Soul Rebels Lyrics
| Song | Soul Rebels |
| Artist | Talib Kweli |
| Album | Reflection Eternal |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cottrell, Green, Greene ... | |
| (Kweli) | |
| We do not (under no circumstances) live for Hip-Hop | |
| Hip-Hop, it lives for us | |
| We don't, live for Hip-Hop | |
| Hip-Hop, it lives for us | |
| We don't, live for Hip-Hop | |
| Hip-Hop, it lives for us | |
| We | |
| don't | |
| , live for Hip-Hop | |
| Hip-Hop | |
| , it lives for us | |
| We don't, live for Hip-Hop | |
| Hip-Hop, it lives for us | |
| We | |
| don't | |
| , live for Hip-Hop | |
| Hip-Hop | |
| , it lives for us | |
| It's the Eternalist, y'all burn to this, blaze da dro' | |
| Soul Rebels strap up, we got a long way to go | |
| Before this here blow like a vol-can-o | |
| We get eternal, this is what you | |
| waitin | |
| for | |
| You try to front and play the role | |
| When you more like a pimp who pay the ho | |
| With my name up in your mouth like fellatio | |
| I lace the flow on purpose to even up the ratio of Hip-Hop | |
| To that shit they drop on the radio | |
| Underground classics is what they used to say before | |
| Now we break the surface | |
| quiet | |
| like an alligator nose | |
| They hate it cuz they know if they don't get it, then they may be slow | |
| We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio | |
| The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul | |
| So I got Wonder Why, my man Dave and Maseo | |
| We all got babies so, we embrace the taste of dough | |
| But y'all already know so I ain't gotta say no mo' | |
| (Chorus, Maseo) | |
| (De La) is whatcha need, (Reflection) is whatcha need | |
| We got the masters of the ceremonies, | |
| Blessin' emcees (lip professin' emcees) | |
| From LI to Brooklyn to Cinncinnati, Hi-Tek and Kweli got this on lock D | |
| (Let me hear you scream out loud) if you're somebody | |
| Party to party, body to body | |
| When we come into the jam we do it wildstyle | |
| (Posdnous) | |
| Yo! I'm homegrown for the bain, once I rock the mic plain | |
| It's the extravaganza we glad you came, | |
| Made only for them heads, it's infra-red aim | |
| For such a world figure, we got figures to gain | |
| (don't sleep on a nigga) I ain't Icabod Crane | |
| Get that ass cooked hard cuz we raw like Kane | |
| Been known to mic spit, infinite per frame | |
| While these girls throw me plenty, like jenny to jane | |
| Ain't some old school G, poppin' memory lane | |
| Been on it future robotic since the day I came | |
| If you don't know Plug, Wonder Why is my name | |
| Most recognized Leo with my size in mane | |
| Matter fact, track is simple and plain | |
| Cuz the complexities I freeze is too deep to detain, | |
| Reflect, Kwa-Tone Tek eternally in the game | |
| (And De La?) | |
| Oh fo' sho', we be shinin' the same | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Dave) | |
| Y'all think these challengers is here to make a man fold? | |
| Shoot I've been holdin' these joints since I was yeh-old | |
| Came to confirm the fact that I been on the payroll | |
| Stay cold, til one day make it hot and | |
| fade | |
| old | |
| (Continue til I'm dyin, rottin' out gray and old) | |
| I told them fools before they pass they have to pay toll | |
| While I've been sittin' at the table eatin' steak whole, side of greens, baby yams | |
| You know it stay soul, pre-natal | |
| (But they want to come spit your way bro) | |
| So, so? Was I supposed to go and say no? (Right) | |
| Emcees, some walkin straight, some take the gay stroll | |
| I get my man to clamp they asses like they staples | |
| I'm from LI, we take it far as out as Naples | |
| And scrape hoes who be willing to take clothes | |
| off | |
| ( | |
| Off | |
| ) | |
| See once you bet-it all against reflects eternal you lose | |
| Every rapper on a debt, | |
| y'all | |
| need to pay ya dues! | |
| (Chorus) |
| zuo qu : Cottrell, Green, Greene ... | |
| Kweli | |
| We do not under no circumstances live for HipHop | |
| HipHop, it lives for us | |
| We don' t, live for HipHop | |
| HipHop, it lives for us | |
| We don' t, live for HipHop | |
| HipHop, it lives for us | |
| We | |
| don' t | |
| , live for HipHop | |
| HipHop | |
| , it lives for us | |
| We don' t, live for HipHop | |
| HipHop, it lives for us | |
| We | |
| don' t | |
| , live for HipHop | |
| HipHop | |
| , it lives for us | |
| It' s the Eternalist, y' all burn to this, blaze da dro' | |
| Soul Rebels strap up, we got a long way to go | |
| Before this here blow like a volcano | |
| We get eternal, this is what you | |
| waitin | |
| for | |
| You try to front and play the role | |
| When you more like a pimp who pay the ho | |
| With my name up in your mouth like fellatio | |
| I lace the flow on purpose to even up the ratio of HipHop | |
| To that shit they drop on the radio | |
| Underground classics is what they used to say before | |
| Now we break the surface | |
| quiet | |
| like an alligator nose | |
| They hate it cuz they know if they don' t get it, then they may be slow | |
| We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio | |
| The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul | |
| So I got Wonder Why, my man Dave and Maseo | |
| We all got babies so, we embrace the taste of dough | |
| But y' all already know so I ain' t gotta say no mo' | |
| Chorus, Maseo | |
| De La is whatcha need, Reflection is whatcha need | |
| We got the masters of the ceremonies, | |
| Blessin' emcees lip professin' emcees | |
| From LI to Brooklyn to Cinncinnati, HiTek and Kweli got this on lock D | |
| Let me hear you scream out loud if you' re somebody | |
| Party to party, body to body | |
