Song | Chin High |
Artist | Roots Manuva |
Album | Awfully Deep |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Jones, Smith | |
Fuel injection on a blank page | |
My mental splurges and emerges from nothing | |
I'm the forgotten | |
The nude that got caught with two keys in his bottom | |
We don't know him, we don't owe him | |
Poetic justice with no poem | |
I study my art 'til I'm blue in the face | |
No time to waste, my heart's on the plate | |
The soul and life force dancing on the timelines | |
These ain't rhymes no more, they're straight sermons | |
For urban suburban Babylonian contours | |
Raw roll up raw, sounds of war | |
To drown out the police and their tracking device | |
Brings back to mind how they mack on the ice | |
'Cause they transmit and receive | |
Best know the beast will listen | |
Throw your glitz as they strip your assets | |
How vexed thou art, but you are playing a part | |
In your own damn demise | |
You money-grips need to get more wise | |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it | |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it | |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it | |
Pursue it, pursue it | |
My I-tal views come from this I-tal brew | |
Something about these struggles and the things they do | |
The peace-bringers, quote-key-quote singers | |
That ring us for nothing in this marketplace | |
Could be target grace, a new-tical movement | |
Bringing an improvement to mind and soul | |
Life's a bitch, we tired of the bitching | |
Them cheap escape routes got me here twitching | |
How much money must we waste 'til we see | |
Them self-made heroes that we make for ourself | |
Goodbye old me, say hello to the new | |
Please Lord Jesus, help me get through | |
Can I be a man for my baby boo | |
What's a grown man supposing he to do | |
When the world at large be scared of the truth | |
I got good reason to be uncouth | |
Like a big wide hole in the top of your roof | |
And I really don't got much nice to say | |
When day-to-day is pure bills to pay | |
So how am I supposed to change my ways | |
When this world at large seems to lead me astray | |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it | |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it | |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it | |
Pursue it, pursue it | |
Transfixed by an apparent | |
Will in the way | |
To seize the day | |
Accept us to social fray | |
Most remember what the media push | |
There goes the crooks who fiddle the books | |
And run scot-free 'cause money reigns supreme | |
In the gene of the fiends | |
Chemical warfare | |
Biological warfare | |
The near is never seen | |
Man and machine | |
Getting into things | |
While some claim road and some claim blame | |
Oblivious to the time that we're living in | |
The misled mislead | |
Afflicted by the greed | |
Government man keep fighting down the weed | |
While they boost up the booze, the prozac and methodone | |
And use the taxpayer's money to develop their clones | |
Misinformation | |
Mass sedation | |
Nations baited for spiritual rapings | |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it | |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it | |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it | |
Pursue it, pursue it... |
zuo ci : Jones, Smith | |
Fuel injection on a blank page | |
My mental splurges and emerges from nothing | |
I' m the forgotten | |
The nude that got caught with two keys in his bottom | |
We don' t know him, we don' t owe him | |
Poetic justice with no poem | |
I study my art ' til I' m blue in the face | |
No time to waste, my heart' s on the plate | |
The soul and life force dancing on the timelines | |
These ain' t rhymes no more, they' re straight sermons | |
For urban suburban Babylonian contours | |
Raw roll up raw, sounds of war | |
To drown out the police and their tracking device | |
Brings back to mind how they mack on the ice | |
' Cause they transmit and receive | |
Best know the beast will listen | |
Throw your glitz as they strip your assets | |
How vexed thou art, but you are playing a part | |
In your own damn demise | |
You moneygrips need to get more wise | |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
Pursue it, pursue it | |
My Ital views come from this Ital brew | |
Something about these struggles and the things they do | |
The peacebringers, quotekeyquote singers | |
That ring us for nothing in this marketplace | |
