Song | The Corner |
Artist | Common |
Artist | The Last Poets |
Album | Be |
作曲 : Kanye West & Lonnie Lynn & Umar Bin Hassan & Abiodun Oyewole & Leon Moore | |
作词 : Hassan, Lynn, Moore, Oyewole ... | |
Vocal:Common/Kanye West/The Last Poets | |
[Verse 1:Common] | |
Memories on corners with the fours & the moors (pronounced foes and moes) | |
Walk to the store for the rose talking straightforward to | |
Got uncles that smoke it some put blow up they nose | |
To cope with they lows the wind is cold & it blows | |
In they socks & they souls holding they rolls | |
Corners leave souls opened & closed hoping for more | |
With nowhere to go rolling in droves | |
They shoot the wrong way cause they ain't knowing they goal | |
The streets ain't safe cause they ain't knowing he code | |
By the fours I was told either focus or fold | |
Got cousins with flows hope they open some doors | |
So we can cop clothes & roll in a Rolls | |
Now I roll in a 'Olds' with windows that don't roll | |
Down the roads where cars get broke in & stole | |
These are the stories told by Stony & Cottage Grove | |
The world is cold the block is hot as a stove | |
On the corners | |
[Hook: Kanye West] | |
I wish I could give ya this feeling | |
I wish I could give ya this feeling | |
On the corners, robbing, killing, dying | |
Just to make a living (huh) | |
[Spoken: The Last Poets] | |
We underrated, we educated | |
The corner was our time when times stood still | |
And gators and snakes gangs and yellow and pink | |
And colored blue profiles glorifying that | |
[Verse 2: Common] | |
Streetlights & deepnights cats trying to eat right | |
Riding no seat bikes with work to feed hypes | |
So they can keep sweet Nikes they head & they feet right | |
Desires of streetlife cars & weed types | |
It's hard to breath nights days are thief like | |
The beast roam the streets the police is Greeklike | |
Game at it's peak we speak & believe hype | |
Bang in the streets hats cocked left or deep right | |
Its steep life coming up where sheeplike | |
Rappers & hoopers we strive to be like | |
G's with 3 stripes seeds that need light | |
Cheese & weaves tight needs & thieves strike | |
The corner where struggle & greed fight | |
We write songs about wrong cause it's hard to see right | |
Look to the sky hoping it will bleed light | |
Reality's and I heard that she bites | |
The corner | |
[Hook] | |
[Spoken: The Last Poets] | |
The corner was our magic, our music, our politics | |
Fires raised as tribal dancers and | |
war cries that broke out on different corners | |
Power to the people, black power, black is beautiful | |
[Verse 3: Common] | |
Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burger its | |
Cats with gold permanents move they bags as herbalist | |
The dirt isn't just fertile its people working & earning this | |
The curb-getters go where the cash flow & the current is | |
It's so hot that burn to live the furnace is | |
Where the money move & the determined live | |
We talk play lotto & buy german beers | |
It's so black packed with action that's affirmative | |
The corners | |
[Hook] | |
[Spoken: The Last Poets] | |
The corner was our Rock of Gibraltar, our Stonehenge | |
Our Taj Mahal, our monument, | |
Our testimonial to freedom, to peace and to love | |
Down on the corner... |
zuò qǔ : Kanye West Lonnie Lynn Umar Bin Hassan Abiodun Oyewole Leon Moore | |
zuò cí : Hassan, Lynn, Moore, Oyewole ... | |
Vocal: Common Kanye West The Last Poets | |
Verse 1: Common | |
Memories on corners with the fours the moors pronounced foes and moes | |
Walk to the store for the rose talking straightforward to | |
Got uncles that smoke it some put blow up they nose | |
To cope with they lows the wind is cold it blows | |
In they socks they souls holding they rolls | |
Corners leave souls opened closed hoping for more | |
With nowhere to go rolling in droves | |
They shoot the wrong way cause they ain' t knowing they goal | |
The streets ain' t safe cause they ain' t knowing he code | |
By the fours I was told either focus or fold | |
Got cousins with flows hope they open some doors | |
So we can cop clothes roll in a Rolls | |
Now I roll in a ' Olds' with windows that don' t roll | |
Down the roads where cars get broke in stole | |
These are the stories told by Stony Cottage Grove | |
The world is cold the block is hot as a stove | |
On the corners | |
Hook: Kanye West | |
I wish I could give ya this feeling | |
I wish I could give ya this feeling | |
On the corners, robbing, killing, dying | |
Just to make a living huh | |
Spoken: The Last Poets | |
We underrated, we educated | |
The corner was our time when times stood still | |
And gators and snakes gangs and yellow and pink | |
And colored blue profiles glorifying that | |
Verse 2: Common | |
Streetlights deepnights cats trying to eat right | |
Riding no seat bikes with work to feed hypes | |
So they can keep sweet Nikes they head they feet right | |
Desires of streetlife cars weed types | |
It' s hard to breath nights days are thief like | |
The beast roam the streets the police is Greeklike | |
Game at it' s peak we speak believe hype | |
Bang in the streets hats cocked left or deep right | |
Its steep life coming up where sheeplike | |
Rappers hoopers we strive to be like | |
G' s with 3 stripes seeds that need light | |
Cheese weaves tight needs thieves strike | |
The corner where struggle greed fight | |
We write songs about wrong cause it' s hard to see right | |
Look to the sky hoping it will bleed light | |
Reality' s and I heard that she bites | |
The corner | |
Hook | |
Spoken: The Last Poets | |
The corner was our magic, our music, our politics | |
Fires raised as tribal dancers and | |
war cries that broke out on different corners | |
Power to the people, black power, black is beautiful | |
Verse 3: Common | |
Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burger its | |
Cats with gold permanents move they bags as herbalist | |
The dirt isn' t just fertile its people working earning this | |
The curbgetters go where the cash flow the current is | |
It' s so hot that burn to live the furnace is | |
Where the money move the determined live | |
We talk play lotto buy german beers | |
It' s so black packed with action that' s affirmative | |
The corners | |
Hook | |
Spoken: The Last Poets | |
The corner was our Rock of Gibraltar, our Stonehenge | |
Our Taj Mahal, our monument, | |
Our testimonial to freedom, to peace and to love | |
Down on the corner... |