| Song | The E.N.D. |
| Artist | The Pharcyde |
| Album | Labcabincalifornia |
| 作曲 : M. Walker/Emandu Wilcox | |
| (chorus) | |
| This ain't nothin but the end | |
| So follow me into the sun and let your soul be free | |
| The e-n-d the e-n-d the e-n the e-n the e-n-d | |
| (imani) | |
| Now everyday i wake up i take out time | |
| To give thanx that i'm still existing | |
| Still insisting | |
| That my people open up their eyes up | |
| And wise up so we all can rise up | |
| Way above the rim of the muck | |
| But we can't if we're stuck | |
| In i don't give a fuck | |
| And lost in a daze lost in a maze | |
| Trapped in amazement | |
| And hard as cement is the head | |
| And that why soon everything'll be dead | |
| And red is the color of the blood that's spilling | |
| And hella amounts is the totals of the killing | |
| I'm tellin' ya is the sky is falling | |
| But all you're worried about is sky bailing | |
| You're failing way outta control | |
| And you ain't doing nothing but losing ya soul | |
| (chorus) | |
| This ain't nothin but the end | |
| So follow me into the sun and let your soul be free | |
| The e-n-d the e-n-d the e-n the e-n the e-n-d | |
| (kamau) | |
| Well i suppose that time is coming to a close | |
| I got no need for jewels cars and clothes | |
| Need to slow my roll but can't grab control | |
| It's unpredictable when we will go | |
| I don't really know but it seems it's coming soon | |
| The way that niggaz actin we headed | |
| For our doom but we assume that we immune | |
| To death while niggaz | |
| Drippin sweat tryin to hold their breath | |
| But aah! they slept while the time just crept | |
| Now they tryin to awake but it ain't much left | |
| Sometimes i think we blind either | |
| No hope or faith my people can't wake up | |
| We sleepin through the day | |
| Think it's all great but to me it really ain't | |
| When its time to face reality we turn to a drank | |
| Or some dank then we can't think straight lets | |
| Try to make a change for its gets too late cuz | |
| (chorus) | |
| This ain't nothin but the end | |
| So follow me into the sun and let your soul be free | |
| The e-n-d the e-n-d the e-n the e-n the e-n-d | |
| (imani) | |
| Now everyday i wake up, i be rolling down the street | |
| Bumping my beat but they try to defeat, my cause, but i'm a | |
| Rebel | |
| So i can't pause, but all these laws (all these laws) | |
| Why, up is where i try to keep, but shit still gets deep (deep) | |
| How deep?, deeper than a 6ft grave | |
| And it's about that time i be more than a slave | |
| (chorus) | |
| This ain't nothin but the end | |
| So follow me into the sun and let your soul be free | |
| The e-n-d the e-n-d the e-n the e-n the e-n-d |
| zuò qǔ : M. Walker Emandu Wilcox | |
| chorus | |
| This ain' t nothin but the end | |
| So follow me into the sun and let your soul be free | |
| The end the end the en the en the end | |
| imani | |
| Now everyday i wake up i take out time | |
| To give thanx that i' m still existing | |
| Still insisting | |
| That my people open up their eyes up | |
| And wise up so we all can rise up | |
| Way above the rim of the muck | |
| But we can' t if we' re stuck | |
| In i don' t give a fuck | |
| And lost in a daze lost in a maze | |
| Trapped in amazement | |
| And hard as cement is the head | |
| And that why soon everything' ll be dead | |
| And red is the color of the blood that' s spilling | |
| And hella amounts is the totals of the killing | |
| I' m tellin' ya is the sky is falling | |
| But all you' re worried about is sky bailing | |
| You' re failing way outta control | |
| And you ain' t doing nothing but losing ya soul | |
| chorus | |
| This ain' t nothin but the end | |
| So follow me into the sun and let your soul be free | |
| The end the end the en the en the end | |
| kamau | |
| Well i suppose that time is coming to a close | |
| I got no need for jewels cars and clothes | |
| Need to slow my roll but can' t grab control | |
| It' s unpredictable when we will go | |
| I don' t really know but it seems it' s coming soon | |
| The way that niggaz actin we headed | |
| For our doom but we assume that we immune | |
| To death while niggaz | |
| Drippin sweat tryin to hold their breath | |
| But aah! they slept while the time just crept | |
| Now they tryin to awake but it ain' t much left | |
| Sometimes i think we blind either | |
| No hope or faith my people can' t wake up | |
| We sleepin through the day | |
| Think it' s all great but to me it really ain' t | |
| When its time to face reality we turn to a drank | |
| Or some dank then we can' t think straight lets | |
| Try to make a change for its gets too late cuz | |
| chorus | |
| This ain' t nothin but the end | |
| So follow me into the sun and let your soul be free | |
| The end the end the en the en the end | |
| imani | |
| Now everyday i wake up, i be rolling down the street | |
| Bumping my beat but they try to defeat, my cause, but i' m a | |
| Rebel | |
| So i can' t pause, but all these laws all these laws | |
| Why, up is where i try to keep, but shit still gets deep deep | |
| How deep?, deeper than a 6ft grave | |
| And it' s about that time i be more than a slave | |
| chorus | |
| This ain' t nothin but the end | |
| So follow me into the sun and let your soul be free | |
| The end the end the en the en the end |