King Tubby Lyrics
| Song | King Tubby |
| Artist | Armand Hammer |
| Album | Shrines |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : C. Hall for ELUCID/F. Porter for The Happiest Africans (SESAC) |
| [00:02.491] | We still talkin' about slavery |
| [00:06.903] | But these are my proof to show you that slavery up |
| [00:10.629] | Yeah, I've got the seventh seal in my hand |
| [00:11.945] | Still waiting on that commencement speech invitiation |
| [00:14.340] | Cash strapped HBCU, but I'll take it |
| [00:17.032] | Plagiarized "This Is Water" |
| [00:18.442] | No Foster Wallace, but I'll fake it, I'll fake it |
| [00:22.328] | Makeshift, transubstantiation, cupped the chalice, hands shaking |
| [00:26.355] | Pac blood, one sip, a rapper could beat all his cases |
| [00:29.471] | In this side-scrolling, 8-bit bullet hell, I'm patient |
| [00:32.735] | Graceful as third generation bomb makers |
| [00:35.289] | Dancin' spiders weave the wires |
| [00:36.891] | In basements, arms tired, eight eyes aching |
| [00:40.164] | Squealing tires as per the arrangement |
| [00:42.226] | Hiding Places was inside my mind's labyrinths and mazes |
| [00:45.797] | Heavy headed sheikhs who live in crawlspaces |
| [00:47.745] | Lord knows, it's hard being famous |
| [00:50.235] | Flip phone Pan-Africans call home on occasion |
| [00:53.127] | Sounding happier, sounding like sincere |
| [00:55.514] | I sincerely hope Cape Town riddle your Acura |
| [00:58.117] | Mandrax under the front passenger |
| [00:59.982] | Deus Ex Machina every chapter |
| [01:02.232] | I glow in the dark, half-life under weighted blankets |
| [01:05.109] | ****ing on cold nights |
| [01:06.346] | Lead pipe banging, waves of x-ray scanning |
| [01:08.935] | Catch a body after tampering with the body camera |
| [01:11.604] | It's a cancer |
| [01:12.659] | It's a mass in the abdomen, it's a tuned mass damper |
| [01:15.479] | Old man Barnum, super scammers |
| [01:17.697] | Tamarind daiquiri, no tough guy, I'm a dandy |
| [01:20.541] | No bam in the backwood, color of brandy |
| [01:22.741] | Acrid, greed, banana and ackee |
| [01:24.732] | King Tubby, wherever I'm at, that's the hit factory |
| [01:35.371] | Russian waters, liquid borders |
| [01:37.249] | Meet me at the shore, address me as your lord |
| [01:39.240] | I'm with death, flipping quarters |
| [01:40.960] | Grilling swordfish on the back of a black orca |
| [01:43.047] | Opening the records, 180 gram warping |
| [01:45.117] | Four fingers on the lazy susan |
| [01:46.966] | Breathless detail, what my house of the moon meant |
| [01:49.432] | First drape the cruel lens |
| [01:50.736] | Player's jurisprudence |
| [01:52.452] | Naked underneath, save for the Ruger |
| [01:54.398] | A real boofer, rumor |
| [01:55.854] | Boy with the red balloon drifting toward a new Earth |
| [01:58.792] | Cloud burst before the boom, like quickening in the womb |
| [02:01.854] | Quivers coursing through, contortions |
| [02:03.804] | I'm at the source, true north, new morning |
| [02:05.657] | Sea birds and jetsam |
| [02:06.951] | What I needed and a little bit extra |
| [02:10.686] | Yep, yep, I seen it, shiny chrome dipped in polish |
| [02:13.070] | Handsome gun, a mnemonic picture so you frame the logic |
| [02:15.630] | Your mind the greatest weapon, but your heart the biggest target |
| [02:18.180] | Marksman |
| [02:18.933] | I devour from the lands of time forgotten |
| [02:21.052] | Power, power, power, on the minds of those without it |
| [02:23.753] | Cowards in high places refute this world is ours |
| [02:26.052] | Flowers from misguided recruits, the light rerouted |
| [02:28.602] | I watch Ms. Rogers splayed on the stoop and cry for hours |
