Fellowship of the Unashamed 歌词
| 歌曲 | Fellowship of the Unashamed |
| 歌手 | Lojique |
| 专辑 | Language Arts |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| [Verse 1: Page One] | |
| As I affect and shape the landscape | |
| To represent is my only mandate, no conspiracy theory can break | |
| This bond of fellowship, whether ruckus or on the mellow tip | |
| They marvel at how Nickels, Page One and Othello rip | |
| Through original psalms and proverbs in written form | |
| Heads get split and torn, is it me or is it gettin' warm? | |
| This cord of three strands will not be quickly broken | |
| Gettin' you strictly open with jewels of truth lyrically spoken | |
| Yo, this is real, you can't call time out | |
| Or stop the ride so we can all climb out | |
| This is real, just give me something I can feel | |
| You can be innovative without havin' to try and reinvent the wheel | |
| Or scrape the bottom of the barrel speaking on your apparel | |
| How can you bring a vision to fruition if you're sterile | |
| Though not for lack of testosterone, conceptually you're in a foster home | |
| Forming a new persona 'cause you lost your own | |
| Like some critical parasitical entity | |
| Overtaking your system and assuming your identity | |
| The only message sent to me is one of hopelessness | |
| And it don't take a photograph to show me where your focus is | |
| [Chorus] | |
| You (you) don't (don't) want (want) any (any) | |
| Take it to the levels of subterranean jetties | |
| We came with the complexity but the world wasn't ready | |
| Christ in hip hop, rock it nonstop (repeat) | |
| [Verse 2: Othello] | |
| I'm nowhere near a veteran | |
| Though I've spent many nights staying up late like Letterman | |
| Assembling something to sink in deep like sediment, rebel like Tienanmen | |
| Up against the ungenuine, creatively impotent gentlemen | |
| Synchronized in the unified mind of the trio | |
| Pass it up as a placebo while you lay in a fetal | |
| Position, wishing to find your niche in life | |
| Even if it means just to fit inside | |
| Of a loosely knitted net only to capture your regrets | |
| And let go of all of your dreams, promised never kept | |
| 'Cause one slipped, tripped, fell into a ditch | |
| Unequally hitched, influence of your association sticks | |
| And the only reason why I'm capable to rip | |
| Is 'cause God gives the gift and the fellowship | |
| To stay spiritually lifted, now I'm lifting up my fist in victory | |
| Kissing my complacency history, thanks for listening | |
| [Chorus] | |
| You (you) don't (don't) want (want) any (any) | |
| Take it to the levels of subterranean jetties | |
| We came with the complexity but the world wasn't ready | |
| Christ in hip hop, rock it nonstop (repeat) | |
| [Verse 3: Nickels] | |
| I am a part of the fellowship of the unashamed | |
| I have the Holy Spirit power | |
| The die is cast and I've stepped over the line | |
| The decision has been made, I'm a disciple of His | |
| I won't look back, let up, slow down, back away or be still | |
| My past is redeemed | |
| My present makes sense and my future is secure | |
| I'm finished and done with low living,sight walking, small planning | |
| Smooth knees, colorless dreams, tame visions | |
| Mundane talking, chintzy giving and dwarfed goals | |
| I no longer need preeminence | |
| Position, promotions, plaudits or popularity | |
| I don't have to be right, first, tops, recognized | |
| Praised, regarded or rewarded | |
| I now live presence and I lean by faith | |
| And I labor by power, I labor by power |
| Verse 1: Page One | |
| As I affect and shape the landscape | |
| To represent is my only mandate, no conspiracy theory can break | |
| This bond of fellowship, whether ruckus or on the mellow tip | |
| They marvel at how Nickels, Page One and Othello rip | |
| Through original psalms and proverbs in written form | |
| Heads get split and torn, is it me or is it gettin' warm? | |
| This cord of three strands will not be quickly broken | |
| Gettin' you strictly open with jewels of truth lyrically spoken | |
| Yo, this is real, you can' t call time out | |
| Or stop the ride so we can all climb out | |
| This is real, just give me something I can feel | |
| You can be innovative without havin' to try and reinvent the wheel | |
| Or scrape the bottom of the barrel speaking on your apparel | |
| How can you bring a vision to fruition if you' re sterile | |
| Though not for lack of testosterone, conceptually you' re in a foster home | |
| Forming a new persona ' cause you lost your own | |
| Like some critical parasitical entity | |
| Overtaking your system and assuming your identity | |
| The only message sent to me is one of hopelessness | |
| And it don' t take a photograph to show me where your focus is | |
| Chorus | |
| You you don' t don' t want want any any | |
| Take it to the levels of subterranean jetties | |
| We came with the complexity but the world wasn' t ready | |
| Christ in hip hop, rock it nonstop repeat | |
| Verse 2: Othello | |
| I' m nowhere near a veteran | |
| Though I' ve spent many nights staying up late like Letterman | |
| Assembling something to sink in deep like sediment, rebel like Tienanmen | |
