歌曲 | Flowin' Prose |
歌手 | Beastie Boys |
专辑 | Hello Nasty |
作词 : Beastie Boys | |
I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros | |
I'm scheming rhyme against reason like it was flow against know | |
But beyond the concepts and emotions that rise | |
To the interconnectedness that underlies | |
The lies upon lies have lost their meaning | |
The plies upon plies of consciousness that is being | |
Over and over | |
I fall I learned to walk from a crawl | |
It's not sad it's just the way and the purpose of it all | |
Now every word that you heard that | |
I said that you felt | |
Was put in place in the space as they were shuffled and dealt | |
I steal feels from reels but | |
I pay my respects | |
Paying compliments and disses and deciphering affects | |
Words are water as | |
I court her, as she is pristine | |
Words and mics fall to dust and all that's left is the feelings | |
I give in and | |
I win I try to never complain | |
Intentions venture to center and then they set the stage | |
But I'll remain sane making gain without pain | |
Staining trains with names and driving lanes to the refrain | |
And keep it positive as painstaking as it is | |
I'll never turn back cause that's the way | |
I've got to live | |
So like a cloud carries rain | |
I'm gonna carry my rhyme | |
Coming like thunder with lightening timing | |
No hesitation in gestation of thoughts and plans | |
Ferment time like wine no ploys or scams | |
Like the islands dot the oceans in the endless seas | |
Ideas coming to me in answer to my pleas | |
Woke up this morning right out of a dream | |
Reached for my pen and pad because my mind was on a rhyme | |
SchemeWhat can | |
I do with these bones and flesh? | |
With these animated thoughts in a world repressed? | |
I'm going down like the rhythms on the winds of change | |
I'm keeping calm under pressure like a deep-sea range | |
I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros | |
I'm like Toucan | |
Sam when I follow my nose | |
I'm giving shouts to | |
Gandhi, Gravy and | |
KingHis Holiness and all enlightened beings | |
I'll be the one who screams it on the microphone | |
I'll be the one who brings it inside your home | |
But the words ain't mine | |
I just pass em along | |
For Betty | |
Williams and her friends | |
I sing this song | |
And more ink from my pen and more tears from my eyes | |
And more crimes are committed as | |
I say these lines |
zuò cí : Beastie Boys | |
I' m flowing prose to cons and cons to pros | |
I' m scheming rhyme against reason like it was flow against know | |
But beyond the concepts and emotions that rise | |
To the interconnectedness that underlies | |
The lies upon lies have lost their meaning | |
The plies upon plies of consciousness that is being | |
Over and over | |
I fall I learned to walk from a crawl | |
It' s not sad it' s just the way and the purpose of it all | |
Now every word that you heard that | |
I said that you felt | |
Was put in place in the space as they were shuffled and dealt | |
I steal feels from reels but | |
I pay my respects | |
Paying compliments and disses and deciphering affects | |
Words are water as | |
I court her, as she is pristine | |
Words and mics fall to dust and all that' s left is the feelings | |
I give in and | |
I win I try to never complain | |
Intentions venture to center and then they set the stage | |
But I' ll remain sane making gain without pain | |
Staining trains with names and driving lanes to the refrain | |
And keep it positive as painstaking as it is | |
I' ll never turn back cause that' s the way | |
I' ve got to live | |
So like a cloud carries rain | |
I' m gonna carry my rhyme | |
Coming like thunder with lightening timing | |
No hesitation in gestation of thoughts and plans | |
Ferment time like wine no ploys or scams | |
Like the islands dot the oceans in the endless seas | |
Ideas coming to me in answer to my pleas | |
Woke up this morning right out of a dream | |
Reached for my pen and pad because my mind was on a rhyme | |
SchemeWhat can | |
I do with these bones and flesh? | |
With these animated thoughts in a world repressed? | |
I' m going down like the rhythms on the winds of change | |
I' m keeping calm under pressure like a deepsea range | |
I' m flowing prose to cons and cons to pros | |
I' m like Toucan | |
Sam when I follow my nose | |
I' m giving shouts to | |
Gandhi, Gravy and | |
KingHis Holiness and all enlightened beings | |
I' ll be the one who screams it on the microphone | |
I' ll be the one who brings it inside your home | |
But the words ain' t mine | |
I just pass em along | |
For Betty | |
Williams and her friends | |
I sing this song | |
And more ink from my pen and more tears from my eyes | |
And more crimes are committed as | |
I say these lines |