace but I must admit it' s been a while | |
Since my outer adult disciplined your inner child | |
I' ve taught you the limits now when I crack your slumber | |
I expect you to say, " Thank you sir, can I have another?" | |
Your chance to wonder is up holler enough talkin | |
So they won' t be caught off guard when I' m knockin the dust off em | |
Plus tossin em in a moshpit, my village sacrifices virgin rappers | |
Who don' t do the Rites of Passage | |
Curl em backwards till they faces touch they asses | |
Mail em off the parage way and don' t insure the package | |
Burned your vermin asses, learned your nervous habits | |
In turn my current status lefts serpents swervin backwards | |
I rock parties where half the crowd is rappers | |
And analyze my diction as if their opinion matters | |
I splatter patterns of poetic eloquence | |
Mutterin bone shudderin utterin sense, they fluter and twitch | |
The ironic part of it is, I ain' t tryin to scare these kids | |
Just tryin to connect them to the heritage | |
Beneath the outer layer the train is black | |
You just don' t disrespect the people that lay the tracks | |
You love this human expression and they gave you that | |
And so the least y' all can do is try and pay em back | |
I said beneath the outer layer the train is black | |
You just don' t disrespect the people that lay the tracks | |
You love this human expression and they gave you that | |
And so the least y' all can do is try and pay em back | |
You ain' t the first, you will not be the last | |
Contribute | |
Do your shit, step the off | |
You' re not half as important as you think you are | |
Blood on beats | |
Blood on beats |
zuò qǔ : Ant, Brother Ali | |
Blood on beats | |
Tears have been shed | |
Lives have been lost | |
Blood has been spilled | |
Blood on beats | |
Damn, look at em sittin there, cats missin their chance | |
Pissin their pants for opportunities and disappear into a bar stool | |
Pardon you for thinkin I forgot about | |
The way that children act when the stars come out | |
It would be too much like right for them to tune up their sight and then | |
Pursue something tight within, the blue ugly life they' re in | |
Liked your grimace but I must admit it' s been a while | |
Since my outer adult disciplined your inner child | |
I' ve taught you the limits now when I crack your slumber | |
I expect you to say, " Thank you sir, can I have another?" | |
Your chance to wonder is up holler enough talkin | |
So they won' t be caught off guard when I' m knockin the dust off em | |
Plus tossin em in a moshpit, my village sacrifices virgin rappers | |
Who don' t do the Rites of Passage | |
Curl em backwards till they faces touch they asses | |
Mail em off the parage way and don' t insure the package | |
Burned your vermin asses, learned your nervous habits | |
In turn my current status lefts serpents swervin backwards | |
I rock parties where half the crowd is rappers | |
And analyze my diction as if their opinion matters | |
I splatter patterns of poetic eloquence | |
Mutterin bone shudderin utterin sense, they fluter and twitch | |
The ironic part of it is, I ain' t tryin to scare these kids | |
Just tryin to connect them to the heritage | |
Beneath the outer layer the train is black | |
You just don' t disrespect the people that lay the tracks | |
You love this human expression and they gave you that | |
And so the least y' all can do is try and pay em back | |
I said beneath the outer layer the train is black | |
You just don' t disrespect the people that lay the tracks | |
You love this human expression and they gave you that | |
And so the least y' all can do is try and pay em back | |
You ain' t the first, you will not be the last | |
Contribute | |
Do your shit, step the off | |
You' re not half as important as you think you are | |
Blood on beats | |
Blood on beats |