| [02:31.361] | They liars, only trust that can 'prove, when the truth is a virus |
| [02:34.478] | I'm giant, I'm giant, no weapon formed shall triumph |
| [02:37.019] | They left us out to dry, I recombined like I designed it |
| [02:40.015] | Reclining with the lions, like the coyote overcome the donkey |
| [02:43.290] | Raised on self reliance when Jah didn't provide enough |
| [02:46.030] | Scratching and surviving, shooting tight for months |
| [02:48.717] | Maybe greed, maybe not, when I see Zion |
| [02:51.539] | Aquarius moon, the various roots consume |
| [02:53.965] | Ritual smoke fumed above the tomb |
| [02:55.625] | Ain't no white witch b***h here on nobody broom |
| [02:57.712] | Aight then, boom |
| [02:58.947] | We tarry for whom, scarab bearer blooms |
| [03:00.770] | In the ruins feeling tender, render me unctuous |
| [03:03.302] | Ain't no telling where I might end up |
| [03:05.050] | Entombed, a living artifact, far from yours |
| [03:07.569] | Drums or horns or harpsichords |
| [03:09.381] | Distant form upon horizon |
| [03:11.119] | You can try, but if the heart denies, find silence |
| [03:13.752] | Glad tidings |
| [03:14.659] | I tell you, see I wanna get in |
| [03:22.792] | Help |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : C. Hall for ELUCID F. Porter for The Happiest Africans SESAC |
| [00:02.491] | We still talkin' about slavery |
| [00:06.903] | But these are my proof to show you that slavery up |
| [00:10.629] | Yeah, I' ve got the seventh seal in my hand |
| [00:11.945] | Still waiting on that commencement speech invitiation |
| [00:14.340] | Cash strapped HBCU, but I' ll take it |
| [00:17.032] | Plagiarized " This Is Water" |
| [00:18.442] | No Foster Wallace, but I' ll fake it, I' ll fake it |
| [00:22.328] | Makeshift, transubstantiation, cupped the chalice, hands shaking |
| [00:26.355] | Pac blood, one sip, a rapper could beat all his cases |
| [00:29.471] | In this side-scrolling, 8-bit bullet hell, I' m patient |
| [00:32.735] | Graceful as third generation bomb makers |
| [00:35.289] | Dancin' spiders weave the wires |
| [00:36.891] | In basements, arms tired, eight eyes aching |
| [00:40.164] | Squealing tires as per the arrangement |
| [00:42.226] | Hiding Places was inside my mind' s labyrinths and mazes |
| [00:45.797] | Heavy headed sheikhs who live in crawlspaces |
| [00:47.745] | Lord knows, it' s hard being famous |
| [00:50.235] | Flip phone Pan-Africans call home on occasion |
| [00:53.127] | Sounding happier, sounding like sincere |
| [00:55.514] | I sincerely hope Cape Town riddle your Acura |
| [00:58.117] | Mandrax under the front passenger |
| [00:59.982] | Deus Ex Machina every chapter |
| [01:02.232] | I glow in the dark, half-life under weighted blankets |
| [01:05.109] | ing on cold nights |
| [01:06.346] | Lead pipe banging, waves of x-ray scanning |
| [01:08.935] | Catch a body after tampering with the body camera |
| [01:11.604] | It' s a cancer |
| [01:12.659] | It' s a mass in the abdomen, it' s a tuned mass damper |
| [01:15.479] | Old man Barnum, super scammers |
| [01:17.697] | Tamarind daiquiri, no tough guy, I' m a dandy |
| [01:20.541] | No bam in the backwood, color of brandy |
| [01:22.741] | Acrid, greed, banana and ackee |
| [01:24.732] | King Tubby, wherever I' m at, that' s the hit factory |
| [01:35.371] | Russian waters, liquid borders |
| [01:37.249] | Meet me at the shore, address me as your lord |
| [01:39.240] | I' m with death, flipping quarters |
| [01:40.960] | Grilling swordfish on the back of a black orca |
| [01:43.047] | Opening the records, 180 gram warping |
| [01:45.117] | Four fingers on the lazy susan |
