| 歌曲 | Stay Around |
| 歌手 | Talib Kweli |
| 专辑 | Eardrum |
| 作词 : C. Huggins/C. Smith/D. Thomas/G. Brown/P. Phillips/R. Bell/T. K. Greene | |
| 作曲 : C. Huggins/C. Smith/D. Thomas/G. Brown/P. Phillips/R. Bell/T. K. Greene | |
| Ladies and gentlemen | |
| Kweli! | |
| Won't you stay around with me?... | |
| And please say the rhyme | |
| Cause these rappers think that I'm | |
| In love with your state of mind | |
| Cause you a favourite of mine | |
| And I know you on your grind | |
| I don't want to waste your time | |
| But baby won't you stay around with me?... | |
| And let my love (and let my love) | |
| And let my love | |
| Kweli you should rap about this, you should rap about that | |
| Any more suggestions? You in the back, yeah you | |
| You should rap more on beat, you should rap more street | |
| And never ever get your mack on please, how bout you? | |
| I like the way you're melodic, it's cause you capture hypnotic | |
| Portraits and seem to make the average exotic | |
| Probably unite, I know you getting some love, but you can't spit like a thug | |
| And you a blow, you make a hit for the club, word | |
| I don't like your voice, I don't like your choice of beats | |
| It sounds like it's forced, and what was up with "Back Up Offa Me"? | |
| I ain't like that, man you should get with Hi-Tek | |
| Now he got nice tracks, them other dudes is type wack | |
| Yeah, people keeping it coming, I keep it bubbling | |
| Like the heat from oven boiling the water and the hate | |
| So they light my fire... | |
| I got a mic empire, my own label | |
| I had to emancipate me-me like Mariah... | |
| At some point I might retire, on some bullshit | |
| My legacy, horseshit like Mariah's... | |
| Illest flow found in the game, soothing like the sound of the rain | |
| It's the dude profound with the fame, I refusing to be sounding the same | |
| Keeping the verses, deleting the curses, defeating the purpose | |
| When the people go on strike, I'm in the street with the workers | |
| Speaking the words from a pulpit like the preachers at churches | |
| Raise my hand, all the teachers get nervous | |
| Cause they know I air them out | |
| And they ain't even really gotta hear me out | |
| Keep it dirty like pigpen, voice in the warrior's head like ?? | |
| Clocking like Big Ben, old school slang still find a way to innovate | |
| Pete Rock got em feeling great, the ladies say | |
| Won't you stay around with me?... | |
| And please say the rhyme | |
| Cause these rappers think that I'm | |
| In love with your state of mind | |
| Cause you a favorite of mine | |
| And I know you on your grind | |
| I don't want to waste your time | |
| But baby won't you stay around with me?... | |
| And let my love (and let my love) | |
| And let my love | |
| Light the tip of the L, this heavyweight rap tipping the scale | |
| And we never let the system prevail, real picturesque, missing the sale | |
| Never that, it's forbidden like the candy sisters lifting the veil | |
| I'm still leading the pack, these cats lacking | |
| Just because you be having a dragon don't mean you got the fire... | |
| It ain't nothing to play with, it's sacred | |
| My pen is the paintbrush, and dipping in paint plus | |
| Truth, love, joy, anger, hatred and anguish | |
| That's the spectrum of colours I paint with | |
| I don't feast at the banquet, cause freedom is the set that I bang with | |
| Listen the conditions in my slum village is tainted | |
| I grew through the pavement, like the flower the girl drew in the paper | |
| The sky bluer and the ?eye's? save you | |
| The rules of engagement that they use, attitudes of a slave | |
| Man got me stressed out losing my patience | |
| The moves that I'm making across waters | |
| Through contraband that I'm taking across borders | |
| Information never lost in translation | |
| Too many new words to be learned, I'm spitting fire giving third degree burns | |
| Giving them heat stroke, hotter than rocking a P cote | |
| At ??, all these rappers super like me so, we go | |
| Back in the days like reminiscing with Pete yo | |
| Ladies welcome to the Kweli show | |
| She goes... | |
| Won't you stay around with me?... | |
| And please say the rhyme | |
| Cause these rappers think that I'm | |
| In love with your state of mind | |
| Cause you a favorite of mine | |
| And I know you on your grind | |
| I don't want to waste your time | |
| But baby won't you stay around with me?... | |
| And let my love (and let my love) | |
| And let my love | |
| Ladies and Gentleman, its Talib Kweli | |
| Yeah, this Ear Drum y'all | |
| B-B-B-B-Banging on your ear drum | |
| We got the incredible Pete Rock on the track like... | |
| I like that, I like that | |
| I want to give an extra big shout to my man Dave Dart | |
| Holding me down as always and as usual | |
| And his new born son, Cannon, brand new to the world | |
| He's now down with Blacksmith, Blacksmith is the movement | |
| Jean Grae, Strong Arm Steady gang, Talib Kweli | |
| It's what it is, yeah |