| Up against the ungenuine, creatively impotent gentlemen | |
| Synchronized in the unified mind of the trio | |
| Pass it up as a placebo while you lay in a fetal | |
| Position, wishing to find your niche in life | |
| Even if it means just to fit inside | |
| Of a loosely knitted net only to capture your regrets | |
| And let go of all of your dreams, promised never kept | |
| ' Cause one slipped, tripped, fell into a ditch | |
| Unequally hitched, influence of your association sticks | |
| And the only reason why I' m capable to rip | |
| Is ' cause God gives the gift and the fellowship | |
| To stay spiritually lifted, now I' m lifting up my fist in victory | |
| Kissing my complacency history, thanks for listening | |
| Chorus | |
| You you don' t don' t want want any any | |
| Take it to the levels of subterranean jetties | |
| We came with the complexity but the world wasn' t ready | |
| Christ in hip hop, rock it nonstop repeat | |
| Verse 3: Nickels | |
| I am a part of the fellowship of the unashamed | |
| I have the Holy Spirit power | |
| The die is cast and I' ve stepped over the line | |
| The decision has been made, I' m a disciple of His | |
| I won' t look back, let up, slow down, back away or be still | |
| My past is redeemed | |
| My present makes sense and my future is secure | |
| I' m finished and done with low living, sight walking, small planning | |
| Smooth knees, colorless dreams, tame visions | |
| Mundane talking, chintzy giving and dwarfed goals | |
| I no longer need preeminence | |
| Position, promotions, plaudits or popularity | |
| I don' t have to be right, first, tops, recognized | |
| Praised, regarded or rewarded | |
| I now live presence and I lean by faith | |
| And I labor by power, I labor by power |
| Verse 1: Page One | |
| As I affect and shape the landscape | |
| To represent is my only mandate, no conspiracy theory can break | |
| This bond of fellowship, whether ruckus or on the mellow tip | |
| They marvel at how Nickels, Page One and Othello rip | |
| Through original psalms and proverbs in written form | |
| Heads get split and torn, is it me or is it gettin' warm? | |
| This cord of three strands will not be quickly broken | |
| Gettin' you strictly open with jewels of truth lyrically spoken | |
| Yo, this is real, you can' t call time out | |
| Or stop the ride so we can all climb out | |
| This is real, just give me something I can feel | |
| You can be innovative without havin' to try and reinvent the wheel | |
| Or scrape the bottom of the barrel speaking on your apparel | |
| How can you bring a vision to fruition if you' re sterile | |
| Though not for lack of testosterone, conceptually you' re in a foster home | |
| Forming a new persona ' cause you lost your own | |
| Like some critical parasitical entity | |
| Overtaking your system and assuming your identity | |
| The only message sent to me is one of hopelessness | |
| And it don' t take a photograph to show me where your focus is | |
| Chorus | |
| You you don' t don' t want want any any | |
| Take it to the levels of subterranean jetties | |
| We came with the complexity but the world wasn' t ready | |
| Christ in hip hop, rock it nonstop repeat | |
| Verse 2: Othello | |
| I' m nowhere near a veteran | |
| Though I' ve spent many nights staying up late like Letterman | |
| Assembling something to sink in deep like sediment, rebel like Tienanmen | |
| Up against the ungenuine, creatively impotent gentlemen | |
| Synchronized in the unified mind of the trio | |
| Pass it up as a placebo while you lay in a fetal | |
| Position, wishing to find your niche in life | |
| Even if it means just to fit inside | |
| Of a loosely knitted net only to capture your regrets | |
| And let go of all of your dreams, promised never kept | |
| ' Cause one slipped, tripped, fell into a ditch | |
| Unequally hitched, influence of your association sticks | |
| And the only reason why I' m capable to rip | |
| Is ' cause God gives the gift and the fellowship | |
| To stay spiritually lifted, now I' m lifting up my fist in victory | |
| Kissing my complacency history, thanks for listening | |
| Chorus | |
| You you don' t don' t want want any any | |
| Take it to the levels of subterranean jetties | |
| We came with the complexity but the world wasn' t ready | |
| Christ in hip hop, rock it nonstop repeat | |
| Verse 3: Nickels | |
| I am a part of the fellowship of the unashamed | |
| I have the Holy Spirit power | |
| The die is cast and I' ve stepped over the line | |
| The decision has been made, I' m a disciple of His | |
| I won' t look back, let up, slow down, back away or be still | |
| My past is redeemed | |
| My present makes sense and my future is secure | |
| I' m finished and done with low living, sight walking, small planning | |
| Smooth knees, colorless dreams, tame visions | |
| Mundane talking, chintzy giving and dwarfed goals | |
| I no longer need preeminence | |
| Position, promotions, plaudits or popularity | |
| I don' t have to be right, first, tops, recognized | |
| Praised, regarded or rewarded | |
| I now live presence and I lean by faith | |
| And I labor by power, I labor by power |
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