歌曲 | Seein' Thangs |
歌手 | DJ Shadow |
歌手 | David Banner |
专辑 | The Outsider |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I hear voices whisper tell me, "Banner kill yo'self" | |
Man I call on the Lord, pain doesn't easy from wealth | |
These cars, these clothes, these hoes | |
Never meant nothing, having nightmares screaming and busting | |
At my enemy, I put a bullet in that nigga and I see it's me | |
Is it my soul?, killing self hate | |
Or does that nigga in me have to die before I reach them pearly gates | |
Either way I got something to say | |
Jam Master Jay used to yell walk this way | |
But it's hard to walk like a man the industry's .. | |
And these the same mother****ers that's controlling my cash' | |
And the same ones, the government, controlling your ass | |
Why George bush ain't in jail for stealing them votes? | |
Why the CIA ain't closed man, for pushing that dope? | |
Get it cracking America, the CIA, aka the KKK | |
It's judgement day! | |
Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I'm seein' thangs | |
Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I'm seein' thangs | |
Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I'm seein' thangs | |
They coming for your soul, they already got the chains… | |
In a Chevy, I'm wondering if the Feds broke the levy | |
Are they in with the devil to control the weather? | |
Hurricanes and typhoons every other week | |
While po' folks are drowning in the middle of the street | |
We too scared to speak, or too busy on the internet | |
I heard they about to put lo-jacks in our kids necks | |
Marshall law, tell Bush now we ain't ready to flip | |
The hood is like a modern slave ship | |
We packed like sardines and shackled to the streets | |
And crack is cotton that grows up from the concrete | |
Shit, but I guess I'm seein' thangs | |
We'd rather not learn, we'd rather ****ing gang bang | |
Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I'm seein' thangs | |
Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I'm seein' thangs | |
Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I'm seein' thangs | |
They coming for your soul, they already got the chains… |
I hear voices whisper tell me, " Banner kill yo' self" | |
Man I call on the Lord, pain doesn' t easy from wealth | |
These cars, these clothes, these hoes | |
Never meant nothing, having nightmares screaming and busting | |
At my enemy, I put a bullet in that nigga and I see it' s me | |
Is it my soul?, killing self hate | |
Or does that nigga in me have to die before I reach them pearly gates | |
Either way I got something to say | |
Jam Master Jay used to yell walk this way | |
But it' s hard to walk like a man the industry' s .. | |
And these the same mother ers that' s controlling my cash' | |
And the same ones, the government, controlling your ass | |
Why George bush ain' t in jail for stealing them votes? | |
Why the CIA ain' t closed man, for pushing that dope? | |
Get it cracking America, the CIA, aka the KKK | |
It' s judgement day! | |
Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I' m seein' thangs | |
Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I' m seein' thangs | |
Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I' m seein' thangs | |
They coming for your soul, they already got the chains | |
In a Chevy, I' m wondering if the Feds broke the levy | |
Are they in with the devil to control the weather? | |
Hurricanes and typhoons every other week | |
While po' folks are drowning in the middle of the street | |
We too scared to speak, or too busy on the internet | |
I heard they about to put lojacks in our kids necks | |
Marshall law, tell Bush now we ain' t ready to flip | |
The hood is like a modern slave ship | |
We packed like sardines and shackled to the streets | |
And crack is cotton that grows up from the concrete | |
Shit, but I guess I' m seein' thangs | |
We' d rather not learn, we' d rather ing gang bang | |
Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I' m seein' thangs | |
Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I' m seein' thangs | |
Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I' m seein' thangs | |
They coming for your soul, they already got the chains |
I hear voices whisper tell me, " Banner kill yo' self" | |
Man I call on the Lord, pain doesn' t easy from wealth | |
These cars, these clothes, these hoes | |
Never meant nothing, having nightmares screaming and busting | |
At my enemy, I put a bullet in that nigga and I see it' s me | |
Is it my soul?, killing self hate | |
Or does that nigga in me have to die before I reach them pearly gates | |
Either way I got something to say | |
Jam Master Jay used to yell walk this way | |
But it' s hard to walk like a man the industry' s .. | |
And these the same mother ers that' s controlling my cash' | |
And the same ones, the government, controlling your ass | |
Why George bush ain' t in jail for stealing them votes? | |
Why the CIA ain' t closed man, for pushing that dope? | |
Get it cracking America, the CIA, aka the KKK | |
It' s judgement day! | |
Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I' m seein' thangs | |
Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I' m seein' thangs | |
Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I' m seein' thangs | |
They coming for your soul, they already got the chains | |
In a Chevy, I' m wondering if the Feds broke the levy | |
Are they in with the devil to control the weather? | |
Hurricanes and typhoons every other week | |
While po' folks are drowning in the middle of the street | |
We too scared to speak, or too busy on the internet | |
I heard they about to put lojacks in our kids necks | |
Marshall law, tell Bush now we ain' t ready to flip | |
The hood is like a modern slave ship | |
We packed like sardines and shackled to the streets | |
And crack is cotton that grows up from the concrete | |
Shit, but I guess I' m seein' thangs | |
We' d rather not learn, we' d rather ing gang bang | |
Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I' m seein' thangs | |
Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I' m seein' thangs | |
Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I' m seein' thangs | |
They coming for your soul, they already got the chains |