| Song | Sound of Philadelphia |
| Artist | Reef the Lost Cauze |
| Album | Feast or Famine |
| 作曲 : Faust, Lacey | |
| (Intro) | |
| Yeah | |
| It's the sound of Philadelphia | |
| Yo, yo | |
| (Verse 1) | |
| Welcome to the home of brotherly love | |
| Brothers covered in blood | |
| The man's office is covered in bugs | |
| The youth dreams cut short, swept under the rug | |
| Love for self is outweighed by the love for the drugs | |
| Go Eagles, McNabb and T.O. | |
| We ain't hard to find homey, just follow the weed smoke | |
| We eat rolls of greased beef soaked, overweight and evil | |
| A city of justice unequal | |
| The shadow of New York we still under | |
| So we gotta kill 'em every summer, walk a little tougher | |
| Guns bustin' how we chose to fight | |
| When you can go from bein' a star to a scumbag overnight | |
| Streets often deserted on the coldest nights | |
| All hair trigger thunderbirds show you're right | |
| Cops don't ask if ya know your rights | |
| Hopeless hypes smokin' pipes | |
| Pavement gamblers rollin' dice | |
| Short sentence describe your whole life | |
| Low expectancy at a low price for a low life | |
| The mind of many years shines, soul so bright | |
| But they could give a fuck, in their crib no lights | |
| Everybody rhyme and they claim they don't write--it down | |
| Sit down, take it all in | |
| Civilization, this is where it all ends | |
| The city I call kin | |
| Yo, so take caution | |
| (Hook) (2X) | |
| It's the sound of Philadelphia | |
| Gun shots and pretty beats | |
| Come along with me, hear my city speak | |
| It's talkin' to ya, it's giving you a heads up | |
| It's sayin' that niggaz 'round here is gettin' fed up | |
| (Verse 2) | |
| On stoops the fruits of my labor | |
| Hood gossip never news from the newspaper | |
| Don't ask me for shit, we never do favors | |
| The elders are now just a bunch of reclused neighbors | |
| Tax dollars go to prisons, new judges, new chambers | |
| Love it when you lose, kill ya if you came up | |
| Niggaz passin' disease, fuckin' the same slut | |
| You either cuttin' a demo or gettin' 'caine cut | |
| Don't go to school, they'll treat you like a lame duck | |
| You ain't my master, yeah it's a shame but | |
| What do you expect from--kids who need respect | |
| Cuz no one was at home for them to learn respect from? | |
| We respect guns, we respect funds | |
| Let's face it, my future don't look like the Jetsons | |
| Don't ask the government for help cause we expect none | |
| Our heroes get murdered and replaced with the next one | |
| It's like a wild west done | |
| On the way out I hope I get one | |
| But I doubt that will happen | |
| Cuz of crabs in a barrel | |
| I'll probably end up in a cage | |
| Cuz I had to let a blast from the barrel | |
| The city of Philly {*echoes*} | |
| (Hook) (2X) | |
| It's the sound of Philadelphia | |
| Gun shots and pretty beats | |
| Come along with me, hear my city speak | |
| It's talkin' to ya, it's giving you a heads up | |
| It's sayin' that niggaz 'round here is gettin' fed up |
| zuò qǔ : Faust, Lacey | |
| Intro | |
| Yeah | |
| It' s the sound of Philadelphia | |
| Yo, yo | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Welcome to the home of brotherly love | |
| Brothers covered in blood | |
| The man' s office is covered in bugs | |
| The youth dreams cut short, swept under the rug | |
| Love for self is outweighed by the love for the drugs | |
| Go Eagles, McNabb and T. O. | |
| We ain' t hard to find homey, just follow the weed smoke | |
| We eat rolls of greased beef soaked, overweight and evil | |
| A city of justice unequal | |
| The shadow of New York we still under | |
| So we gotta kill ' em every summer, walk a little tougher | |
| Guns bustin' how we chose to fight | |
| When you can go from bein' a star to a scumbag overnight | |
| Streets often deserted on the coldest nights | |
| All hair trigger thunderbirds show you' re right | |
| Cops don' t ask if ya know your rights | |
| Hopeless hypes smokin' pipes | |
| Pavement gamblers rollin' dice | |
| Short sentence describe your whole life | |
| Low expectancy at a low price for a low life | |
| The mind of many years shines, soul so bright | |
| But they could give a fuck, in their crib no lights | |
| Everybody rhyme and they claim they don' t writeit down | |
| Sit down, take it all in | |
| Civilization, this is where it all ends | |
| The city I call kin | |
| Yo, so take caution | |
| Hook 2X | |
| It' s the sound of Philadelphia | |
| Gun shots and pretty beats | |
| Come along with me, hear my city speak | |
| It' s talkin' to ya, it' s giving you a heads up | |
| It' s sayin' that niggaz ' round here is gettin' fed up | |
| Verse 2 | |
| On stoops the fruits of my labor | |
| Hood gossip never news from the newspaper | |
| Don' t ask me for shit, we never do favors | |
| The elders are now just a bunch of reclused neighbors | |
| Tax dollars go to prisons, new judges, new chambers | |
| Love it when you lose, kill ya if you came up | |
| Niggaz passin' disease, fuckin' the same slut | |
| You either cuttin' a demo or gettin' ' caine cut | |
| Don' t go to school, they' ll treat you like a lame duck | |
| You ain' t my master, yeah it' s a shame but | |
| What do you expect fromkids who need respect | |
| Cuz no one was at home for them to learn respect from? | |
| We respect guns, we respect funds | |
| Let' s face it, my future don' t look like the Jetsons | |
| Don' t ask the government for help cause we expect none | |
| Our heroes get murdered and replaced with the next one | |
| It' s like a wild west done | |
| On the way out I hope I get one | |
| But I doubt that will happen | |
| Cuz of crabs in a barrel | |
| I' ll probably end up in a cage | |
| Cuz I had to let a blast from the barrel | |
| The city of Philly echoes | |
| Hook 2X | |
| It' s the sound of Philadelphia | |
| Gun shots and pretty beats | |
| Come along with me, hear my city speak | |
| It' s talkin' to ya, it' s giving you a heads up | |
| It' s sayin' that niggaz ' round here is gettin' fed up |