Could be target grace, a newtical movement | |
Bringing an improvement to mind and soul | |
Life' s a bitch, we tired of the bitching | |
Them cheap escape routes got me here twitching | |
How much money must we waste ' til we see | |
Them selfmade heroes that we make for ourself | |
Goodbye old me, say hello to the new | |
Please Lord Jesus, help me get through | |
Can I be a man for my baby boo | |
What' s a grown man supposing he to do | |
When the world at large be scared of the truth | |
I got good reason to be uncouth | |
Like a big wide hole in the top of your roof | |
And I really don' t got much nice to say | |
When daytoday is pure bills to pay | |
So how am I supposed to change my ways | |
When this world at large seems to lead me astray | |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
Pursue it, pursue it | |
Transfixed by an apparent | |
Will in the way | |
To seize the day | |
Accept us to social fray | |
Most remember what the media push | |
There goes the crooks who fiddle the books | |
And run scotfree ' cause money reigns supreme | |
In the gene of the fiends | |
Chemical warfare | |
Biological warfare | |
The near is never seen | |
Man and machine | |
Getting into things | |
While some claim road and some claim blame | |
Oblivious to the time that we' re living in | |
The misled mislead | |
Afflicted by the greed | |
Government man keep fighting down the weed | |
While they boost up the booze, the prozac and methodone | |
And use the taxpayer' s money to develop their clones | |
Misinformation | |
Mass sedation | |
Nations baited for spiritual rapings | |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
Pursue it, pursue it... |
zuò cí : Jones, Smith | |
Fuel injection on a blank page | |
My mental splurges and emerges from nothing | |
I' m the forgotten | |
The nude that got caught with two keys in his bottom | |
We don' t know him, we don' t owe him | |
Poetic justice with no poem | |
I study my art ' til I' m blue in the face | |
No time to waste, my heart' s on the plate | |
The soul and life force dancing on the timelines | |
These ain' t rhymes no more, they' re straight sermons | |
For urban suburban Babylonian contours | |
Raw roll up raw, sounds of war | |
To drown out the police and their tracking device | |
Brings back to mind how they mack on the ice | |
' Cause they transmit and receive | |
Best know the beast will listen | |
Throw your glitz as they strip your assets | |
How vexed thou art, but you are playing a part | |
In your own damn demise | |
You moneygrips need to get more wise | |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
Pursue it, pursue it | |
My Ital views come from this Ital brew | |
Something about these struggles and the things they do | |
The peacebringers, quotekeyquote singers | |
That ring us for nothing in this marketplace | |
Could be target grace, a newtical movement | |
Bringing an improvement to mind and soul | |
Life' s a bitch, we tired of the bitching | |
Them cheap escape routes got me here twitching | |
How much money must we waste ' til we see | |
Them selfmade heroes that we make for ourself | |
Goodbye old me, say hello to the new | |
Please Lord Jesus, help me get through | |
Can I be a man for my baby boo | |
What' s a grown man supposing he to do | |
When the world at large be scared of the truth | |
I got good reason to be uncouth | |
Like a big wide hole in the top of your roof | |
And I really don' t got much nice to say | |
When daytoday is pure bills to pay | |
So how am I supposed to change my ways | |
When this world at large seems to lead me astray | |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
Pursue it, pursue it | |
Transfixed by an apparent | |
Will in the way | |
To seize the day | |
Accept us to social fray | |
Most remember what the media push | |
There goes the crooks who fiddle the books | |
And run scotfree ' cause money reigns supreme | |
In the gene of the fiends | |
Chemical warfare | |
Biological warfare | |
The near is never seen | |
Man and machine | |
Getting into things | |
While some claim road and some claim blame | |
Oblivious to the time that we' re living in | |
The misled mislead | |
Afflicted by the greed | |
Government man keep fighting down the weed | |
While they boost up the booze, the prozac and methodone | |
And use the taxpayer' s money to develop their clones | |
Misinformation | |
Mass sedation | |
Nations baited for spiritual rapings | |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
Pursue it, pursue it... |