M.A.R.L.E.Y. (Marley and Red Living Everyday Youthfully) Lyrics
| Song | M.A.R.L.E.Y. (Marley and Red Living Everyday Youthfully) |
| Artist | KRS-One |
| Album | Hip Hop Lives |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : KRS One, Parker, Williams | |
| R.E.A.L.I. | |
| T.Y. ain't always the truth | |
| Rhymes Equal | |
| Actual Life | |
| In The Youth | |
| These are the streets | |
| Shit is real out here | |
| This ain't no fuckin' joke | |
| I lived in a spot called | |
| Millbrooke | |
| ProjectsThe original, criminal minded, rap topic | |
| With twenty cents in my pocket, | |
| I saw the light | |
| If you're young gifted and black, you got no rights | |
| Your only true right is a right to a fight | |
| And not a fair fight, | |
| I wake up wonderin' who died last night | |
| Everyone and everything is at war | |
| Makin' my poetic expression hardcore | |
| I ain't afraid to say it and many can't get with it | |
| At times in my life, | |
| I was a welfare recipient | |
| I ate the free cheese, while the church said believe | |
| And went to school everyday, like a goddamn fool | |
| Well anyway, here | |
| I am, chillin' at the party | |
| Brothers lookin' at me like they wanna kill somebody | |
| A cypher manifested in the center of the jam | |
| I got to show these wack rappers really who | |
| I amIt's me against them, so, | |
| I clear the phlegm | |
| And wage the war, hardcore to the end | |
| For someone lookin' inside, yeah, from the out | |
| It seems like disrespect is what rap is all about | |
| But hip-hop as a culture is really what we give it | |
| But sometimes the culture contradicts how we live it' | |
| Cause every black kid lives two and three lives | |
| The city's a jungle, only the strong will survive | |
| R.E.A.L.I. | |
| T.Y. ain't always the truth | |
| Rhymes Equal | |
| Actual Life | |
| In The Youth | |
| R.E.A.L.I. | |
| T.Y. ain't always the truth | |
| Rhymes Equal | |
| Actual Life | |
| In The Youth | |
| Every single day, | |
| I hear lie after lie | |
| Like, "Black people don't die, we multiply" | |
| So, when I kick a rhyme, | |
| I represent how | |
| I feelThe sacred street art of keepin' it real | |
| Why I gotta listen to somebody else? | |
| How they got wealth, let me talk about myself | |
| But all I really got is hip-hop and a glock | |
| The results are obvious if | |
| I'm confined to my block | |
| Occasionally, in the city | |
| I'm released | |
| To meet other beasts, lookin' for the feast | |
| We grunt and growl, on the prowl, as the air gets thinner"Yo, yo, there he go, him", there's the dinner | |
| White meat, carryin' a bag of some sort | |
| Life is short, white meat is quickly caught | |
| A scuffle, a muffle, yet none of us hesitated | |
| Like Mother | |
| Africa, white meat is violated | |
| We quickly disappear like | |
| Santa's little elves | |
| And go into a area to fight amongst ourselves | |
| We say, "Peace" 'cause that's what we really want | |
| A piece of the pie that | |
| America flaunts | |
| R.E.A.L.I. | |
| T.Y. ain't always the truth | |
| Rhymes Equal | |
| Actual Life | |
| In The Youth | |
| R.E.A.L.I. | |
| T.Y. ain't always the truth | |
| Rhymes Equal | |
| Actual Life | |
| In The Youth | |
| Oh, shitThe truth is that police must serve and protect | |
| R.E.A.L.I. | |
| T.Y. is, black youth is shown no respect | |
| The truth is, government has a war against drugs | |
| R.E.A.L.I. | |
| T.Y. is, government is ruled by thugs | |
| With all this technology, above and under | |
| Humanity still hunts down one another | |
| Rappers display artistic cannibalism | |
| Through lyricism, we fight each other over rhythm | |
| Through basic animal instincts, we think | |
| So, the battle for mental territory is glory, end of story | |
| R.E.A.L.I. | |
| T.Y. ain't always the truth | |
| Rhymes Equal | |
| Actual Life | |
| In The Youth | |
| R.E.A.L.I. | |
| T.Y. ain't always the truth | |
| Rhymes Equal | |
| Actual Life | |
| In The Youth | |