| zuò cí : C. Huggins C. Smith D. Thomas G. Brown P. Phillips R. Bell T. K. Greene | |
| zuò qǔ : C. Huggins C. Smith D. Thomas G. Brown P. Phillips R. Bell T. K. Greene | |
| Ladies and gentlemen | |
| Kweli! | |
| Won' t you stay around with me?... | |
| And please say the rhyme | |
| Cause these rappers think that I' m | |
| In love with your state of mind | |
| Cause you a favourite of mine | |
| And I know you on your grind | |
| I don' t want to waste your time | |
| But baby won' t you stay around with me?... | |
| And let my love and let my love | |
| And let my love | |
| Kweli you should rap about this, you should rap about that | |
| Any more suggestions? You in the back, yeah you | |
| You should rap more on beat, you should rap more street | |
| And never ever get your mack on please, how bout you? | |
| I like the way you' re melodic, it' s cause you capture hypnotic | |
| Portraits and seem to make the average exotic | |
| Probably unite, I know you getting some love, but you can' t spit like a thug | |
| And you a blow, you make a hit for the club, word | |
| I don' t like your voice, I don' t like your choice of beats | |
| It sounds like it' s forced, and what was up with " Back Up Offa Me"? | |
| I ain' t like that, man you should get with HiTek | |
| Now he got nice tracks, them other dudes is type wack | |
| Yeah, people keeping it coming, I keep it bubbling | |
| Like the heat from oven boiling the water and the hate | |
| So they light my fire... | |
| I got a mic empire, my own label | |
| I had to emancipate meme like Mariah... | |
| At some point I might retire, on some bullshit | |
| My legacy, horseshit like Mariah' s... | |
| Illest flow found in the game, soothing like the sound of the rain | |
| It' s the dude profound with the fame, I refusing to be sounding the same | |
| Keeping the verses, deleting the curses, defeating the purpose | |
| When the people go on strike, I' m in the street with the workers | |
| Speaking the words from a pulpit like the preachers at churches | |
| Raise my hand, all the teachers get nervous | |
| Cause they know I air them out | |
| And they ain' t even really gotta hear me out | |
| Keep it dirty like pigpen, voice in the warrior' s head like ?? | |
| Clocking like Big Ben, old school slang still find a way to innovate | |
| Pete Rock got em feeling great, the ladies say | |
| Won' t you stay around with me?... | |
| And please say the rhyme | |
| Cause these rappers think that I' m | |
| In love with your state of mind | |
| Cause you a favorite of mine | |
| And I know you on your grind | |
| I don' t want to waste your time | |
| But baby won' t you stay around with me?... | |
| And let my love and let my love | |
| And let my love | |
| Light the tip of the L, this heavyweight rap tipping the scale | |
| And we never let the system prevail, real picturesque, missing the sale | |
| Never that, it' s forbidden like the candy sisters lifting the veil | |
| I' m still leading the pack, these cats lacking | |
| Just because you be having a dragon don' t mean you got the fire... | |
| It ain' t nothing to play with, it' s sacred | |
| My pen is the paintbrush, and dipping in paint plus | |
| Truth, love, joy, anger, hatred and anguish | |
| That' s the spectrum of colours I paint with | |
| I don' t feast at the banquet, cause freedom is the set that I bang with | |
| Listen the conditions in my slum village is tainted | |
| I grew through the pavement, like the flower the girl drew in the paper | |
| The sky bluer and the ? eye' s? save you | |
| The rules of engagement that they use, attitudes of a slave | |
| Man got me stressed out losing my patience | |
| The moves that I' m making across waters | |
| Through contraband that I' m taking across borders | |
| Information never lost in translation | |
| Too many new words to be learned, I' m spitting fire giving third degree burns | |
| Giving them heat stroke, hotter than rocking a P cote | |
| At ??, all these rappers super like me so, we go | |
| Back in the days like reminiscing with Pete yo | |
| Ladies welcome to the Kweli show | |
| She goes... | |
| Won' t you stay around with me?... | |
| And please say the rhyme | |
| Cause these rappers think that I' m | |
| In love with your state of mind | |
| Cause you a favorite of mine | |
| And I know you on your grind | |
| I don' t want to waste your time | |
| But baby won' t you stay around with me?... | |
| And let my love and let my love | |
| And let my love | |
| Ladies and Gentleman, its Talib Kweli | |
| Yeah, this Ear Drum y' all | |
| BBBBBanging on your ear drum | |
| We got the incredible Pete Rock on the track like... | |
| I like that, I like that | |
| I want to give an extra big shout to my man Dave Dart | |
| Holding me down as always and as usual | |
| And his new born son, Cannon, brand new to the world | |
| He' s now down with Blacksmith, Blacksmith is the movement | |
| Jean Grae, Strong Arm Steady gang, Talib Kweli | |
| It' s what it is, yeah |