| When we come into the jam we do it wildstyle | |
| Posdnous | |
| Yo! I' m homegrown for the bain, once I rock the mic plain | |
| It' s the extravaganza we glad you came, | |
| Made only for them heads, it' s infrared aim | |
| For such a world figure, we got figures to gain | |
| don' t sleep on a nigga I ain' t Icabod Crane | |
| Get that ass cooked hard cuz we raw like Kane | |
| Been known to mic spit, infinite per frame | |
| While these girls throw me plenty, like jenny to jane | |
| Ain' t some old school G, poppin' memory lane | |
| Been on it future robotic since the day I came | |
| If you don' t know Plug, Wonder Why is my name | |
| Most recognized Leo with my size in mane | |
| Matter fact, track is simple and plain | |
| Cuz the complexities I freeze is too deep to detain, | |
| Reflect, KwaTone Tek eternally in the game | |
| And De La? | |
| Oh fo' sho', we be shinin' the same | |
| Chorus | |
| Dave | |
| Y' all think these challengers is here to make a man fold? | |
| Shoot I' ve been holdin' these joints since I was yehold | |
| Came to confirm the fact that I been on the payroll | |
| Stay cold, til one day make it hot and | |
| fade | |
| old | |
| Continue til I' m dyin, rottin' out gray and old | |
| I told them fools before they pass they have to pay toll | |
| While I' ve been sittin' at the table eatin' steak whole, side of greens, baby yams | |
| You know it stay soul, prenatal | |
| But they want to come spit your way bro | |
| So, so? Was I supposed to go and say no? Right | |
| Emcees, some walkin straight, some take the gay stroll | |
| I get my man to clamp they asses like they staples | |
| I' m from LI, we take it far as out as Naples | |
| And scrape hoes who be willing to take clothes | |
| off | |
| Off | |
| See once you betit all against reflects eternal you lose | |
| Every rapper on a debt, | |
| y' all | |
| need to pay ya dues! | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Cottrell, Green, Greene ... | |
| Kweli | |
| We do not under no circumstances live for HipHop | |
| HipHop, it lives for us | |
| We don' t, live for HipHop | |
| HipHop, it lives for us | |
| We don' t, live for HipHop | |
| HipHop, it lives for us | |
| We | |
| don' t | |
| , live for HipHop | |
| HipHop | |
| , it lives for us | |
| We don' t, live for HipHop | |
| HipHop, it lives for us | |
| We | |
| don' t | |
| , live for HipHop | |
| HipHop | |
| , it lives for us | |
| It' s the Eternalist, y' all burn to this, blaze da dro' | |
| Soul Rebels strap up, we got a long way to go | |
| Before this here blow like a volcano | |
| We get eternal, this is what you | |
| waitin | |
| for | |
| You try to front and play the role | |
| When you more like a pimp who pay the ho | |
| With my name up in your mouth like fellatio | |
| I lace the flow on purpose to even up the ratio of HipHop | |
| To that shit they drop on the radio | |
| Underground classics is what they used to say before | |
| Now we break the surface | |
| quiet | |
| like an alligator nose | |
| They hate it cuz they know if they don' t get it, then they may be slow | |
| We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio | |
| The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul | |
| So I got Wonder Why, my man Dave and Maseo | |
| We all got babies so, we embrace the taste of dough | |
| But y' all already know so I ain' t gotta say no mo' | |
| Chorus, Maseo | |
| De La is whatcha need, Reflection is whatcha need | |
| We got the masters of the ceremonies, | |
| Blessin' emcees lip professin' emcees | |
| From LI to Brooklyn to Cinncinnati, HiTek and Kweli got this on lock D | |
| Let me hear you scream out loud if you' re somebody | |
| Party to party, body to body | |
| When we come into the jam we do it wildstyle | |
| Posdnous | |
| Yo! I' m homegrown for the bain, once I rock the mic plain | |
| It' s the extravaganza we glad you came, | |
| Made only for them heads, it' s infrared aim | |
| For such a world figure, we got figures to gain | |
| don' t sleep on a nigga I ain' t Icabod Crane | |
| Get that ass cooked hard cuz we raw like Kane | |
| Been known to mic spit, infinite per frame | |
| While these girls throw me plenty, like jenny to jane | |
| Ain' t some old school G, poppin' memory lane | |
| Been on it future robotic since the day I came | |
| If you don' t know Plug, Wonder Why is my name | |
| Most recognized Leo with my size in mane | |
| Matter fact, track is simple and plain | |
| Cuz the complexities I freeze is too deep to detain, | |
| Reflect, KwaTone Tek eternally in the game | |
| And De La? | |
| Oh fo' sho', we be shinin' the same | |
| Chorus | |
| Dave | |
| Y' all think these challengers is here to make a man fold? | |
| Shoot I' ve been holdin' these joints since I was yehold | |
| Came to confirm the fact that I been on the payroll | |
| Stay cold, til one day make it hot and | |
| fade | |
| old | |
| Continue til I' m dyin, rottin' out gray and old | |
| I told them fools before they pass they have to pay toll | |
| While I' ve been sittin' at the table eatin' steak whole, side of greens, baby yams | |
| You know it stay soul, prenatal | |
| But they want to come spit your way bro | |
| So, so? Was I supposed to go and say no? Right | |
| Emcees, some walkin straight, some take the gay stroll | |
| I get my man to clamp they asses like they staples | |
| I' m from LI, we take it far as out as Naples | |
| And scrape hoes who be willing to take clothes | |
| off | |
| Off | |
| See once you betit all against reflects eternal you lose | |
| Every rapper on a debt, | |
| y' all | |
| need to pay ya dues! | |
| Chorus |
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