| [01:46.966] | Breathless detail, what my house of the moon meant |
| [01:49.432] | First drape the cruel lens |
| [01:50.736] | Player' s jurisprudence |
| [01:52.452] | Naked underneath, save for the Ruger |
| [01:54.398] | A real boofer, rumor |
| [01:55.854] | Boy with the red balloon drifting toward a new Earth |
| [01:58.792] | Cloud burst before the boom, like quickening in the womb |
| [02:01.854] | Quivers coursing through, contortions |
| [02:03.804] | I' m at the source, true north, new morning |
| [02:05.657] | Sea birds and jetsam |
| [02:06.951] | What I needed and a little bit extra |
| [02:10.686] | Yep, yep, I seen it, shiny chrome dipped in polish |
| [02:13.070] | Handsome gun, a mnemonic picture so you frame the logic |
| [02:15.630] | Your mind the greatest weapon, but your heart the biggest target |
| [02:18.180] | Marksman |
| [02:18.933] | I devour from the lands of time forgotten |
| [02:21.052] | Power, power, power, on the minds of those without it |
| [02:23.753] | Cowards in high places refute this world is ours |
| [02:26.052] | Flowers from misguided recruits, the light rerouted |
| [02:28.602] | I watch Ms. Rogers splayed on the stoop and cry for hours |
| [02:31.361] | They liars, only trust that can ' prove, when the truth is a virus |
| [02:34.478] | I' m giant, I' m giant, no weapon formed shall triumph |
| [02:37.019] | They left us out to dry, I recombined like I designed it |
| [02:40.015] | Reclining with the lions, like the coyote overcome the donkey |
| [02:43.290] | Raised on self reliance when Jah didn' t provide enough |
| [02:46.030] | Scratching and surviving, shooting tight for months |
| [02:48.717] | Maybe greed, maybe not, when I see Zion |
| [02:51.539] | Aquarius moon, the various roots consume |
| [02:53.965] | Ritual smoke fumed above the tomb |
| [02:55.625] | Ain' t no white witch b h here on nobody broom |
| [02:57.712] | Aight then, boom |
| [02:58.947] | We tarry for whom, scarab bearer blooms |
| [03:00.770] | In the ruins feeling tender, render me unctuous |
| [03:03.302] | Ain' t no telling where I might end up |
| [03:05.050] | Entombed, a living artifact, far from yours |
| [03:07.569] | Drums or horns or harpsichords |
| [03:09.381] | Distant form upon horizon |
| [03:11.119] | You can try, but if the heart denies, find silence |
| [03:13.752] | Glad tidings |
| [03:14.659] | I tell you, see I wanna get in |
| [03:22.792] | Help |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : C. Hall for ELUCID F. Porter for The Happiest Africans SESAC |
| [00:02.491] | We still talkin' about slavery |
| [00:06.903] | But these are my proof to show you that slavery up |
| [00:10.629] | Yeah, I' ve got the seventh seal in my hand |
| [00:11.945] | Still waiting on that commencement speech invitiation |
| [00:14.340] | Cash strapped HBCU, but I' ll take it |
| [00:17.032] | Plagiarized " This Is Water" |
| [00:18.442] | No Foster Wallace, but I' ll fake it, I' ll fake it |
| [00:22.328] | Makeshift, transubstantiation, cupped the chalice, hands shaking |
| [00:26.355] | Pac blood, one sip, a rapper could beat all his cases |
| [00:29.471] | In this side-scrolling, 8-bit bullet hell, I' m patient |
| [00:32.735] | Graceful as third generation bomb makers |
| [00:35.289] | Dancin' spiders weave the wires |
| [00:36.891] | In basements, arms tired, eight eyes aching |
| [00:40.164] | Squealing tires as per the arrangement |
| [00:42.226] | Hiding Places was inside my mind' s labyrinths and mazes |
| [00:45.797] | Heavy headed sheikhs who live in crawlspaces |
| [00:47.745] | Lord knows, it' s hard being famous |
| [00:50.235] | Flip phone Pan-Africans call home on occasion |