| YeahThese are the streets | |
| Shit is real out here | |
| This ain't no fuckin' joke |
| zuo ci : KRS One, Parker, Williams | |
| R. E. A. L. I. | |
| T. Y. ain' t always the truth | |
| Rhymes Equal | |
| Actual Life | |
| In The Youth | |
| These are the streets | |
| Shit is real out here | |
| This ain' t no fuckin' joke | |
| I lived in a spot called | |
| Millbrooke | |
| ProjectsThe original, criminal minded, rap topic | |
| With twenty cents in my pocket, | |
| I saw the light | |
| If you' re young gifted and black, you got no rights | |
| Your only true right is a right to a fight | |
| And not a fair fight, | |
| I wake up wonderin' who died last night | |
| Everyone and everything is at war | |
| Makin' my poetic expression hardcore | |
| I ain' t afraid to say it and many can' t get with it | |
| At times in my life, | |
| I was a welfare recipient | |
| I ate the free cheese, while the church said believe | |
| And went to school everyday, like a goddamn fool | |
| Well anyway, here | |
| I am, chillin' at the party | |
| Brothers lookin' at me like they wanna kill somebody | |
| A cypher manifested in the center of the jam | |
| I got to show these wack rappers really who | |
| I amIt' s me against them, so, | |
| I clear the phlegm | |
| And wage the war, hardcore to the end | |
| For someone lookin' inside, yeah, from the out | |
| It seems like disrespect is what rap is all about | |
| But hiphop as a culture is really what we give it | |
| But sometimes the culture contradicts how we live it' | |
| Cause every black kid lives two and three lives | |
| The city' s a jungle, only the strong will survive | |
| R. E. A. L. I. | |
| T. Y. ain' t always the truth | |
| Rhymes Equal | |
| Actual Life | |
| In The Youth | |
| R. E. A. L. I. | |
| T. Y. ain' t always the truth | |
| Rhymes Equal | |
| Actual Life | |
| In The Youth | |
| Every single day, | |
| I hear lie after lie | |
| Like, " Black people don' t die, we multiply" | |
| So, when I kick a rhyme, | |
| I represent how | |
| I feelThe sacred street art of keepin' it real | |
| Why I gotta listen to somebody else? | |
| How they got wealth, let me talk about myself | |
| But all I really got is hiphop and a glock | |
| The results are obvious if | |
| I' m confined to my block | |
| Occasionally, in the city | |
| I' m released | |
| To meet other beasts, lookin' for the feast | |
| We grunt and growl, on the prowl, as the air gets thinner" Yo, yo, there he go, him", there' s the dinner | |
| White meat, carryin' a bag of some sort | |
| Life is short, white meat is quickly caught | |
| A scuffle, a muffle, yet none of us hesitated | |
| Like Mother | |
| Africa, white meat is violated | |
| We quickly disappear like | |
| Santa' s little elves | |
| And go into a area to fight amongst ourselves | |
| We say, " Peace" ' cause that' s what we really want | |
| A piece of the pie that | |
| America flaunts | |
| R. E. A. L. I. | |
| T. Y. ain' t always the truth | |
| Rhymes Equal | |
| Actual Life | |
| In The Youth | |
| R. E. A. L. I. | |
| T. Y. ain' t always the truth | |
| Rhymes Equal | |
| Actual Life | |
| In The Youth | |
| Oh, shitThe truth is that police must serve and protect | |
| R. E. A. L. I. | |
| T. Y. is, black youth is shown no respect | |
| The truth is, government has a war against drugs | |
| R. E. A. L. I. | |
| T. Y. is, government is ruled by thugs | |
| With all this technology, above and under | |
| Humanity still hunts down one another | |
| Rappers display artistic cannibalism | |
| Through lyricism, we fight each other over rhythm | |
| Through basic animal instincts, we think | |
| So, the battle for mental territory is glory, end of story | |
| R. E. A. L. I. | |
| T. Y. ain' t always the truth | |
| Rhymes Equal | |
| Actual Life | |
| In The Youth | |
| R. E. A. L. I. | |
| T. Y. ain' t always the truth | |
| Rhymes Equal | |
| Actual Life | |
| In The Youth | |
| YeahThese are the streets | |
| Shit is real out here | |
