| Song | More Beautiful Than Silence |
| Artist | K'Naan |
| Album | More Beautiful Than Silence |
| 作词 : HARMON, CHARLES/BECK, JASON/WARSAME, KEINAN | |
| [Chorus:]Turn the light off | |
| It's a light on in your heart | |
| So let it be your guidance, guidance | |
| Open your mouth if you would say | |
| Could be more beautiful than silence, silence[Verse 1] | |
| Ok, ain't it funny how the talk is always talking | |
| Never firing, but always shining cocking | |
| When they're cocky until they end in parking lots | |
| Suddenly they got parkinson, they can hardly talk | |
| No karate buddy, no | |
| Pilates buddy | |
| It's a new game, no attare buddy! | |
| Body talk, well | |
| I'm used to buddies talk | |
| I've seen shit to give new meaning to the buddy shop | |
| Look, I know you think | |
| I'm so righteous, | |
| But mother fucker, | |
| I'm also rifles | |
| They try to tell these niggers | |
| I'm a baby in these dippers | |
| I'm on my own shit, lighters | |
| I don't assimilate, | |
| I got my name in ciphers | |
| I don't discriminate, | |
| I got friends who are snipers | |
| But some of them ended up being lifeless | |
| Cause they kept silent, survivors[Chorus:] | |
| Turn the light off | |
| It's a light on in your heart | |
| So let it be your guidance, guidance | |
| Open your mouth if you would say | |
| Could be more beautiful than silence, silence[Verse 2] | |
| I'm the quiet type, breathe and steady | |
| Never small talk speak when necessary | |
| In the streets, | |
| I see niggers shop with machetes.. | |
| My Jamaican girl say 'talk to me baby!' | |
| What's on your mind, can say cemetery | |
| Death do its part, memories, | |
| I marryGot a library with no lies baby | |
| And all the books look like they're made of strawberries. | |
| It ain't easy being me | |
| Cause my own fans can't relate to my streets | |
| And my streets can't relate to dough in the yeast | |
| But I'm beats, so | |
| I make bread on release | |
| I'm releasing my dinners, get the beat a life life | |
| I gave a fetus a semen | |
| Free to kick in the in your belly, that's free to breathing | |
| Don't say nothing, cause now we're dreaming[Chorus:] | |
| Turn the light off | |
| It's a light on in your heart | |
| So let it be your guidance, guidance | |
| Open your mouth if you would say | |
| Could be more beautiful than silence, silence | |
| Oh, oh, oh, silence, silence | |
| Oh, oh, oh, silence, silence | |
| Oh, oh, oh, silence, silence | |
| Oh, oh, oh, silence, silence |
| zuò cí : HARMON, CHARLES BECK, JASON WARSAME, KEINAN | |
| Chorus: Turn the light off | |
| It' s a light on in your heart | |
| So let it be your guidance, guidance | |
| Open your mouth if you would say | |
| Could be more beautiful than silence, silence Verse 1 | |
| Ok, ain' t it funny how the talk is always talking | |
| Never firing, but always shining cocking | |
| When they' re cocky until they end in parking lots | |
| Suddenly they got parkinson, they can hardly talk | |
| No karate buddy, no | |
| Pilates buddy | |
| It' s a new game, no attare buddy! | |
| Body talk, well | |
| I' m used to buddies talk | |
| I' ve seen shit to give new meaning to the buddy shop | |
| Look, I know you think | |
| I' m so righteous, | |
| But mother fucker, | |
| I' m also rifles | |
| They try to tell these niggers | |
| I' m a baby in these dippers | |
| I' m on my own shit, lighters | |
| I don' t assimilate, | |
| I got my name in ciphers | |
| I don' t discriminate, | |
| I got friends who are snipers | |
| But some of them ended up being lifeless | |
| Cause they kept silent, survivors Chorus: | |
| Turn the light off | |
| It' s a light on in your heart | |
| So let it be your guidance, guidance | |
| Open your mouth if you would say | |
| Could be more beautiful than silence, silence Verse 2 | |
| I' m the quiet type, breathe and steady | |
| Never small talk speak when necessary | |
| In the streets, | |
| I see niggers shop with machetes.. | |
| My Jamaican girl say ' talk to me baby!' | |
| What' s on your mind, can say cemetery | |
| Death do its part, memories, | |
| I marryGot a library with no lies baby | |
| And all the books look like they' re made of strawberries. | |
| It ain' t easy being me | |
| Cause my own fans can' t relate to my streets | |
| And my streets can' t relate to dough in the yeast | |
| But I' m beats, so | |
| I make bread on release | |
| I' m releasing my dinners, get the beat a life life | |
| I gave a fetus a semen | |
| Free to kick in the in your belly, that' s free to breathing | |
| Don' t say nothing, cause now we' re dreaming Chorus: | |
| Turn the light off | |
| It' s a light on in your heart | |
| So let it be your guidance, guidance | |
| Open your mouth if you would say | |
| Could be more beautiful than silence, silence | |
| Oh, oh, oh, silence, silence | |
| Oh, oh, oh, silence, silence | |
| Oh, oh, oh, silence, silence | |
| Oh, oh, oh, silence, silence |