| [00:53.127] | Sounding happier, sounding like sincere |
| [00:55.514] | I sincerely hope Cape Town riddle your Acura |
| [00:58.117] | Mandrax under the front passenger |
| [00:59.982] | Deus Ex Machina every chapter |
| [01:02.232] | I glow in the dark, half-life under weighted blankets |
| [01:05.109] | ing on cold nights |
| [01:06.346] | Lead pipe banging, waves of x-ray scanning |
| [01:08.935] | Catch a body after tampering with the body camera |
| [01:11.604] | It' s a cancer |
| [01:12.659] | It' s a mass in the abdomen, it' s a tuned mass damper |
| [01:15.479] | Old man Barnum, super scammers |
| [01:17.697] | Tamarind daiquiri, no tough guy, I' m a dandy |
| [01:20.541] | No bam in the backwood, color of brandy |
| [01:22.741] | Acrid, greed, banana and ackee |
| [01:24.732] | King Tubby, wherever I' m at, that' s the hit factory |
| [01:35.371] | Russian waters, liquid borders |
| [01:37.249] | Meet me at the shore, address me as your lord |
| [01:39.240] | I' m with death, flipping quarters |
| [01:40.960] | Grilling swordfish on the back of a black orca |
| [01:43.047] | Opening the records, 180 gram warping |
| [01:45.117] | Four fingers on the lazy susan |
| [01:46.966] | Breathless detail, what my house of the moon meant |
| [01:49.432] | First drape the cruel lens |
| [01:50.736] | Player' s jurisprudence |
| [01:52.452] | Naked underneath, save for the Ruger |
| [01:54.398] | A real boofer, rumor |
| [01:55.854] | Boy with the red balloon drifting toward a new Earth |
| [01:58.792] | Cloud burst before the boom, like quickening in the womb |
| [02:01.854] | Quivers coursing through, contortions |
| [02:03.804] | I' m at the source, true north, new morning |
| [02:05.657] | Sea birds and jetsam |
| [02:06.951] | What I needed and a little bit extra |
| [02:10.686] | Yep, yep, I seen it, shiny chrome dipped in polish |
| [02:13.070] | Handsome gun, a mnemonic picture so you frame the logic |
| [02:15.630] | Your mind the greatest weapon, but your heart the biggest target |
| [02:18.180] | Marksman |
| [02:18.933] | I devour from the lands of time forgotten |
| [02:21.052] | Power, power, power, on the minds of those without it |
| [02:23.753] | Cowards in high places refute this world is ours |
| [02:26.052] | Flowers from misguided recruits, the light rerouted |
| [02:28.602] | I watch Ms. Rogers splayed on the stoop and cry for hours |
| [02:31.361] | They liars, only trust that can ' prove, when the truth is a virus |
| [02:34.478] | I' m giant, I' m giant, no weapon formed shall triumph |
| [02:37.019] | They left us out to dry, I recombined like I designed it |
| [02:40.015] | Reclining with the lions, like the coyote overcome the donkey |
| [02:43.290] | Raised on self reliance when Jah didn' t provide enough |
| [02:46.030] | Scratching and surviving, shooting tight for months |
| [02:48.717] | Maybe greed, maybe not, when I see Zion |
| [02:51.539] | Aquarius moon, the various roots consume |
| [02:53.965] | Ritual smoke fumed above the tomb |
| [02:55.625] | Ain' t no white witch b h here on nobody broom |
| [02:57.712] | Aight then, boom |
| [02:58.947] | We tarry for whom, scarab bearer blooms |
| [03:00.770] | In the ruins feeling tender, render me unctuous |
| [03:03.302] | Ain' t no telling where I might end up |
| [03:05.050] | Entombed, a living artifact, far from yours |
| [03:07.569] | Drums or horns or harpsichords |
| [03:09.381] | Distant form upon horizon |
| [03:11.119] | You can try, but if the heart denies, find silence |
| [03:13.752] | Glad tidings |
| [03:14.659] | I tell you, see I wanna get in |
| [03:22.792] | Help |
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