| This ain' t no fuckin' joke |
| zuò cí : KRS One, Parker, Williams | |
| R. E. A. L. I. | |
| T. Y. ain' t always the truth | |
| Rhymes Equal | |
| Actual Life | |
| In The Youth | |
| These are the streets | |
| Shit is real out here | |
| This ain' t no fuckin' joke | |
| I lived in a spot called | |
| Millbrooke | |
| ProjectsThe original, criminal minded, rap topic | |
| With twenty cents in my pocket, | |
| I saw the light | |
| If you' re young gifted and black, you got no rights | |
| Your only true right is a right to a fight | |
| And not a fair fight, | |
| I wake up wonderin' who died last night | |
| Everyone and everything is at war | |
| Makin' my poetic expression hardcore | |
| I ain' t afraid to say it and many can' t get with it | |
| At times in my life, | |
| I was a welfare recipient | |
| I ate the free cheese, while the church said believe | |
| And went to school everyday, like a goddamn fool | |
| Well anyway, here | |
| I am, chillin' at the party | |
| Brothers lookin' at me like they wanna kill somebody | |
| A cypher manifested in the center of the jam | |
| I got to show these wack rappers really who | |
| I amIt' s me against them, so, | |
| I clear the phlegm | |
| And wage the war, hardcore to the end | |
| For someone lookin' inside, yeah, from the out | |
| It seems like disrespect is what rap is all about | |
| But hiphop as a culture is really what we give it | |
| But sometimes the culture contradicts how we live it' | |
| Cause every black kid lives two and three lives | |
| The city' s a jungle, only the strong will survive | |
| R. E. A. L. I. | |
| T. Y. ain' t always the truth | |
| Rhymes Equal | |
| Actual Life | |
| In The Youth | |
| R. E. A. L. I. | |
| T. Y. ain' t always the truth | |
| Rhymes Equal | |
| Actual Life | |
| In The Youth | |
| Every single day, | |
| I hear lie after lie | |
| Like, " Black people don' t die, we multiply" | |
| So, when I kick a rhyme, | |
| I represent how | |
| I feelThe sacred street art of keepin' it real | |
| Why I gotta listen to somebody else? | |
| How they got wealth, let me talk about myself | |
| But all I really got is hiphop and a glock | |
| The results are obvious if | |
| I' m confined to my block | |
| Occasionally, in the city | |
| I' m released | |
| To meet other beasts, lookin' for the feast | |
| We grunt and growl, on the prowl, as the air gets thinner" Yo, yo, there he go, him", there' s the dinner | |
| White meat, carryin' a bag of some sort | |
| Life is short, white meat is quickly caught | |
| A scuffle, a muffle, yet none of us hesitated | |
| Like Mother | |
| Africa, white meat is violated | |
| We quickly disappear like | |
| Santa' s little elves | |
| And go into a area to fight amongst ourselves | |
| We say, " Peace" ' cause that' s what we really want | |
| A piece of the pie that | |
| America flaunts | |
| R. E. A. L. I. | |
| T. Y. ain' t always the truth | |
| Rhymes Equal | |
| Actual Life | |
| In The Youth | |
| R. E. A. L. I. | |
| T. Y. ain' t always the truth | |
| Rhymes Equal | |
| Actual Life | |
| In The Youth | |
| Oh, shitThe truth is that police must serve and protect | |
| R. E. A. L. I. | |
| T. Y. is, black youth is shown no respect | |
| The truth is, government has a war against drugs | |
| R. E. A. L. I. | |
| T. Y. is, government is ruled by thugs | |
| With all this technology, above and under | |
| Humanity still hunts down one another | |
| Rappers display artistic cannibalism | |
| Through lyricism, we fight each other over rhythm | |
| Through basic animal instincts, we think | |
| So, the battle for mental territory is glory, end of story | |
| R. E. A. L. I. | |
| T. Y. ain' t always the truth | |
| Rhymes Equal | |
| Actual Life | |
| In The Youth | |
| R. E. A. L. I. | |
| T. Y. ain' t always the truth | |
| Rhymes Equal | |
| Actual Life | |
| In The Youth | |
| YeahThese are the streets | |
| Shit is real out here | |
| This ain' t no fuckin' joke |
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